a trembling hand places the black queen into the board and a voice full of despair a sound echoes in the room

  "che- checkmate"

  as "checkmate" indicate a winning term for its speaker in a chess game, you would assume a satisfied voice when hearing it, or maybe a joyous one. at least a bored voice if the winnig was too easy.

  but the amount of despair and fear in that voice, indicates, that he may be won the chess. but lost something really important.

  two people were sitting around a small square table, maybe that is obvious by now

  one was red hair skinny man with flashy golden crown on his head

  the other was a big man with a big bearded

  the skinny man frowns upon the table

  "your black queen is standing in front of my white king. and you say checkmate?"

  the big man trembling intensifies

  "are you perhaps looking down on the white king? "the man mouth was smiling but his eyes weren't

  "please, please " with a baby voice the large man began his plea

  the big man collapsed into his knees and started begging

  "please spare me"

  the big man prostrate himself

  it was a rare sight a big man with big beard kneeling and begging a skinny seemingly weak man, adding to that if you look at his face u could feel tears would leak any time

  it was quit the sight

  with a smirk in his face, the skinny man stands up and start walking, he heads to a beautiful flower bed on the side.

  the skinny man picks a red rose a beautiful thorny red rose.

  " red is the color of blood" he says

  the skinny man smells the rose.

  "it is ugly gory color, don't you think?"

  he says as if asking someone, however his face didn't seem to wait for an answer, in fact he said it as if he was speaking to himself

  he places the flower which mysteriously turned white in his breast pocket .

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  "white is the color of nothingness".

  "white "

  "it is the purest color"

  the skinny man mutter in a happy voice.

  however, his voice didn't reach anyone because in the room at this time there wans't anyone

  the large man mysteriously disappeared

  "how was the match your highness" the door of the room suddenly opens and an old sharp voice comes for behind the door.

  "that was the worst"

  the skinny king answer in disgust

  "you said he is good at chess" the red-haired king eyes narrowed

  "but he understands nothing"

  the king waves his hand and point at the empty chair "so i showed him his place"

  an old man emerges from behind the door

  "your highness"

  the old man has a disappointed eye in his face

  he was the one to arrange the match, the result was within his expectation but he hoped for a different outcome

  "you should control your temper better than this, your highness"

  "he was looking down on me" a loud angry scream answered the old man

  "I......the white king......... was looked down upon"

  "I .... the strongest lord

  I....am ......... the white king"

  "do you understand the absurdity of looking down on me ............ looking down on me is unforgivable"

  "or maybe ......... you are looking down on me as well"

  the white king looked at the old man with his sharp eyes

  "you are the strongest lord in this land, there is no one fool enough to look down on you, your highness" the old man seemed a little troubled

  "so i don't think the man was fool enough to look down on you, I am sure you misunderstood him"

  "humph, i am sure i did not, he is just a lowly slave what does it matter anyway"

  in reality the big man was not a slave he was a known warrior and a strong strategist

  he was a strong man but he was well known for his chess

  "anyway, that is not why i came here " says the old man

  "hmm"

  " a foreigner has come to our land"

  a foreigner is a rare thing to come in these lands so when one come it is a big deal

  "oh, what type is he?" the king seemed a little interested

  "he is not a ruler...... that is for sure. However, ...I can't tell what his type for sure"

  "for your old man to be confused about a foreigner type ........he must be something "

  "well he is..........hmmm "

  the old man seemed a little hesitant about what to say.

  "hmmm ........ actually "

  "what is it old man "

  "the thing is ...... he actually asked to see you "

  "well, well ,,,,, this is something ...did he say what he wanted from me?"

  the king was curious

  "he said he has a message"

  at the doors of the cottage there was a shadow

  anger blinding his eyes

  blood staining his hands

  death is ruling his desire

  "brother"

  words come from his mouth

  "why?"

  "why?"

  "it didn't had to be this way"

  his word was directed in the man in front him.

  "no"

  gil turns his back

  he look at the man in the eye

  "it didn't"

  he said

  "but that was your answer" gils words were short simple but deadly

  the man was devastated the village behind him was ashes

  the smoke was still rising

  some of the burned bodies was screaming their last sounds.

  "gil" the man screams in fury

  "i will kill you" the man draw his sword and charges

  "you know better than this" said gil

  the man rises his sword

  there was no martial art in his movement no elegance no style at all

  he charged fuled by pure rage

  and before he could strike his sword he felt a hot sensation in his stomach

  "you can never kill me brother" that was the last word he heard before the world around him began to fade

  "I" the man is at his last breath he can barely speak

  "will" he can't feel the world around him only darkness only coldness surround him

  however there was strong emotion drive him to stay a little conscious,conscious enough to say his last words

  "kill you"

  these words were spoken with every bit of resentment in them.

  the mount of hate

  the mount of resentment

  the desire to revnge

  were burning his words

  the words the gil will never forget

  "i will kill you"

  the echo of these word still rings inside his soul

  gils catches the man with his arm before he fell in the ground

  he felt a scene of loss

  maybe what he did wasn't the right thing he questioned

  he felt regret

  "no" he said

  "the cycle ends here" he convinced him self

  I did the right thing he repeated in his mind

  "now the war is over"

  he comforted himself

  gils opens his eyes

  wide blue sky paints his sight

  the bright sun laying her gentle rays in his skin

  the clean smell of the forest comfort his nose

  "brother?"

  and a strange sound intruded his brain

  a strange but familiar

  the image of the man reappeared in his mined

  i killed you

  i sure did 13 years ago

  he quickly stood up and readied his weapon

  his heart is accelerating

  however, to his disappointment he wasn't there

  there were only old trees in that direction

  "what are you so worked up about?"

  the other gil said

  huh

  "i swear i could hear someone" said the main gil

  "yeah he is right behind you" with a mocking smile answered the other gil

  -huh?