THE BATTLE AT SERAUQS


As his mount jumped high up in the air, Hedin drew out his sword. He looked into Mia’s eyes but he could find hatred, no more. She bowed her head down in veneration before his sword touched her neck.

But, Blachem did keep his word. The very next moment, he had stabbed the last surviving knight from the back, in full fledged fury.

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In the kingdom of Serauqs, there lived two kings. King Whittler, the fair and just. And King Blachem commonly called as the Dark Devil, for reasons more than one. Eons ago, the two kings had split the kingdom into three. King Whittler and his men settling at the south end of Serauqs, while King Blachem and his evil men occupied the north end. The third piece of land in between was gifted to Lord Palingen, the God they worshipped with fear and religious devotion. Lord Palingen’s land was not unequal to the combined land owned by the two kings.

For a long time, both the kings prospered in peace. Little did they know, that the obvious differences between them and their insatiable hunger for more power would eventually lead to the greatest battle of all times. It was on a dull, grey, cloudy evening, when King Whittler’s newly appointed soldier, Machilles Sven, had wandered aimlessly beyond the south-end territory that the war had begun.

Had Machilles intentionally stepped out of bounds on that day? Nobody knew. But, that was all what King Blachem had asked for. He had been waiting patiently for this very day. He sent out his finest warrior to deal with Machilles and prepared his army for the historic combat to come.

One hourglass later…

Lancelot Hedin stood in silence. He stood in silence, watching the bloodshed unfold before him. He had witnessed the sacrifice of his fair Queen, moving fearlessly across Lord Palingen’s land, when she had taken out all of Blachem's knights and given up her life in the process. He had seen the slow march of the Warriors, into the northern territory unfazed by the deathly magic spells surrounding them. The evil Queen Mia laughed mirthlessly as she killed yet another of Whittler’s warrior with her Fatality Spell. There was a sudden unfulfilling rage within him. Mia had taken out more than half of the south-end warriors. She had shown no mercy to the spiritual overseers either. 

There was only one way to end this war, he thought. Serve Blachem’s head on a platter to Whittler. But, Blachem was well protected. He would have to break the fence first. Hedin felt no emotion as he saw his next target. The spiritual overseer from the northern end was gliding diagonally across the battle field helping out far too many warriors of the Dark Devil. Get rid of the grass roots first and then go for the final kill. Hedin mounted his horse and kicked it gently with his heel, as it leapt forward over his own men and galloped towards the overseer.

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The sudden change in the air did not go unnoticed by Mia. But, her movements were restricted by Whittler’s war chariots. Not just one. The two war chariots, whose sides resembled fortified stone work, were keeping her in check. There was no way she could help her men at that moment. She watched helplessly as the knight severed the overseer’s head. The time had come to take out Whittler’s last knight. With the assistance of one of her own war chariots, Mia glided from one end of the battle arena to the other, and headed towards Hedin. Whittler ordered one of the war chariots to follow her, straight from the west end, all the way to the east. Mia looked back and gave a condescending laugh at Whittler’s pointless move. There was no way a knight or an unworthy, mobile siege tower could bring down a queen. Or so she thought.

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The next few minutes resulted in both the kings losing all of their robust war chariots and a couple more brave warriors. It was a bloody massacre. But, Machilles had still survived. 

It was his destiny. To survive. 

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Mia was attacking Hedin from as far as possible. She knew that none of the knights possessed a spell which could travel far and long. But, Hedin defended her spells valiantly, not once letting them go past his shield. Just as he was thinking of a way to get through her spells, Mia moved closer to Blachem. 

A grave error.

This was the moment Hedin was waiting for. He moved quickly and cast the Bind of Death onto them. A spell, which only a Knight could cast.

An invisible rope tied Mia and Blachem together, making it impossible for them to move. Both of them looked at each other, perplexed. They had heard of the Bind of Death before, but had never been on the receiving end. The prophecy claimed that only one of the victims of the Bind of Death could survive. As one of them moved, the invisible rope would bind the other victim to his/her spot till the knight who cast the spell, wished otherwise. Mia gave a sad smile to her king. It has been an honor, my Lord. Blachem knew he would have to live, for his death would mean the end of the war. Your death shall be avenged Mia, he whispered. And then, the rope was broken from the king’s end.

Hedin saw the rope slowly circling around Mia. Her eyes betrayed no emotion. One knight could change a war? As his mount jumped high up in the air, Hedin drew out his sword. He looked into Mia’s eyes but he could find hatred, no more. She bowed her head down in veneration before his sword touched her neck. 

But, Blachem did keep his word. The very next moment, he had stabbed the last surviving knight from the back, in full fledged fury.

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Machilles fought relentlessly against the unknown warrior from the north. The battle was over. Almost. They were the last surviving souls in the kingdom of Serauqs, apart from the two kings. Machilles knew he couldn’t win this particular battle without a little help from his king. Whittler saw him from far away and started moving towards him slowly, one step at a time. And so did Blachem. The war had taken its toll, wearing them out completely. Machilles knew he had to survive. He had started this war. He was destined to end this. But, he didn’t know how. And then…

Lord Palingen’s voice reverberated from the dark clouds above, addressing the two warriors…

THY QUEEN SHALT BE REINCARNATED…SHOULD THOU HAVE THE COURAGE TO REACH THE OTHER MAN'S LAND.

Now, Machilles knew what he had to do.

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Now that you know it is not just a game for me, how about we start one right now?

I’ll open with e4.



An Unwilling Note:
  • Whittler (White) , Blachem (Black)
  • Serauqs <->Squares
  • Warrior/Soldier - Pawn
  • Spiritual overseer - Bishop
  • War chariot (Mobile siege tower) - Rook
  • Bind of Death - "If you attack two of the opponent's pieces at the same time by using one piece , this is called a fork." (Noticed the error?)
  • Palingen - Palingenesis







2 comments:

  1. Dude .. I probably liked this post the most! What say ... wanna go mental again ... I play e5 ... :-)

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    1. Haha, I remember your first comment when you said that this post was too lengthy to read. :D

      Anyway, Nf3.

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