The chess grandmaster

Another day in the glorious land of Equestria. Life went on, that included princess Twilight Sparkle. She was invited to Canterlot by her family since they all did not see each other as oftenly as they did before she left the city, of course she took Spike with her since he was a part of the family as well.

Anon on the other hand was not and that is why he had to stay in the castle all alone. He was not saddened by that, in fact Anon was happy to stay and do some private fun that he would not do in front of others. Such as reading up untill 12 o'clock of night and also reading under the covers with a flashlight which damaged his eye sight badly! (Goodness me, he was a hooligan!)

With no Twilight to keep Anon occupied he had much time for himself. He of course being a wise person decided to finish what he started a long time ago, bringing his hobby back to life.

Anon played chess since he was 8 years old, since then he practiced, studied, and perfected his knowledge of the art of chess. His set was practially finished, it only needed some last decorative details to be scratched on the pieces. 5 hours of restless work, "accidentall" finger cuts and dark red bleeding hands is all it took to finish off his little toy.

Anon made his set from God knows what wood. He found it in the everfree forests but could not familiarize it with any tree from earth.

"At least with any normal tree from earth," Anon thought to himself.

The night was now young. He never thought that time would pass so quickly whilst he was bleeding his fingers out.

"I cooouuld possibly do some would cutting and make action figures to kill some time while waiting for something or someone, itnshould be a 'cool' new hobby," before finishing his thoughts Anon felt a squeeze and some sharp pain in his fingers.

Apparently Anons fingers decided that it was a bad idea and they let him know that. Back to the chess pieces. They were carved out very carefully, each of them unique, which proves that they were hand made, each of them had a special detail. Every single one smelled alike fresh morning in a forest, they were smooth and cold on touch, light and firm and when you knocked them against something you could hear a sound that usualy a nut would make.

"Weird, should be the fault of the 'strange' wood that i used," Anon chuckled.

"Why does everything in this world has to have some trick behind it, something strange or creepy, why can it not be norma... you are in a world of talking horses which posses magic and can fly... You have high logical expectations!" He chatted with himself before stopping and realising that this is going nowhere.

Since the time had entered the deep night Anon wandered off to his royal sized bed with luxury, fresh, crunching covers and pillows, so soft that it felt that they were filled with rose petals. Slowly he felt his body getting heavier from the tip of his toes up to his chest and finally reaching his eyes. Now his eyelids were so heavy and sticky that he just could not open them, he tried but failed multiple times.

"The ones who say sleep is for the weak never expirienced sleep in a royal bed," was Anons last thought before he finally descended into the sweet realm of rest.

"Tommorow is a promising day! So many ponies to beat..." alright this was his last thought, hopefully...

"Mwuahahahaha!" a maniac like laugh followed shortly by loud snores of the slumbering human.