Elf's Lantern

Portrait of a prince engaged by a mystery-chess challenger drawing life-ideations of the 'quality' of his own Earth-borne Ego-descent.

A romance for modern imagination inspired very loosely by The Woman in Red (Gene Wilder). Happy New Year's (and thanks so much for reading!), 

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Amlan Satan lived in New England and worked on his novel about blood-diamond intrigue on Earth affecting capitalist-world insurance journals and was the president of the New-Porcellian cyber-chess society which shared photos of members in the Western-American 'Selfie' culture of social-media exchange. He also honed his skills with culinary-arts and created a mini-homeschooling cyber-initiative for students grades 1-5 and became a general avid-fan of social-media culture (wow).

AMLAN SATAN: I'm using a special wonder-rich Xmas-themed chess-set to cast ideas about competition-imagination for kids!

ENDYMION: Do you know why I contacted you on your (private) cyber-communications channel (New England), Mr. Satan?
AMLAN: Not really, but you claim you're a spying Martian hiding on the Earth-moon (now)?
ENDYMION: Indeed...and I know of your 'secret' chess-wizardry, which you've kept private!

AMLAN: So?
ENDYMION: You must draw a cool stalemate-chess condition gameplay against me to warrant a non-invasion sovereignty!

AMLAN: For my race?
ENYDMION: Exactly, and now I'll use my queen-knight advance for offensive skill and veiling on this cyber-chess portal (ha).

AMLAN: Well...I'll 'retort' with this nifty rook-bishop double-line defense for a 'sportsman' stalemate concept against you (ha).

ENDYMION: Damn...seems you've drawn the stalemate-IQ I demanded then, hmm.

AMLAN: What now, Mr. Martian?
ENDYMION: Keep this 'triumph' between us a secret, but you may write about it as a novel of some kind (fiction only).

AMLAN: Alright.

WIFE (Shelbye): This is the best egg-curry you've made yet, Amlan.
AMLAN: I know; I've got this extra gumption after achieving a stalemate-chess match against a brilliant cyber-opponent.

WIFE: Who's the opponent?

AMLAN: He claimed he was a spying Martian named Endymion and wanted a stalemate 'dare' to warrant non-invasion of Earth.

WIFE: That's a rather ridiculous claim for anyone to believe, eh?
AMLAN: I'm going to write a novel about the 'concept' now, even though I myself am not in full belief, but I've this energy!

WIFE: Cool!

Amlan Satan thought about his whole life to that point and how he (secretly) worked as a 'James Bond' double-agent of blood-diamond chess-infiltrations in Northern Ireland after college and did so before he met his wife Shelbye. He thought about his college-sweetheart, Ezzy, whom he referred to as his proverbial 'lady-in-red' and how she formed his current dashing concepts of what makes a modern man a man of capitalism and education/culture Ego greatness.

AMLAN SATAN: If that 'dude' Endymion was a Martian, and I won the sovereignty-accord with chess, I think he played me because I had become something of a 'prince' diplomat of what makes the Earth race so 'incompletely' diplomatic or self-willed for creative intuitions (ha).

JOURNAL (Novel-Notes): I think back to my days at Dartmouth, with Ezzy, and how I was learning chess and making life-notes about the quality of expression of the capitalist race of romance and invention, and maybe all these princely-thoughts form the skeletal structure of what makes me a 'sportsmanship' messenger, why I loved Ezzy, and why I love baseball-cards; maybe that 'dude' really was a spying Martian eyeing the intrigue of human race social-media (wow).

EZZY: You're destined for great human race thinking road to fine dashing manhood, sweet-man.

AMLAN (Dartmouth-days): I know it too...but you're part of that equation, no?
EZZY: Nah...I'm headed off to the fashion-world so we'll just be a memory for your notes/book, prince.

AMLAN: Sure.

ENDYMION: That clever prince didn't realize I had the telepathy to enslave man with mind-control if he failed in the chess-sportsman's 'deed' and I suspect his novella-writing will move him to think back on his younger days, his adventure(s), and perhaps even his love of baseball/sports cards and treasures; perhaps humans really are a sort of 'dollhouse' experiment in capitalist Ego education/eflism (wow).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)