One upon a time, two giants were playing chess. They were rather aggravated by the game. None of the pieces moved the same way and some of them made no sense. Surely, a knight could topple a castle, and a pawn may slay a queen (most queen-slayers have been pawns, actually). And anyone could kill a king - it's generally how one became a king. It was the bishops that drove them crazy. They hadn't known many bishops, but how in Urd's gizzard were they able to kill a knight?
Perhaps it was some sort of political statement. Giants are not fond of political statements.
(I won't even get into the issue of the chess board. Everyone knows giants only see one color, that color being red, so it just looked like a big square to them.)
Finally, in their anger, they pounded their huge hands down onto the board and flattened all the pieces. When they looked down, they were all the same. They all had the same potential. They moved the same and killed the same, and any one of them could become a king.
And no, that is not a political statement.
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