The Dark King was back. But he was different now, more distorted. He ran at me and suddenly pulled a sword out of nowhere. I grabbed mine too and we clashed. But he was stronger, faster. He caught me off guard and sliced my leg. I fell to the ground in defeat, knowing this would be my end. But I wouldn’t give up now, not when I am so close to getting back home. He laughed, he stopped paying attention to me and I cut him in two, a fitting end for the king. A shiny orange gem appeared as his body faded. There it was, the Titanic Topaz.
