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Chess With Agatha (Chapter Three) – Check

Posted in Chess With Agatha, Entertainment, Fantasy, Fiction, Novel with tags , , on January 10, 2012 by darkjade68

Chess With Agatha…

And The Dark Fortress of Doom

A Novel by DarkJade



“Elias… Er… Agamemnon went on to tell me to meet him in the park near my school, after school…”.

“And so I did”.

But upon arriving there, I was very shocked to see he was at a small table with a simple black and white Chessboard…”.

“The Pieces all set out”.

“Uhh” I murmured upon approach.

“I don’t know how to play Chess” I explained as I took off my coat and scarf, and sat them at the table next to ours…

“Actually… You do” he spoke.

“Uhh…” I started to reply.

“Your Father taught you it at the age of three… Before your parents gave you away for adoption…” he explained.

“Wow… Three’s a long time ago… And… How do you know this?” I questioned him.

“I knew your Mother…” he simply said.

“But that is a story for another time…” he concluded.

“I must have sat there for ten minutes trying to figure out my first move… But that didn’t seem to bother him… In fact, he seemed fairly relaxed”.

“Do you mind if I smoke?” he asked me.

“Oh… Sure… Why not” I replied.

“He lit up and took a deep hit”.

“I could tell this dude had been through some serious… Well… You know”.

“There was just something about him”.

“It helps me think” “he explained”.

“As if he was going to need to think to beat me”.

“I moved one of my pawns forward one space, and looked at him as if checking to see if I had done it right”.

“He Nodded at me slightly, to indicate it was a legal move”.

“I let go”.

“He ended up beating me in about six moves”.

“And then he walked me back home…”.

“How is it we were able to communicate to one another telepathically?” “I asked as we made our way”.

“You are a Sender… I a Receiver…” “he explained”.

“Beyond that, I’m afraid, will have to wait” “was the last thing he said about it”.

“Apparently anything “Cool” about that day, would have to wait…”.

“We went on playing one game a day, everyday after I got out of school…”.

“I didn’t generally see him on the weekend”.

“This went on for a month or so, and I had actually become quite good”.

“I even managed to get him in Check one time…”.

“One… Time”.

“But then the day came…”.

“It was a day that I wasn’t particularily paying much attention…”.

“Playing from the back of my head so to speak…”.

“And suddenly, I realized my next move would put him in check”.

“This would only be the second time ever doing so…”.

“But this time, it would actually put me in a strong offensive position…”

“He notes that I’ve found the move…”.

“He’s waiting for me to take his piece…”.

“I place my hand on my striking piece… Never breaking eye contact with him…”.

“He’s waiting…”.

“I start to crack a slight smile… Something I probably hadn’t done in some three years…”.

“On my Fourteenth Birthday…”.

“When I received a mysterious gift, from who knows who…”.

“It was an antique Pocket Watch… One ornately designed… And attached to a long silver chain…”.

“And it keeps absolute perfect time…”.

“As long as I remember to wind it”.

“I still use it to this day… Though I still don’t know who gave it to me… It was simply marked with the letter E on it”.

“E… Hmm…”.

“Yes I gave you the watch, make your move Agatha”

“Agamemnon suddenly thought to me… And I smiled broader, my piece now sitting on edge… And yet, not quite lifted“.

“E must have stood for Elias…”.

“He’s waiting for me…”.

“He’s waiting for me…”.

“My Father’s… Waiting for me”.

Suddenly Agatha has a Vision…

A King… In a Dark, dismal dungeon.

Beaten bloody, and hanging from chains in the middle of the room… With only a ray of Moonlight to keep him company.

“I let go of the piece in a cold sweat…”.

“Is it the voices?” Elias asks.

“This time it was different…” “I replied, my whole body shaking”.

“It was… A vision” I explained.

Suddenly the weather got much colder, and droplets of rain started to hit the board.

“It’s starting to rain… Perhaps–” “I started to say, but…

“It rains sometimes… Make your move Agatha…” “he spoke”.

“And then it hit me”.

“What if both player’s pieces, were the same color?” “I questioned”.

“He put out his cigarette”, took out an umbrella, and covered us and the board”.

“Wouldn’t that be something” “he spoke, and then started to put the game away”.

“Wait… I thought we were going to keep playing?” I questioned in surprise.

“You won” “he simply spoke”.

“Agamemnon seemed something odd on the way back to my apartment…”.

“He seemed to almost be smiling on the inside”.

“On occasion I would look at him, but did not speak, nor think to him”.

“When we reached my apartment I went in, he did not”.

“I’ll see you soon…” “he said, and turned and walked away”.

“This was very odd because prior to this, he never said anything remotely resembling a good bye”.

“In fact, he never said anything at all”.

“As I went in, and put some fresh, warm clothes on, I suddenly realized he had left his cherry wood cane leaning against the inside wall of my apartment”.

“Right inside the door”.

“I quickly grabbed it, and ran down stairs after him…”.

“But he was gone…”.

“There was only the rain”.



Chapter One – The Protector

Chapter Two – Another Life

Chapter 2.5 – Hemmingbyrd’s Dream

Chapter Four – Hunting for Unicorns

Chapter Five – The Coming of Agatha

Chapter 5.5  – A Fool’s Heart

Chapter Six – Table Manners

Chapter Seven – Elias

Chapter Eight – West Bound

Chapter Nine – Red And Blue Forest

Chapter X – Yokade Labyrinth

Chapter XI – Vanishing Sky

Chapter XII – The Curse

Chapter XIII – The Minotaur Orft

Chapter XIV – Queen Sorceress Olamna

Chapter XV – The Final Piece

Chapter XVI – Agatha Rising

Chapter XVII – The Dragon Truth

Chapter XVIII – The Grey Dragon Tu Masa

Chapter XIX – The Stand In King

Chapter XX – The Game

Chapter XXI – Infiltrate

Chapter XXII – Into The Belly of The Beast




Chess Vs. Yourself

Posted in Editorial, Inspiration, Writing with tags , , , , on October 26, 2011 by darkjade68

There are times where I long for that conversation…

That conversation you might have with a Friend, Lover or even a Stranger at a Coffee Shop.

One of those conversations that actually get you questioning, and speaking about, the inner most fabrics of life.

Maybe you’ve had a few? I know I have.

Lately my Writing has been my only company… The only thing getting me thinking, and imagining.

But it’s nothing like the diet of Anima…

I’ve known of people who find Chess Players for life… Someone who they might meet up with every two or three months, set out a Chess Board, and Converse whilst they play.

Some of these people end up playing Chess together for 50, 60 years. In fact, they often use Chess in Films, as a way for two intellects to have conversations beyond and below their day to day choices, and living.

In some cases, even Villains and Heroes will come together in this mental foreground, and counter think one another.

Because the simple fact is, there’s more to Life than what we see, or say on the day to day…

I remember when I was a Kid, my Dad taught me how to play Chess. I was maybe 5 or 6. I was very good very quickly, and would try to play with my four year older Sister, and/or my one year 3 month younger Brother. But after beating them a few times, they would not play with me anymore.

I’d play with my Dad once in a while when I’d see him, but he generally beat me. The same went for my Favorite Uncle, beat me almost every time. I also remember playing with another Uncle, and a friend of my Mom’s.

I loved Chess… But I could never find that right Opponent. And so I sat it down.

Years later I remember taking a Small Business Management Class, and was teamed up with these two 18 year old kids who wanted to start their own Software Company. They were really, really bright.

One time I sat down with one of them, and started to play Chess well we conversed over a Class Project. Before he knew it I was beating him. He couldn’t stand it, he suddenly stood up and started pacing back and forth. I started to think, “I don’t think this kid has ever lost before”.

Can’t remember if we even finished the game, but I remember that moment very well.

There was also my Boss at work, who literally played Chess Against Himself, because he couldn’t find anyone that could match him.

At some point later in life I joined my Brother up North, after 5 or 6 or 7 years since we had lived near one another.

The two of us were on a walk in the rain, chatting, reconnecting, as we were literally closer than Twins when we were kids. We were, and had always been, the best of friends.

We ended up going into this cool little Coffee House that had Wooden Chess Boards and Pieces that you could use whilst conversing, and drinking something hot.

Now my Brother had played a lot of this game Magic the Gathering, and had become quite good at it. In fact he told me that some, or a, mathematician had designed it. Well anytime I sat down to play it with him, I’d beat him, and he’d be stunned because, like I say, he’d played a lot, and had become quite good. But once I’d beat him, he’d raise to the occasion, as one often does when actually challenged, and beat me.

Back to the coffee house. So there we were, sippen on some warm brew, and we pulled out that Chess Game. I didn’t really give it much thought, as I hadn’t really played him since I was a kid, and I always beat him.

Today that would not be the case… And when I say that, I can’t actually tell you who won that particular game, but what I can tell you was, we were absolutely perfectly matched. It’s as if the wisdom he had acquired over the years being a Father, which I’m not, had taken him to a different place, on the inside.

The First Perfectly Matched Chess Game I had ever experienced. I was 31 at the time. And isn’t it perfect that it’s my Brother, who I had been so, so close to as a youth.

But, my Brother has a huge, and busy life, several miles North of here… And I simply hardly see him, and thus he is not able to be this One Chess Player that I get together and Chat about the Universe with.

It’s times like that this that I miss my Truest Friends, whether we are still Friends, or not. I miss my Greatest Lovers, I’ve only had a few, but with each of them, I have had the Deepest Connections in one Form or another.

And I long for that Chess Player, who will meet with me whenever the Occasion Arises, and match me Whit for Whit. Soul to Soul.




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