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Knights among the Pawns (by Paula R. Gillespie)
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It had already began.
Those of us that remained were discussing the problem we shared. The thoughts were all that were
and intelligence and knowledge were all that had mattered,
until the game.
It was the game that separated us all
and required the best possible from each of us,
to regain our lost brothers and sisters.
We worked daily thinking of solutions to the problem.
As soon as someone came up with a plan
he or she also would go to join those who had left before
and begin the battle.
The number of ones gone was few, yet,
the separation was felt through out the total self,
and we longed for the missing ones to return
and restore our wholeness.
For without each of us, the loneliness was unbearable.
The rules had always been simple,
if you were going to play the game:
Don't get too attached.
Don't do anything that the spirit didn't allow.
Don't forget who you are.
The objective was to go down and experience the emotions,
then find your way back without getting trapped
by the taste of humanity,
otherwise the cycle was endless.
For no one could enter back into the body
if they had not cleaned up any mess that had been made
while playing the game.
Those who played the game found that simple were not easy.
The very body that they had tried to govern was entrapping them.
And now they could not leave.
Each had left alone and
alone had tried the experiences.
My cellmate and I had long felt that it would be better in pairs.
Although others agreed,
we alone faced our fears in order to prove it.
Together we plunged onto the board.
I arrived first and choose the only path that would ensure us together, and later he entered the game as my son.
And for us the battle had finally begun
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