Finally . . .  I have slain my biggest dragon. This dragon of course is not the animal, it is on the other hand, my biggest accomplishment ever - resurrecting and improving my chess playing confidence. This later will turn into something much bigger than this accomplishment, but that’s a story for another time. Now is the story of how I took down my biggest dragon.
Five years ago I had just taught myself how to play chess (you can see the fatal flaw in that though). I was ready to take my first step into the adventure that would soon die, the world of chess. It was time to face my first foe my mother. She played chess, well like she never played before (but I have no idea if she has). But alas before I could conduct what had happened I had been checkmated as fast as a cheetah can catch it’s prey. I would feel this later just drawing me in closer and closer like a siren pulling in it’s victims (well I guess the victims go willingly from there singing). I stayed determined to keep going an with my quest, to become a great chess player. So, I vowed that one day I’d come back and win against her. So I continue on my journey (Now I know you’re getting bored so I’ll make it snappy). I go opponent to opponent, lose after lose my dragon growing in power , getting stronger. And finally it gets so strong that it’s going to kill the knight inside of me, it’s going to kill my dedication to chess.
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I finally arrive at what could be my final opponent. I’ve stalemated with him once before, he’s the best player I’ve come up against. This person is my father. This is the day I had a dream about finally beating my dad at chess. I’ve infiltrated his house which has a strong smell of smoke (so if I smell like smoke any day that means that I come from my dad’s house), The slight sound of a handball game going on (that’s what I call american football honestly that’s what it should be called).
“Hey Kay,” He greeted me with a slight hint of alcohol on his breath.
“He-wow,” I greeted back with the energy of ten thousand lightning bolts as we hugged. Right then I realized that sounded really racist. I take off my shoes and feel the curly, hair like carpet under my feet that smelled like if I just played in garbage for an hour (this is after having socks and shoes on for a while). I sit in his cherry coloured chair and take out the chess table. I set up the pieces first the creme colour ones, then the maroon colour pieces.  I feel the plastic substances slip in and out of my hand as I move the pieces to their designated spot on the board. What was going through my mind was if I were a knight going to save my princess from the dragon.
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The game has started my strategy has begun I move my pawn from A2 to A5, opening my rooke. I just use my rooke until defeated. Once defeated I charge my pieces charge one after another to battle fiercely like vikings to a buffet. This is when I start developing a strategy. The strategy is a strategy I like to call the echo strat. I call it this because I move my pieces that are equal the same way so it’s like there’s like an echo effect. Now I just use one of my pieces until I can’t I lose the least amount of pieces that way.
After the charge I had six pieces left two of which was my queen and my rooke. He had just a pawn, a queen, and his king. My set-up was my queen in front of his queen in front of his my rooke lined up with my queen so if anything killed it my rooke would have at it.
This happened, what I anticipated happened I thought with the excitement of a puppy as my dad moved his queen to kill mine. This is when the tables turned on him when my rooke took out his queen.
“Oh s**t” He states with regret. He is obviously intoxicated at this point. His thinking was blurred
“This isn’t fair anymore he’s drunk,” something in my head compassionately yelled. “He’s always drunk, he’s mad at himself all the time for not being there for us when we were younger! He doesn’t know how to handle himself anymore so he drinks!” I shouted back at myself with the anger of fifty wolverines. “It’s not our fault, is it?” Another part of me said very concerned. I was doing all of this while still playing the game. “We have to stop this before we put him in check.” all but my angry and determined said in unison. “It’s too late for that now” the angry and determined side of me said as if fused together as they were putting his king in mate and finally defeated my dragon.
“Good game but you only won because I was turned.” He exclaimed as I smelled his alcohol infused breath in disgust (I don’t really like the smell of alcohol).
This concluded our game of chess. I had finally defeated my dragon and saved my damsel in distress which was my chess confidence. The confidence came back stronger than ever and I felt like I could beat everyone in the world. This confidence became the school chess club created by my friend Nathan Ryan and yours truly. The club was my idea he just stayed with me to work everything out. So I won for the first time ever in my life at chess.  That is how I defeated my biggest dragon in my life.