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The King and the Pawn…

March 7, 2009

(This is my most favorite thing I have ever written)

 

He was just a pawn.

 

Nobody cared whether he lived or died. Nothing but a warrior, a protector, fodder for the advancing column of the enemy.

 

Life was tough when you are nothing but a pawn. Sometimes you felt like the whole world was against you. The enemy looked at you as an impediment to reaching your king. Your king looked at you as a way to slow the enemy down while he strategized, made plans to destroy the other kings pawns.

 

If only he could be a king…

 

 

The King surveyed the battlefield.

 

So many times he had to decide who lived and who died. What sane man ever wanted to make decisions such as that? And for what? A few more squares of land, another victory to boast about?

 

Life was tough when you were the King. Sometimes you felt like the whole world was against you. The enemy looked at you as an icon to be destroyed. Your very own troops looked at you as someone who cared so little for them that you would greedily send them to their death for ownership of those squares.

 

If only he could be a pawn…

 

“Great game” the man said with a smile.

 

“You too, Dad”

 

The man picked up the last two pieces, a king and a pawn, and placed them in the box…

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One comment

  1. I would like to be a horse and not only on a game board.
    I immediately know that where talking about a game….but written sensationally good



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