Eight of us go fourth, not back, to protect our king from an attack. What are we?

I look at you, you look at me I raise my right, you raise your left. What am I?

Only one colour, but not one size,
Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies.
Present in sun, but not in rain,
Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
What is it?

We are a group of eight brothers. We consider the weak, yet we protect the king in every battle. If we move ahead, we never turn back. Who are we?

People make me, save me, change me, raise me. What am I?

What goes through cities and fields, but never moves?

A man is looking at a photograph of someone. His friend asks who it is. The man replies, “Brothers and sisters, I have none. But that man’s father is my father’s son.” Who was in the photograph?

What work can one never finish?

A word I know has six letters it contains, remove one letter and 12 remain. What is it?

I have lakes with no water, mountains with no stone and cities with no buildings. What am I?