Zebulun Dreams of Ur V

Zebulun found himself back in the verdant valley. The air was warm, like springtime. The great oak was gone; in its place sat a small wooden cottage, its foundation made of stones from an ancient, ruined temple. Zebulun ascended.

The cottage door opened as he approached. A wizened old man smiled at him and gestured for him to enter. He poured them tea, and they sat together before a Chess board. It was rough-hewn, not nearly as ornate and crafted as Davion’s.

The old man took a sip of tea and said, "I am Ur. You have done well. This is only the beginning. You will face many trials in the years to come. Davion, Quinn, and Amalek will be there to help you. As will I."

"I thank you for everything," said Zebulun.

"I thank you as well, My Creation," said Ur. "Care for a game?"

"Sure," said his creation.

Zebulun and Ur played to a hard-fought draw after one hundred sixty-three moves.