You awaken in your bed after a long night of tossing and turning. Covered in sweat, you push yourself up trying to make sense of your latest in a series of dreams that have brought you both happiness and sorrow. You get up and walk in a circular motion around your cabin. It's been nearly a year since your brother died. All that's left of him are your memories and your prized possessions. The book that your brother never had a chance to finish remains in your bookshelf. A book he so ironically named, "The Untold Story," a story that would forever remain untold. Today seems like an ordinary day, but something feels different. You look over to your chess set. Your favorite chess piece, the bishop, looks back at you as if calling you over to it. You can hear a rooster crowing. It's dawn.