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| The Pawn[1999-02-09]He, a black pawn on the chessboard, hadn't even been allowed to move so far. His neighbours had either strengthened their positions or taken shelter. And those who hadn't, were already annihilated. Most of them, at least. But he remained on his square, waiting for an order to move, or a devastating attack, be it a suicide attack to shake the nerves of his master, or a part of a greater scheme. Which of the two would happen wasn't really important. He knew that he'd sooner or later be removed from the game, never to return until the world once more regenerated. Of course, there was two things that could allow him to live on; one being that his master would win the battle, and the other that he managed to do what few others did; break through the eigth rank of his enemy. Then he'd become a noble. Maybe he would still die soon enough as a noble, but he somehow imagined dying as a noble was less painful. A few seconds later, when his friend, the bishop, was killed by a pawn, he realised this was not the case. Death is equal to all, he thought, even if life differs... |
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