A Dance of Black and White

by Eclipse-Blue Moonfrost

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Twilight Sparkle, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Princess Luna, Drama, Original Character
Length: 4375

For the young unicorn stallion Hazel Moon, chess is the embodiment of life - a lonely mind searching for the perfect move, to overcome the opponent with strategy and foresight.

Cancelled due to private reasons.
However, i will continue to write stories, but only shorter ones and in irregular intervals.

For the young unicorn stallion Hazel Moon, chess is the embodiment of life - a lonely mind searching for the perfect move, to overcome the opponent with strategy and foresight.

Set to play against the princess of the night, he explores the magical land of Equestria - and himself.

Will he overcome princess Luna and become the next equestrian champion?

Thanks to Midnight for the cover art.

Published 2023-07-26 18:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2023-07-26 18:30:01 UTC

Prologue

What is it like to have friends?

I settled myself into the plushy, comfortable chair with my gaze fixed upon the scoresheet before me.

There it was, the much-anticipated match between the lonely unicorn stallion Hazel Moon and the
illustrious, beloved Twilight Sparkle. It was the last round of this tournament and a victory against
her would secure me a position as the contender for the coveted title of Equestrian Chess Champion, pitting myself against no one other than Princess Luna herself.

Resting my ivory-beige face upon my left hoof, I contemplated my opponent. The truth was, I had never truly experienced friendship, unless you counted my cherished plushie of the renowned stage performer, Trixie. Acquired during a trade fair in Manehattan, it was my solitary companion in a world devoid of companionship.

How can Twilight possess so many friends and excel at this game at the same time?

I mused with my forest green eyes briefly wandering to the plushie that laid by the side of the chessboard. With a delicate use of telekinesis, I lifted it from its place and hugged it tightly, its softness providing solace, while my mane, flowing in shades of brown, cascaded gently over its surface.

Lost in my musings, I failed to notice the approach of an earth pony stallion and a unicorn mare, drawing nearer to my table. Startled, I lifted my gaze to meet their eyes.

"Greetings, Hazel Moon," spoke the stalwart stallion with his verdant fur who was exuding an air of
authority. "The match will start in three minutes," the janitor informed us, while my opponent, the
genuine Twilight Sparkle, settled herself across from me. From my vantage point, I could discern her multitude of friends occupying the spectator area, their presence a testament to her popularity.

"Good luck," Twilight Sparkle declared.

"G-Good luck," I stuttered in response.

Knight to f3 marked the inception of our match. It was not only the opening move in this crucial
game but also the very move I had employed in the previous four games throughout the
Championship Candidate Tournament, wielding the white pieces.

Twilight Sparkle's eyes locked with mine as she ignited her horn, channeling the magic within.
With grace, she advanced her queen's pawn to d5. The arcane aura suffused our surroundings, casting a resplendent purple glow within the walls of the library of Fillydelphia, which had been chosen as
the host for this momentous tournament. With utmost care, she pressed the hoofcrafted clock and meticulously wrote down her move upon her own scoresheet.

She is not going to see the ponish opening coming.

A variation that entailed sacrificing a pawn early on, contrasting with my usual strategy, the Celestia Attack which was d3 followed by the fianchetto of the kingside bishop. Once again, the room was bathed in a radiant magical light. This time, it emanated from my own green aura as I deftly
employed telekinesis to seize the pawn, positioning it steadfastly upon the white square c4.

"Do you truly believe that I would succumb to the allure of what appears to be a free pawn?"
Twilight Sparkle inquired, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and skepticism, "I refuse to
relinquish control over the center of the board to you. Through experience, Hazel Moon, I have
learned the perils of greed."

I slowly and deliberately pressed the clock and inscribed my move upon the scoresheet.

Her observation held truth. Opting to play e6, she fortified her queenside pawn, denying my
strategical opening. Accepting the gambit meant that I, in turn, could play e4, securing a significant spatial advantage and facilitating the swift development of my pieces.

"Yet you exchange your e pawn for my c pawn," I remarked with my voice so low it was barely a whisper.

After a grueling five hours of tactical and strategic maneuvers, the decisive moment arrived. With a resolute mind and calculated precision, I unleashed the move Rxg5+, a move that would seal my imminent victory over Twilight. The sacrifice of my rook for a pawn paved the path to an inescapable checkmate,
leaving her with no chance of defense.

As the weight of my decision settled upon the chessboard, a hush fell upon the room. All eyes were fixed upon the board, where the fate of the match was sealed. The tension was palpable, electrifying the air with anticipation.

She hesitated, her gaze darting across the wooden board, searching for a glimmer of hope. Yet, the
truth loomed ever closer, casting its shadow upon her. The inevitability of her defeat became an
unyielding force, driving her into a corner from which there was no escape.

There is no hope for you, oh so popular Twilight!

The realization of my victory dawned upon her. It was a moment frozen in time, the culmination of
my unwavering dedication, tireless preparation, and unyielding spirit. The sacrifices made, the calculated risks taken, all leading to this final, triumphant strike.

There it was, her only option—to capture my rook. And yet, even in that act, her fate was sealed. A checkmate loomed on the horizon, an inescapable conclusion to our arduous battle. The white pieces on the board whispered tales of victory, and the room held its breath over the end of this match.

As her trembling telekinesis reached out to grab my rook, the spirits of our struggle reverberated throughout the room. Victory was mine, attained through unwavering determination and strategic brilliance.

"Checkmate," the janitor's voice echoed through the room as my telekinetic powers delicately positioned the opposing kings on the white squares at the heart of the chessboard.

I did it. I will play against princess Luna in Canterlot.

Twilight Sparkle, accompanied by the janitor, extended their congratulations, acknowledging my triumph in the candidates' tournament. Yet, as applaud enveloped the room, I found myself rooted to my seat, an indescribable weight upon my shoulders. Time seemed to stretch into eternity as I remained transfixed, observing Twilight Sparkle going towards her circle of friends, engaging in
lively conversation and camaraderie.

Unable to shake the sense of longing that stirred within me, I yearned for the bond of true companionship that had eluded me for far too long.

I will become the next champion. mares will love me, and stallions will respect me.

As the joyous atmosphere continued to swirl around me, I embraced my plushie in a hug again.

"We will travel to Canterlot tomorrow, i have already bought the tickets for the train"
Frosty Sky, my esteemed chess trainer, reassured me. We found ourselves in the lavish confines of
my suite at the Grand Horseshoe Hotel in Fillydelphia. The dark brown Pegasus -his lustrous white mane flowing- emanated a sense of pride as we engaged in a conversation centered around the past tournament.

Lost in contemplation, I gazed out of the window, my eyes fixated upon the nocturnal moonlight that adorned the skyline of Filly. Thoughts of strategizing and devising a plan to emerge victorious against Princess Luna consumed my mind. I was acutely aware that this forthcoming match
next month would undoubtedly be the most challenging I ever faced.

I will make my parents proud.

Amidst my reverie, Frosty Sky's words reached my ears, though I remained distant in thought. "Are you even listening? The award ceremony starts in ten minutes," he spoke in a louder voice than usual, his brilliant blue eyes shimmering like precious sapphires, as he reminded me of the imminent ceremony. "You have rightfully earned a trophy, and you should claim it."

He was right, of course. Acknowledging his sagacity with a nod, I adorned myself in a black cloak, fastened my saddlebag securely, ensuring my cherished plushie found its rightful place within, and together, we trotted back towards the library, where the awarding ceremony awaited us.

With my hood drawn over my horned head, I stepped into the grandeur of the award ceremony. Once again, I found myself standing alone, for my trainer was not permitted to accompany me onto the stage. Truth be told, I paid little heed to the proceedings unfolding before me. Instead, my gaze wandered towards the spectator area, where the friends of my fellow ten players gathered in
abundance. Over fifty companions adorned the sidelines, their camaraderie evident and their bond unbreakable.

They will love me after I defeated the princess of the night.

Frosty Sky and I made our way back to the Grand Horseshoe hotel, our journey filled with silence. Conversation seemed futile in my current state of mind, and so I allowed my thoughts to wander freely, lost in the realm of daydreams. Engrossed in my own musings, I almost missed that my trainer came to a sudden halt in the hotel foyer. He appeared disoriented, as if caught in a whirlwind
of dizziness.

"Are you alright?" I murmured, my voice barely audible.

Instead of responding to my question he collapsed to the ground with a resounding thud.

"Help!" The urgency in my voice reverberated through the air as I rushed to his side, fear gripping my heart. I noticed that he wasn't breathing. Fortunately, the hotel staff swiftly arrived and initiated first aid measures.

"Please stay back!" the maid, an earthpony with a gentle pink hue and a reddish-pink mane
commanded me, her tone firm yet compassionate.

"The paramedics have been alerted. Return to your room. He will be fine."

As i didn’t had what it takes to prevail and due to the fact that couldn’t help him anyway I
complied, retreating to the sanctuary of my suite. As I sank into the embrace of the princess-sized bed, worry was gnawing on my mind.

He will be fine, he will be fine, he will be fine.

I repeated the maid's words in my mind, an incantation of hope and reassurance. Sleep eluded me, my restless mind finding solace in the comforting presence of my Trixie-plushie. I anxiously awaited for the night to pass, and cuddled my beloved plushie until morning.

Author's Note

I want to thank Zitrus Mixus for the feedback he gave me and the thought-provoking critics.

Chapter 1: Belief

I awoke to the gentle caress of the sun's rays upon my face, which were streaming through the big windows of my luxurious suite.

I must have fallen asleep.

Rising from the chaotic bed, I surveyed my surroundings. The room captivated a perfect blend of elegance and purpose. Positioned beside the grand windowfront, a sturdy wooden office desk commanded my attention. It was adorned with my personal chess-set, the book Middlegame Theory: The Magic of Chess written by nopony else than the legendary Starswirl the bearded, and my own carefully crafted notes, a testament to the countless hours of preparation for the candidates’ tournament.

Disregarding the scattered chess pieces occupying the desk, I made my way towards the bathroom, my mind filled with unpleasant thoughts.

As I lazily removed my cloak, I turned my attention towards the mirror, dreading the reflection that stared back at me. Instead of beholding the image of a destined champion in the realm of the royal game on the sixty-four squares, I was confronted with the image of a fragile and weak unicorn, appearing as though tears had flowed endlessly from his verdant eyes. My gaze traversed over my creamy beige coat, tracing the path from my elegant spiral horn, through the tousled chaos of my brown striped mane, down over my chest and stopped at the sight of my front legs.

My pathetically short legs. Most mares are bigger than me. How is any mare supposed to fall in
love with this pathetic excuse of a stallion that i am?

Summoning all my strength, I banished the self-loathing thoughts that threatened to consume me, swiftly stepping into the refreshing embrace of the shower located to the right of the mirror. As the cold water cascaded over my weary form, a wave of recollection washed over me, bringing to the forefront of my mind the events that transpired on the fateful night before.

Frosty Sky! I have to know if he is ok!

Swiftly, I attended to my oral hygiene, diligently brushing my teeth until they gleamed with newfound radiance. After re-equipping myself with my black robe I gathered my belongings from the bathroom and put them into my hoofbag before quickly returning to the suite's main room.

Within the sanctuary of the suite, I quickly gathered my treasured possessions, meticulously arranging them within the confines of my saddlebag and my suitcase respectively. Of course the best spot was reserved for my beloved plushie, ensuring it nestled in a place of utmost comfort within the depths of my saddlebag as i prepared myself for the journey to the beautiful capital of Equestria: Canterlot.

With a determined gait, I quickly traversed the grand corridors of the hotel, my hooves’ clops echoing against the polished parquet. My destination was the reception desk located in the opulent foyer.

The foyer exuded an air of magnificence, its grandeur captivating all who entered its embrace. Opulent chandeliers, resplendent in their craftsmanship, cast a radiant glow that bathed the space in a warm, ethereal light. A captivating feature stood between the reception desk and the entrance—an ornate well, adorned with intricate sculptures, its depths teeming with a mesmerizing array of vibrant fish, their graceful movements adding an enchanting allure to the scene.

Approaching the reception desk with a mix of urgency and concern, I directed my gaze towards the figure at the other end of the counter. A middle aged earth pony mare with an exquisite all-purple coat.

"Pray tell, good madam, have you been enlightened as to the fate of the pegasus who suffered a sudden collapse within these very walls on the eve prior?" I questioned the mare with my words carefully chosen.

"Who are you?“ was all i got from her.

Summoning all the courage within me, I introduced myself to the elegant receptionist with my best linguistical prowess, yet my voice betrayed my vulnerability. "I am Hazel Moon," I spoke, "I implore you, kind mare, to enlighten me regarding the well-being of the pegasus who succumbed to a distressing medical episode within these very premises last night. You see, he is not merely a pegasus; he is my chess trainer. He is important to me." I put emphasis on the last sentence.

"The Equestrian Life Guard tried to reanimate him, unfortunately without success,“ the mare casually answered my question. "He passed away. The body is being transported to his relatives in cloudsdale. I am sorry for your loss.“

A whirlwind of emotions surged within me, rendering me speechless. In those agonizing moments of profound silence, I could only offer a slight nod, my heart heavy with unspoken words. With a flick of my telekinesis, I gently placed the keys to my suite and a tip of 5 bits upon the polished counter, silently conveying my gratitude and bidding farewell to the purple mare.

As I made my way out of the grand hotel, tears drippled down my cheeks like shimmering crystal droplets, reflecting the weight of my emotions. Each step I took felt heavy with the burden of unspoken sorrow, as the world around me blurred in a haze of anguish and uncertainty.

With each slow step I took through the streets of Fillydelphia, my mind became the home of demons and doubts, tormenting me relentlessly. Despite being fully aware that I had missed the train that Frosty Sky and I had intended to board, I walked to the trainstation, my heart driven by an insatiable need to escape the suffocating weight of my thoughts.

Why did he had to die?

That question was a relentless presence in my mind. It haunted me, tugging at the corners of my thoughts, demanding an answer that seemed perpetually out of my reach.

I ventured deeper into the bustling heart of the old town of Fillydelphia. The vibrant market square unfolded before my eyes, a tapestry of colors and sounds that enraptured my senses. Traders displayed their wares, their voices intermingling with the melodic chimes of a street musician playing a wooden flute. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, tempting me to seek comfort in one of the quaint cafes that lined the cobblestone streets. And there, standing with an air of grandeur, stood the old theatre, its ornate façade telling tales of captivating performances and displays of wonderous art.

In an attempt to divert my attention from the tumultuous thoughts swirling within my mind, I found solace in the enchanting wares of a nearby jeweler's shop. Amongst the glittering treasures on display, my verdant eyes were drawn to a stunning silver necklace carrying a crescent moon crafted from exquisite sapphires displayed at a shop window. Instantly captivated by its celestial allure, I knew it was the perfect embellishment for my cherished Trixie plush.

Lowering my hood, I entered the shop with quiet grace, the ringing of the bell announcing my arrival. I made my way towards the elegant vitrine which also served as a counter, where a young citrine unicorn mare stood, her gaze silently judging me.

She won’t expect this.

"Hello, how can i help you?“

With the vast treasury of words at my disposal, I embarked upon the self-imposed task of crafting my request with eloquence, ensuring that each syllable resonated with brilliance and grace to aid at my newfound mission to impress the mare.

"Good day," I greeted the unicorn mare with a voice filled with timidity, directing her attention towards the exquisite necklace displayed at the shop window with my right front hoof. "I seek to acquire this enchanting piece of jewelry for my Trixie plushie," I explained, my words carrying a fragile tone. "If you would be so kind as to shorten it, allowing it to adorn her with absolute perfection please?"

My speech failed to impress her.

"Look mister pretentious, i don’t have time for this. The jewelry is not made for toys,“ she told me with an annoyed look on her face.

Damn.

"I have emerged victorious in the candidates tournament," I confided the adorable mare, a sense of pride seeping into my voice, "this necklace shall serve as a decoration for the plushie, which I intend to gift my little sister."

I hoped that my lie worked as I carefully put a one hundred and forty bits on the glass using my telekinesis.

"Fine. Give me your plushie so I can fit the necklace.“

Having concluded my business at the ticket booth, I found myself within the grandeur of the classical train station, marveling at its exquisite architecture. Stationed at platform four, where my train was scheduled to depart in approximately three hours, I stood there with the hood over my head and pondered the consequenses of preparing myself for the championship match without a trainer, because the truth was that I could not build enough trust to somepony within a month which was required for the task of establishing a close enough relationship to train and prepare me.

I will have to stick with my old routines and training. I will continue to use the ponish game when I control the white pieces and further deepen my understanding of the possible lines which may occur from that opening. But what about my games wielding the black pieces? Luna does not stick to a single opening, and deeply preparing myself even for only 3 openings within a month is practically impossible.

While I successfully banished the haunting question of why the Reaperpony had claimed Frosty Sky, my mind remained consumed by thoughts of the forthcoming match. Desiring a respite from my ruminations, my eyes alighted upon a charming café nestled adjacent to platform one, conveniently accessible from the very platform itself.

A clever way to get customers is to lure in passangers who wait for their train. Well it worked for me i guess.

I gracefully stepped into the rustic café, finding a comfortable place upon a cozy couch placed besides a wooden table large enough for several ponies. As the warmth of the sun bathed the world outside, I ordered a refreshing glass of chilled water, craving its cool embrace to counter the balmy weather.

Gentle hoofsteps captured my attention as a tall pony drew near.

"Greetings Hazel, my name is Wild Strikes and i wanted to congratulate you on winning the candidates tournament,“ said the coral earthpony.

He donned a modest black shirt, complemented by the stylish addition of sunglasses. His vibrant canary mane harmoniously matched his coral fur. He wore leathery saddlebags to each of his sides.

"I am a chess player myself, and i wanted to ask you if we might play a game and if i may get an autograph“

My cheeks erupted in flames from the inside.

"Yes, we can indulge in a classical game of chess to pass the time while I await my train which arrives in approximately three hours," I replied, "you may have the honor of starting our match with the white pieces."

His genuine smile was like a flare, bringing light into the darkness of my mind.

Wild Strike’s chessboard stood between us like a battlefield, the black pieces awaiting my command. It was once again time to show off my strategic brilliance.

My beloved Trixie plushie, now carrying her beautiful moon-necklace watched silently with her
periwinkle eyes and her sly smirk over the chessboard.

Using my telekinesis, I started the clock. My opponent opened the game with the king’s pawn and placed it on e4. My response followed without wasting any time as i played e5.

After Knight f3 and Knight c6, Wild Strike chose to play the Ruy Ponez game, Bishop to b5.

Interesting to choose an opening which will result in a closed position against a much stronger
player.

He did not stood a chance against me, but I must admit, Wild Strikes played with incredible skill and determination. The chessboard became our battleground, where strategic moves and tactical maneuvers unfolded with each passing moment. As the match reached its climax, it became evident that victory was within my grasp.

The tension between us was palpable as we navigated through the complexities of the game. Piece by piece, I skillfully outmaneuvered his defenses, my every move guided by years of study and countless hours of practice. Wild Strikes fought valiantly, his determination shining through each calculated response.

But as the game progressed, my advantage became insurmountable. The position on the board tilted in my favor, and I seized the opportunity with precision and grace. With each move, my pieces harmonized in a symphony of strategic and tactical brilliance.

As we entered the endgame, a king and pawn battle, the outcome was clear as my opponent could do nothing to stop my remaining pawn due to the opposition of our kings, eventually allowing my pawn to become a queen.

Recognizing the futility of his position, Wild Strikes made the noble decision to resign. It was a
moment of mutual respect, for even in defeat, he acknowledged the great game both of us played.
As we shook hooves, a sense of camaraderie formed between us, born from our shared passion for
the royal game.

After talking about our legendary battle and discussing different lines, I signed his hoofmade chessboard.

"Thank you and good luck against the princess!“ said Wild Strikes as he left.

With a soft rustle of the plush seat, I settled myself comfortably, the Trixie plushie nestled snugly by my side. As the train's engine roared to life, a sense of anticipation filled the air. The rhythmic chugging of the wheels mirrored the beating of my heart, both eager to embark on this new journey.

Glancing out of the window, I watched as the familiar scenery of Fillydelphia gradually faded away, replaced by rolling hills and vibrant meadows. The world outside seemed to transform, as if in sync with the adventure that awaited me. The train's steady motion lulled me into a state of tranquility, allowing my thoughts to wander and dreams to take flight.

In the plush comfort of the first-class cabin, I found solace and respite. The soft lighting cast a warm glow, illuminating the pages of the book I had brought along, "Chess Mastery: Unlocking the Secrets of the Mind." With each turn of the page, I delved deeper into the intricacies of the royal game, eager to expand my knowledge and refine my skills.

But amidst the captivating words and the immersive world of chess theory, my gaze would often drift to the Trixie plushie by my side. She sat there, her mischievous grin frozen in place, as if ready to embark on her own grand adventure. The sparkling moon necklace adorned her, a symbol of the dreams we shared and the victories we had conquered together.

As the train trundled along, passing through quaint towns and bustling cities, I couldn't help but reflect on the path that had led me here. The countless hours spent studying and practicing, the sacrifices made, and the unwavering passion that fueled my pursuit of excellence. Each step, each move, had brought me closer to this moment.

Lost in my musings, I could almost hear the cheers of the crowd, the applause that echoed through the grand halls of the royal chess tournament. The thought of sitting before princess Luna herself, locked in a battle of wits and strategy, sent a thrill down my spine. It was a chance to prove my mettle, to showcase the culmination of years of dedication and hard work.

Do i even stand a chance against her?

But amidst the excitement, a tinge of nervousness crept in. Doubt whispered its cruel words, questioning my abilities and tempting me to falter. It was in these moments that I would turn to Trixie, her unwavering gaze and stitched smile reminding me of the strength that resided within.

With a reassuring pat on her plush head, I vowed to remain steadfast, to push past any self-doubt that threatened to overshadow my spirit. Trixie, my ever-present companion, was more than just a toy; she symbolized resilience, the embodiment of unwavering belief in oneself.