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A boy stood at the edge of a forest that wasn't supposed to be there.
The map said "Field." His phone said "No Signal." And the strange watch on his wrist? It had just whispered:
“Turn left before the trees remember.”
Sam had found the watch inside an old wooden box at a flea market, nestled between a stack of dusty chess books and a wind-up monkey that never blinked. The old man who sold it to him winked, said, "It only works for those who listen."
Sam thought he meant time.
But now, the watch was guiding him... into a forest that shifted when he wasn't looking.
One step in, and the path behind him was gone.The watch pulsed again.
“Don’t trust the birds. They remember your name.”
Sam took a deep breath and followed the whisper.
Sam took his first real step into the forest.
The air shifted. It wasn't just cold — it watched. The trees creaked like bones stretching after a nap. Leaves whispered in languages his ears weren’t supposed to understand.
The watch blinked again.
“Find the black pawn. He knows the way.”
Sam blinked. A what now?
A few steps ahead, nestled in the roots of a twisted oak, sat a single black chess pawn. It wasn’t carved. It looked… alive. Breathing. Maybe bored.
As Sam reached for it, the pawn moved.It didn’t walk — it slid like a piece on an invisible board.
Then it spoke.
“You’re two moves too late, forestwalker. But not checkmated… yet.”
“Okay WHAT is happening,” Sam whispered to himself.
“Don’t whisper,” the pawn snapped. “The forest hears whispers like screams.”
The watch buzzed again. A new message:
“Follow the pawn. But beware of knights.”
The pawn twitched. “Come, Sam. The trees are already changing.”
Sam followed.
The forest dimmed the further they walked, as if time itself forgot this path. Sam’s phone, long dead, buzzed once — and then smoked.
The pawn stopped. “Listen.”
Hooves. But not normal hooves — these clanged like metal on stone. The sound bounced off trees that weren’t there a moment ago.
Then, from the shadows, it emerged.
A knight — tall, faceless, armored, riding a steed made of bark and shadow. The creature’s eyes glowed like lanterns.
Sam froze. The pawn whispered, “Don’t run. Don’t speak. He smells fear and misplaced rooks.”
The knight raised a hand. It held… a rook-shaped key?
“You trespass on sacred strategy,” the knight boomed. “Do you know the first rule of the forest board?”
Sam’s brain went full static. “Uhh... don’t lose the king?”
The knight tilted its helmet. “Acceptable.”
He tossed the rook-key to Sam, who barely caught it. The moment he did, the ground shifted beneath them — the forest reset like a shuffled puzzle.
The pawn sighed. “You’ve been marked now. It gets trickier from here.”
Sam looked at the key. It pulsed with warmth… and opened a path forward.
:THAT WAS CHAPERS 1,2 AND 3! HOPE YOU LIKED IT CHAPTER 4 COMING OUT SOON!
A boy stood at the edge of a forest that wasn't supposed to be there.
The map said "Field." His phone said "No Signal." And the strange watch on his wrist? It had just whispered:
“Turn left before the trees remember.”
Sam had found the watch inside an old wooden box at a flea market, nestled between a stack of dusty chess books and a wind-up monkey that never blinked. The old man who sold it to him winked, said, "It only works for those who listen."
Sam thought he meant time.
But now, the watch was guiding him... into a forest that shifted when he wasn't looking.
One step in, and the path behind him was gone.The watch pulsed again.
“Don’t trust the birds. They remember your name.”
Sam took a deep breath and followed the whisper.
Sam took his first real step into the forest.
The air shifted. It wasn't just cold — it watched. The trees creaked like bones stretching after a nap. Leaves whispered in languages his ears weren’t supposed to understand.
The watch blinked again.
“Find the black pawn. He knows the way.”
Sam blinked. A what now?
A few steps ahead, nestled in the roots of a twisted oak, sat a single black chess pawn. It wasn’t carved. It looked… alive. Breathing. Maybe bored.
As Sam reached for it, the pawn moved.It didn’t walk — it slid like a piece on an invisible board.
Then it spoke.
“You’re two moves too late, forestwalker. But not checkmated… yet.”
“Okay WHAT is happening,” Sam whispered to himself.
“Don’t whisper,” the pawn snapped. “The forest hears whispers like screams.”
The watch buzzed again. A new message:
“Follow the pawn. But beware of knights.”
The pawn twitched. “Come, Sam. The trees are already changing.”
Sam followed.
The forest dimmed the further they walked, as if time itself forgot this path. Sam’s phone, long dead, buzzed once — and then smoked.
The pawn stopped. “Listen.”
Hooves. But not normal hooves — these clanged like metal on stone. The sound bounced off trees that weren’t there a moment ago.
Then, from the shadows, it emerged.
A knight — tall, faceless, armored, riding a steed made of bark and shadow. The creature’s eyes glowed like lanterns.
Sam froze. The pawn whispered, “Don’t run. Don’t speak. He smells fear and misplaced rooks.”
The knight raised a hand. It held… a rook-shaped key?
“You trespass on sacred strategy,” the knight boomed. “Do you know the first rule of the forest board?”
Sam’s brain went full static. “Uhh... don’t lose the king?”
The knight tilted its helmet. “Acceptable.”
He tossed the rook-key to Sam, who barely caught it. The moment he did, the ground shifted beneath them — the forest reset like a shuffled puzzle.
The pawn sighed. “You’ve been marked now. It gets trickier from here.”
Sam looked at the key. It pulsed with warmth… and opened a path forward.
:THAT WAS CHAPERS 1,2 AND 3! HOPE YOU LIKED IT CHAPTER 4 COMING OUT SOON!
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