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Raising Danger
The Chessmaster
by LilyBeth
So the real chapter is about 3/4 done. I have one large scene to write and one medium scene to write. But this short bit stands alone and I can't think of a better place to put it in. But I will have a bigger update within the next few days.
It was a pretty drab place, a shack, in the middle of nowhere. Literally. He wasn't in a world. He was in a small bubble outside of many worlds. Unlike some of the lesser evils in the world he had lived in he had realized that there were different ways to prolong life without getting rid of his own humanity.
That didn't make him humane.
His house within this bubble contained two things. A chessboard and his worldviewer. And he had been here long enough that what he had shaped, shaped him. He couldn't remember his own name anymore, he was just the Chessmaster. And each move brought him closer to the thing that he wanted most. Power. Power outside of this sphere, and more power than any mortal had ever wanted before.
And after watching so many worlds he thought that he might be able to reach his goal at last. If he did everything exactly right. So much lay in the hands of twelve people. He could be the catalyst, but the true results would come from them, or so he hoped.
Hope, that fragile emotion, the last good emotion that he clung to, the last thing that kept him human and not monster, because he let the evil permeate through him, but he kept that single pure emotion. And he balanced on a knifes edge. One step in the wrong direction, and he was lost.
The king could be lost, but he must always protect the queen.