Answer:
Tear me off and scratch my head, what once was red is black instead. What am I?
The 8 of us go forth and not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What am I?
What is so delicate that saying its name breaks it?
I am the word that has three syllables and twenty six letters.
I have two bodies joined together as one. When standing still I run and run.
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.