[ WP ] Describe a chess game in the form of an epic battle from the perspective of a pawn who survives long enough to be turned into a queen .

At first, we did n't know our enemy. 
 
 The field was open for anyone, so we formed a crew. All of us in the foster home, we ran everything for four blocks down. We seen everyone mean mugging us but no one popped off. Until we made our move to the front line. 
 
 The queen was a foster parent, everyone called her Auntie Lyda. She taught us enough to move on our own, gave each of us one move she knew, and she knew a lot. Us on the ground floor ran the streets, while she had older folk running the behind the scenes. It was after we pushed the boundaries, that we found out we were playing a bigger game. 
 
 Keen, a young gun, was rolling three deep and he got taken out. We found out it was an opposing team from down town that wanted our turf, so we hired a rook at the hit game to counter quickly. 
 
 The police did n't want to answer, but we knew it was going to be blood shed from that moment on. It was just a matter of time, and our time was short. I watched as other pawn boys push the boundaries, and just like Keen. They were gone. A few of the boys and I created a safe zone, I was at the head. I waited, gladly, for them to go for the ruse. Instead they went for the other side of town we controlled, I listened to the AK pop until the clip ran dry. 
 
 `` They fought back, Bishop, The Rook, and The throne protector.'' Seeing her fall, the knight, was a damn shame. We answered back, we got all the way past their front line, but not without casualties. I stood on their seat to the knight, just a few blocks down from their queen, and I felt a new power rage through me. I wanted that bitches head....
