#solaschess

‘Fen’Harel positioned his other Knight at F6.

After much pondering, I sent my additional Knight to E2.

We had played this many times, our minuscule stone soldiers battling it out on black and white tile, hypothetical bloodshed and casualties. None of it mattered; just idle play to keep the weapons of the mind sharp and polished.

But here, in this tiny capsule of idyllic tranquility; everything was at stake. This was no more a game, in fact it was battle.

A war without swords or arrows, a war fought with the mind alone.

“Yet, my pursuit brings me closer to you, Solas.” I announced softly so the gathered spectators would not overhear.

I caressed the King piece in my palm with absolute tenderness, knowing full well it was within his view. His right brow raised before he forced the muscles of his face into a neutral expression, yet when I looked up at him he drew his face away quickly. I suppose neutrality could not hide everything. He briefly sized up the crowd before returning to face me.

“Do they bother you, Solas? Do you find it hard to focus?” I whispered coyly.

“With you in my sight, Vhenan, how could I see anyone else? Besides, I am merely waiting for your next play. It is your turn, or have you forgotten in your arduous pursuit of my King?” Solas countered.

“I will have more than that in my hands by the end of this, Solas. Just you watch.” I proclaimed boldly.

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Maybe... if I squint hard enough I will see six sentences....well, lets just say I was an art major for a reason and counting is not my specialty. 

Thank you for reading!

So here it is. I am not dead. 

Part 1 of 1/2 1/2 

Where Solas and Moon’Hwa battle it out over a chess game.