Three: King's Cross
A pawn to ensure my victory. That was what all you were to me.
But you were a defiant piece—someone not to be controlled. Before I knew it, it was not my game anymore.
A clever piece, weren't you? Often underestimated and ridiculed, but you responded with a sloping artifice. Each game we had played, you strived to turn into my rook, bishop, or knight, protecting me, never taking a step back. Either you couldn't or you actually wouldn't.
You were the life and soul of our game.
This is our last, and I hope you become my queen.
A/N: Actual one hundred words! That's a first! Got the idea from TTP's eleventh chapter and the chess analogy comment in Kitsune Heart's awesome fic, In Another's Eyes. (Hope she doesn't mind that I used her line as inspiration. Teehee.) Plus I love chess, though I haven't played anyone with an actual title of Master for three years.
Please review. As always, nice/mean constructive criticisms are welcome.
