He took one step and gently placed his palm on the door. Memories of Isolde using her spear flashed through his eyes.
He squinted.
"It's you."
The rune covered door meant an empty space, meaning when he found one, there was room to create his own knight.
Slowly but surely, the castle was opening up. It had to be because he was much closer to becoming King.
Everything faded away as he opened his eyes in the real world and found himself back in the forest. His eyes, which were gleaming softly, reflected the grass beneath his feet.
Something snapped in him after Isolde's death, and that 'snap' was the realization that all his life he's always been seeking peace.
It had been his goal. Get stronger to stop the bullies, get stronger to help his mother, truly like a pawn.
A reactor. If there was something he'd learnt from Gabriel, it was that he always made the move. Always one step ahead.
