Pawn

Chapter One: Welcome

"Oh, hello there," I smiled towards you, leaning forwards. Despite your inability to see me, I find you remarkably fascinating. Perhaps it's the way you watch the screen or read these words. Nonetheless, you are exquisite. 

"My name is- well, irrelevant currently," I chuckle to myself, "I go by many nicknames tho. King is a personal favourite. I do so love a good game of chess. Albeit, slightly insulting," 

I wonder if your curious to why I find it insulting. It's nothing deep, really, just the stark fact that a king is useless. He cannot move, and many play the game in such a way that he cannot kill either. A figurehead monarch.

"King would not fit me. For now, call me Pawn. Completely capable of change, and constantly underestimated," I grinned, before adding, "and not alone. I have people, friends like you, whom are very similar to me,"

I stood up, and only now did you notice the bench at which I sat on. Casually I think about the setting you had thought I would be in. I look around curiously, but say nothing,

"That is, if you're willing to be my friend. Otherwise, come and go as you please. This is a station for the weary traveller, and our journey," I reach out, letting my fingers graze the cool screen, "has only just begun,"