To Serve -5minutefreewrite (x3)

For https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/the-weekend-freewrite-12-7-2019-part-3-the-dramatic-twist
Yes. She is a friend. Well, she was one until recently…

Pawns. Pawns in the game that the villains play. They see tremendous strength in the rooks, but the pawn pins the King, and the Pawn becomes the Queen, and the Pawn… becomes the KING.

She was just another pawn until recently. She was a friend. Now she is our Queen and our King. She is too powerful to remember us. I serve in her army. I receive my daily rations.

Bleep.

She was a friend to the other pawns. Now she is their Queen and their King. She is too powerful to remember them, they think. They serve in her army. They receive their daily rations.

Gretchen is not sad to be a pawn. She serves in the borderlands. It is not a prestigous position, and she has very little power, but it is also not a dangerous position. The great castles that rose here are now tumbled ruins. All but forgotten. She has stood against the enemy for great long years. In fact, they have spent more time in each other’s company than they had ever spent in the company of their own side.

Month by month, your calendar is a vivid reminder of all that ... means to you…

Months have passed. Gretchen and her opponent have fallen in love. Neither would hurt the other, but they have not forgotten the cruelty of the opposing side, and should any wander into the space they threaten, they would not hesitate to capture them.

But these two shall never fight. It is impossible. Some bonds are stronger than sides.
Stronger than government. Stronger than oaths. Stronger than love for country.

Gretchen and her lover imagine together what the future could hold. But their dreams are interrupted.

A knight, coming from far away, Sees Gretchen’s lover as an opportunity to make a name for himself. And then she is gone and the way forward is bare. She is free from her love.

No.

No. She cannot feel anything. She stumbles forward cross the field. She falls forward and stands again. Battle rages around her. She is untouched. Her sorrow melts their eyes. They cannot see her.
the phone dropped
The messenger calls to her. Calls from across the ages. She does not heed him. She reaches the ocean, and there, at the edge of the world, she sees her lover again. No face, no body, no name, but it is her. She fills herself with hope, spins around, and sees, across the world, the Queen and King who was her friend.
In that moment, that long moment, she turns aside. She could have that power. But here and now, she is done.

She leaves the board.

There is a pawn who has left the board. The battle may have ceased. The battle may be never have been. She does not know. She stumbles through the ocean to a new land. In this land no one shall know who she was, what power she gave up. They shall simply know that she is loving, tender, and strong. That no one shall prevent her from loving.

They know her, and she knows them.

The trees grow might beside her. She is all she has ever been. She is not lost. She is found. She is alone, but she is with everyone. There are no wolves at her door, only soft dogs who lost their way. She gives them warmth.

The ocean pic by me: