Many moons had come and gone by the time Edward had awoken. 12, to be precise, all of which failed to serve as a suitable replacement for the moon that had been destroyed, leading to uneven tide flows and the subsequent sinking of South America. He awoke upon a bed of nails, except all of the nails were made of ice and shaped like rounded spheres.
Before Edward sat a figure, clad in the furs of legend, and with a beard that housed many dreams and legends. The entity paid him no mind as he ate another piece of Cthulhu sushi and downed with a gulp of space water, which he poured from one of those cups that guys in Japanese movies always drink out of. Edward recognized the figure of lore instantly.
"Beowulf", he exclaimed out loud, possibly to no one, in a way that could either be a question or interjecting statement. "I am he." Said Beowulf, nonchalantly as he finished his sushi, and neatly placed the sushi tray in a makeshift dishwasher fashioned from water and oppression.
"Clearly you do not understand the ways of chess." Beowulf said before snapping his fingers. The ground between them opened as a chessboard of lore (the lore of Beowulf, to be exact) rose, and Beowulf distributed the pieces. "What do you mean? I am a level-3 expert at chess!" Edward exclaimed, pounding his first against the table, the ground, and his temples for emphasis.
"One who knows nothing can understand nothing." Beowulf said calmly as he made his first move. "I shall demonstrate."
Beowulf's reputation as the greatest Checkers player in ye poetry of olde was not incorrect. Edward felt as if he was playing against a glacier. Each of Beowulf's moves appeared to anticipate his own, and every time he felt he made progress, he found himself no closer than he was at the start. As the game continued, Edward noticed Beowulf's pieces aligned on the side of the board. His chance at hand.
"BREAKING DAWN!" Edward exclaimed, beginning his signature move. This one felt different. The Checions in the air didn't favor him. There didn't appear to be any. Edward began his first jump, when much to his surprise, his jumping piece exploded, knocking off several dozen of his fingers. "You think only of jumping pieces. Not of crushing your enemy." Beowulf bellowed.
"HRUNTING!"
Edward felt no Checions in the air, yet Beowulf's next move should have been enough to call forth several sextillion Checions and impregnate them, forcing them to give birth to new Checions, as hollow as Heaven's promises. Beowulf's pieces fell upon Edward's burning them from existence in a non-sustainable combustion. Edward gazed in horror at his remaining piece.
"Do you see? Do you truly see now? You have but one piece. Yet, one piece is enough to win. Do you see?"
Edward stared at the board. All of the moves he could have reasonably made last turn were gone, as all of his possible moves required either multiple pieces, or fingers.
"If you do not see, I shall kill you. I shall crush your throat like little baby-man."
Edward stared at the board. More than any other time in his life, he tried to think of checkers.
