The angry pounding of the waves on the shore seemed fitting to the scene playingout in front of everyone. I faced off the ruler of Ithaka, King Marcory, as the King of Zephyra, on a sandy beach surrounded by jagged cliffs. We were in a one-on-onefight, a duel to the death for my kingdom. For the past years, King Marcory hadbeen on a killing spree in a quest for more power. He massacred, he slaughtered,and he wiped out thousands of innocent people to feed his lust for power. There was actually a time when Ithaka was a peaceful and prosperous country,where food was plentiful and when the people thrived. But then, an inexplicablefamine struck Ithaka. In a desperate bid to save his people, King Marcory invadedhis neighbouring kingdoms to gain more fertile land to feed the Ithakans. But, hebecame glutted and obsessed with power, with the thrill that he felt when he killed.He conquered all the countries in the region and now, he had set his eyes on myland. The only way to stop him and to prevent further bloodshed (by having ourarmies crossing blades) was to fight him.I scrutinized him again, trying to look for the fair and just ruler I once knew. Butthere was no sign of the old Marcory in this stranger’s glazed eyes. He snarled, andwe circled each other warily. What was he up to, now? The twitch in his right leg gave away his next move. He lunged. I blocked him usingmy shield, and feinted to my right, pretending to aim for his side. I went left andmanaged to slice a gash into his left arm, also his sword arm. He howled in agonyand kicked s shower of sand at me, blinding my eyes. This time, I went down,crying out in pain even as I rubbed at my eyes furiously.I managed to open my eyes just in time to see Marcory’s blade aiming straight formy chest. I threw up my left arm, that was strapped with the shield, to block hisblow. His sword connected with my shield and the jarring blow caused his left handto spasm open and him to drop his sword. I went in for the kill, but he used his rightarm to backhand me instead. It connected with my cheekbone, and caused myvision to turn white for a second. I lashed out with my sword blindly. Then , I decided that attacking him was not the best strategy. As the fightprogressed, I made myself seem weaker, as if my strength was failing and I wasstarting to get tired. I made myself collapse onto the ground,( hoping that he wouldlet his guard down)/(making him think that I had passed out). He fell for the trick inhis power-crazy state of mind. As he reached for his sword, I leapt up, just in time tosee the flicker of surprise in Marcory’s eyes before I plunged my blade up his chest.I heard a few ribs crack and I think, that perhaps, I had stabbed him in the heart.Blood bubbled out of his mouth and his eyes seemed to clear from blood-red to seagreen. The hostile aura seemed to leave him; and at once, I knew, the old Marcorywas back. He staggered on his feet, seemingly disoriented and confused, detachedfrom his surroundings. But then he saw the sword hilt sticking out of his torso, hisexpression cleared.