[ 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 .

The sun glints off the hard metal of our armor. Our swords are sharp. Our directions are clear. We are to go forward. The distance between us and the enemy closes rapidly as our forces slowly move onward and upward. We draw our swords and ready our shields. Our orders are clear. We fight. We die. One of us falls to a knight riding a horse as dark as a nightmare. Another is slain by a slender woman with the grace of a lynx and a crown of black gold. 
 
 We advance. 
 We advance. 
 We advance. 
 
 Many of us die as we meet the might of the foe's army head on. The world seems not to be black and white, but many shades of grey. So many of us have fallen. The goal is lost. The plan is lost. The battle seems lost. And then... 
 
 
 I stand alone. Where i was once a we now i am a me. There is no one in sight and yet i hear the distant sounds of a battle raging. Many squares away. I look down to view just how i can advance and see a line. A black line. A very thin black line. Suddenly i feel a tug in my gut. I feel very strange. My battle-worn armor falls off. Clattering on the hard wood board. Replacing it, adorned gold armor with silver filigree. My sword transforms into the spitting image of Excalibur itself. I turn and rejoin the fray.
