I was constantly plagued by the vision of losing this war. I thought that I had too much to loose if I lost this war. My men, all looking up to me, will disown me as a king, and I will be left all alone. I will be left all alone in my grandeur palace, with no one by my side to enjoy my wealth and riches. But I didn’t have time to doubt myself, for the time has come. The time has come to defeat my enemy, and earn my reverence as a king.

  So there I stood at the back, ordering my men to stand in their positions  All of my men are at my sides and in front of me. I felt bad, because every soldier was trying to protect me. I told them to first protect themselves, and that I should protect them as I am the king. 

 My wife is at my side, assisting me. I did not protest when she decided to come with me, for I knew that this was her fate. We march onward toward the spot for battle.  I peered over the green lush hill, and I saw the army, dressed in a visceral red traversing towards us. They appeared as lava, slowly trickling towards us, with only destruction on their minds.

  As I approached the enemy, a strong downpour ravages throughout the artielley lines. I realize that the storm has come to take me away. But I realized that we must band together, and fight the enemy, as our nation depends on it. I slowly made eye contact with the enemy warlord, and his dry stare appeared to lack emotion. I felt as if I was staring at a voidless being, without a soul. But we did share some commonalities, we both wanted to eradicate our enemies and stand triumph among our soldiers, the goal of any reasonable king.

   But the trembling in my legs and the strong hesitation in my eyes tell me otherwise. But I must have enough courage to speak to me men. I feel as if the entirety of the universe is gazing upon me.I proceed my speech. “The enemy will not overtake us today, nor any other day.  They will not stop to massacre your children and your family. We must triumph over them, and remain gallant in our efforts. Our kingdom depends upon the bravery and actions of us today.”

   And with this, I felt relieved. But the enemy warlord smirks at this, possessing no regard for my triumphant speech.

 The battle is long and silent, as expected. The soldiers propel themselves towards their inevitable death, but also towards the safety of our country. The occasional sound of armor clinking breaks the everlasting silence. The blood erupts from the soldiers like magma does from a volcano, and with this I knew that victory was near.

 

My wife looks me in the eyes, and knows what she has to do to save us. She struts towards the other side in a graceful manner, enough to capture the sight of all of the soldiers. Her melodious grace was shut down by the warlord, and she fell down to the ground, as if she expected it. My heart flutters slightly, but I possess no regard for this. I do not mourn, but I rather embrace this death her grace.

  But what I do mourn, are the courageous soldiers who fought on the battlefield. The massacre of humans, in the name of achieving some victory in the foreseeable future. 

The remaining soldiers surrounded my opponent.

I then knelt down towards my opponent, and told him “Checkmate.”