It was starting again. After years spent in the void, he was summoned again. The only thing he knew about himself was that he is the White King and he has to fight. "Send the Queen and her soldiers forward." "Yes, your Majesty." The battle started. He never won before and his only memories of past battles were the smug looks of the Kings that defeated him. He didn't even know who the people he fought with were. The names Queen, Bishop, Pawn had no significance to him. His only objective was to win. He was fed up with this cycle. Every time he went back to the void. There was only one word set in his mind. That word was "freedom". As the Black Queen and her soldiers were teared to pieces, her King ordered a retreat. "Hmph, look at that coward. Chase them!" After all this time, he knew not to hesitate and attacked directly. He stepped over all his destroyed soldiers, charging towards the enemy lines. Fear was something of the past. Being cautious was a waste of time. The Black King was cornered; his troops were destroyed and hope was lost. With one last effort, he looked up to see the smug look of the winner. Checkmate. The winner, surrounded by corpses, with clothes splattered with the blood of the people that gave their best for this win, looking at his opponent's desperate face as he returned to what he fought so hard to escape from, was laughing... ...and he went back to where he belonged.