The Grey Queen Originally she started out with many enemies and the same amount of allies. She was prideful fierce and brilliant; and she knew it. She was known as The Black Queen. When going into battle she would insist of taking over for her weak and half witted Husband as leader. Her battle strategy was ruthless and perfect… she knew exactly how to sacrifice men in the correct way to get the correct capital of destroyed enemies. She and her opponent, the White King, were almost evenly matched when it came down to men and skill, however compared in knowledge and experience with battlefield warfare; they were in completely different universes. She understood everything, her disadvantage in the skirmish, how the White King would move, and how disposable the men needed to be to her… her actions and commands were flawless. Piece after piece was removed from the field, once the battle stated, like double clock work. Men canceled each other out; others had small victories, just to get to die a little later. With the progress of the battle, came the appearance of the end. In no time the White Queen was forked and destroyed and in no time after that the main opponent, The White King, was trapped into a forced destruction. It took a small sacrifice from The Black queen to do this (her last regimen of Calvary, and the last bit of men she had on the field). However, it did not matter, because she won. She was victorious. She looked behind her at the end of the field, where she had started, to look at the men that might be cheering by now…. She was instantly and horrifically reminded that there was no one left. She used all of them to win. The only thing left to observe, now, was the flat empty world that she was the lonely sole occupant of. She now has sixty four spaces to travel in; thirty two black and thirty two white. Time went by, months and years… such a long sentence. In the midst of her daily routine, which included counting the squares over and over again, she realized how the black squares and the white squares were evenly matched, just like in the beginning of her battle. She thought about her decision… when that first white pawn moved those two squares toward her, at the very start. She did not have to do anything about it. She did not have to answer with an attack, or with a threat. She was not being threatened or attacked herself… and if she would have refused to move… well, then the battle would have not ever have happened. People that she had lost, that actually turned out to be more valuable than the one, three or five points that they were marked as, turned out to be so much more valuable in hindsight. So then why did she do it? She thought and thought trying to answer this question… a few months went by. She came to realize what it was. She was proud of herself for belonging to the black piece country. She felt that they were so different than the citizens of the white piece country. They were prettier, more civilized, and smarter. She came to the conclusion that the white piece country probably shared the exact same mentality; otherwise, why would they fight? She used to think that they were so useless, and disgusting, but, now, what she would give to have one of them, any of them, black or white, there to keep her company…. Enough time went by for her color to fade slowly, from black to grey. Each day, move after move, she worked on her thoughts, trying to make them better. Putting herself into the shoes of the White pieces…. Until one day she made her fiftieth move. Apparently her final strike against the White King barely hit his body, throwing him off the board, but leaving him still alive. The game was now considered a stalemate. The board reset and the pieces that she grew to realize that she loved were put back on the board in ready for battle position. They were right next to her and straight in front of her. She was pleasantly surrounded by delightful company. The game started and The White King played his pawn gambit with a snarl. The Grey Queen did not make her move.
Posted on: Tue, 13 Aug 2013 02:42:47 +0000
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