Knight, Good Night...

He was waiting to charge further into battle. He was waiting for just the right moment, for just the perfect opening to hopefully bring end to this conflict. He was a knight, his armor black as pitch. The field was empty of the casualties of the day. The friends and foe alike fearful to lose, yet the attrition on both sides of the war. A war that seems to be going on since time itself began. Always repeating, yet never repeating. Always ending, yet always beginning.

He was tired. Tired of fighting, tired of waiting. Tired of being afraid to die, tired of watching friends do that very thing. There were so few left at this point, yet there was still the chance to end this thing once and for all...

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He studied, he almost missed it, but it was right there. An opening so clear, that it was hidden. The man picked up his last knight, a knight black as pitch, and took out his friend's last white bishop. He would have checkmate in three.

"Good game my friend, and good night! Same time tomorrow?"

His friend, only nodded silently, nodding his head in almost accepted defeat, as he eye the black knight, the bane of his almost sealed victory.