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I hear the word "check" and I rush to your aid. Even as my friends fall around me in your stead, I charge through across the battlefield. My sword runs red from the blood of those who would appose you, rivers of death flow endlessly around me. As I look back at you, hoping to see a grand smile from underneath your golden crown, I hear the words "Check Mate". Your cracked crown lies on the floor, and your throne in ruins. I raise my sword alone against overwhelming odds, death hounding at my heels. As I draw my blade from the last of their soldiers, I feel death etching at my heart, but I tell myself I cannot stop. I stumble to your shattered throne, a blood-soaked sword in one hand, your broken crown in the other. As I lay your crown to rest, I feel you smiling over me. As death slowly takes my heart, I stare awake at the sky, your smiling face comforting me in my final hour. You say to me a silent goodbye, and I close my eyes for the last time.
- by HawkEye4736 |
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- | Submitted on 01/02/2011 |
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- Title: Checkmate
- Artist: HawkEye4736
- Description: Just something I wrote, and one of my friends recommended I submit......enjoy!
- Date: 01/02/2011
- Tags: checkmate
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- Mistress Discordia - 01/08/2012
- wow nice writing skills and this story reminds me of the item checkmate void....
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