I had never seen so many ponies at the Manhattan Memorial park. Fillies were running around screaming, playing, chasing one another, giggling. By the looks of it, the chess competitors were trying to meditate in an isolated area of the park, preparing their minds for the tournament. From afar, I could hear drums and trombones. Seats were placed around the competitors’ tables, where they would eventually falter to either a win or a loss.
Dusty and Vinyl went to register for the competition, while I was in charge of getting a front row seat, so I could look at Vinyl, smile at her, hoping that she would win it all, even though she barely had any practice or preparation. Nevertheless, I believed in her, believed that she would come out of this …show more content…
She was like a fierce shark, roaming for prey. Within twelve minutes, Vinyl had defeated her opponent and advanced to the semifinals. I had wanted to go and congratulate her for her win, but spectators were prohibited from contacting the competitors for the prospect of cheating.
Now, currently, Vinyl was seated on a bench, not too far from the tables. We exchanged smiles and even kisses. I didn’t care if I looked silly, though. I only cared about Vinyl’s being.
Soon, the semifinals began, and my eyes were glued to Vinyl. To her luck, she wasn’t going up against the champion. She was playing a pony named Icicle Spears, a stallion regarded as a well-renowned chess player back in his day. Vinyl was thinking hard, her hoof rubbing her chin. I could tell that she had a plan already laid out to defeat her opponent. Within six minutes, Vinyl had accumulated a few pawns, a room, two knights, and a bishop from her opponent, while he had a couple pawns, one knight, and one rook.
I kept stealing glances between them, wondered what Icicle had planned for her. They were coming down all over the place now: Vinyl was advancing her knights and rooks, while Icicle advanced his pawns to charge forward. My eyes kept wandering over Vinyl, still thinking intuitively of the next move she should
Dusty and Vinyl went to register for the competition, while I was in charge of getting a front row seat, so I could look at Vinyl, smile at her, hoping that she would win it all, even though she barely had any practice or preparation. Nevertheless, I believed in her, believed that she would come out of this …show more content…
She was like a fierce shark, roaming for prey. Within twelve minutes, Vinyl had defeated her opponent and advanced to the semifinals. I had wanted to go and congratulate her for her win, but spectators were prohibited from contacting the competitors for the prospect of cheating.
Now, currently, Vinyl was seated on a bench, not too far from the tables. We exchanged smiles and even kisses. I didn’t care if I looked silly, though. I only cared about Vinyl’s being.
Soon, the semifinals began, and my eyes were glued to Vinyl. To her luck, she wasn’t going up against the champion. She was playing a pony named Icicle Spears, a stallion regarded as a well-renowned chess player back in his day. Vinyl was thinking hard, her hoof rubbing her chin. I could tell that she had a plan already laid out to defeat her opponent. Within six minutes, Vinyl had accumulated a few pawns, a room, two knights, and a bishop from her opponent, while he had a couple pawns, one knight, and one rook.
I kept stealing glances between them, wondered what Icicle had planned for her. They were coming down all over the place now: Vinyl was advancing her knights and rooks, while Icicle advanced his pawns to charge forward. My eyes kept wandering over Vinyl, still thinking intuitively of the next move she should