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“Our muses are destined to become royalty.”
Glass clacked against glass as L.Joe played a game of chess by himself. He teetered the black King side to side as he stared lazily at the board, uninterested by the set up; both sides were at deadlock, as they had been for weeks now. Gone were most of the pieces. Both queens taken as they slowly lost their pawns, rooks, knights and bishops to each other. The pieces of the opposing team moved by themselves as he sat in the darkness, playing with an invisible opponent. But invisible he was not. In a neighbouring kingdom, shrouded not by clouds but by the light that kept the shadows at bay, sat someone with his same face and rank, playing the game with him.
Each day was the same. They would barely move, barely advance as they continued to move around the board. As was their kingdoms. Each day their forces would try their hardest to pierce each other’s defenses, but all was in vain. Soldiers and lives were lost while each Prince sat on their throne, commanding the troops. With lives lost, came shortage in numbers. Sooner or later, they would lose their last rook, their last line of defense and would have to go to war themselves.
The doors to the throne room were slammed open as L.Joe’s informant rushed to the steps below the throne. He bowed, showing respect to the prince before he revealed shocking news. “Your royal highness, I have terrible news… The…. The last line of defense was taken down…” L.Joe’s hand flinched involuntarily at the news as he looked at the informant. He sighed heavily and rubbed at his temples and noticed the White King had twitched in it’s spot. Which meant the other Kingdom had gotten the news, as well.
”Very well,” he said in a tired tone, “Ready my horse and gather our remaining forces. We head out at dusk.” L.Joe leaned back in his seat as he pinched the bridge of his nose, as the informant did just that and left L.Joe alone in the dimly lit throne room. There was a light clack that echoed off the walls, causing L.Joe to look at the board game. In front of his King, was the White King. It seems that both sides agreed on their next move.
Red coated the borders between the two kingdoms. Bodies of White laid lifeless. Beaten. Battered. Bruised. White cloth stained a contrasting red. Hours of fighting had taken it’s toll on their stamina. Bodies of Black had faded into thin air once killed, making the scene one of self destruction. L.Joe’s heart throbbed painfully as he thought of the lives lost on both sides due to a war of territory and grudges, handed down to each prince by their fathers.
Weakened, L.Joe stood in a pool of blood which belonged to those of White. Skin painted the darkest shade of black, eyes glowing a contrasted white as he glared at the prince. The shadow stood tall, despite his weakened state. This whole war pained him deeply. The White Prince was his brother; a brother he loved, respected and admired deeply, one he would do anything for had they had different destinies. But both twins were born on opposite sides, from two different fathers. There was no way they could remain as they once were.
”So is this the end?” The shadow spoke his words carefully before he swallowed back his tears. He loved the other, despite everything. The Prince of White was his best friend from when they were young, before their fathers turned on each other and dragged them into this fight. One of them was going to die tonight and L.Joe knew it would be him.
The Shadow Prince mouthed the words ‘I love you’ as the fox lunged towards him. He let the fox do what he had to do to end the war. Tears spilled from his eyes as he stared up at the fox after being tossed to the side. The shadows faded from his body, leaving him weak and vulnerable, leaving him— human. He mouthed the words to the other again just before the boot crushed his windpipe and severed his spine, killing him instantly.
