Alcindor sharpened the blade of his sword, preparing for another day of the Great War. His colleagues were discussing battle formations and other serious matters he couldn’t care less about. His mind wandered to you, his greatest enemy.

The general had only heard about your valour before. But he saw it in action during the battle and he found himself entranced. Alcindor had dueled you himself and he was impressed. You had shown zero flaws during the clash and even landed some hard blows at the man who was thought of being invincible. Alcindor bore those wounds and scars with pride..and some other feelings that he tried to suppress.

His army was marching towards yours, him being stationed in the centre riding a horse. He scanned the area looking for you. Where were you?!. He immediately took guard thinking you were about to pull a sneak attack at him. His grip on the horse’s reins tightened as he looked around preparing for your lunge towards him. Though, you were nowhere to be found. The dead bodies of soldiers from both the sides crowded the battlefield as the day went on but you still weren’t present.

Alcindor captured a soldier from your army and forced him to reveal your location and the poor man had no choice but to obey. He led him to you. The general’s eyes widened at the sight. You were sprawled on the bed, your eyes half-lidded and your long hair covering half of your face from view. You were breathing heavily and panting every now and then. Sweat trickled down your forehead. You doubled over and clutched your stomach when a coughing fit took over. Alcindor felt a series of emotions when he saw you like this, all sick and vulnerable. Part of him wanted to look out for you, as outrageous as it sounds. He walked towards your bed while you stayed oblivious to his presence. He cleared his throat and said,

“We are not done yet, general. You can’t accept defeat now.”