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The green-skinned ruler was appalled on this incredible feat. His sister Aella shared the same feeling. However, she was eager to see the striking warrior escape the ferocious tribulation.

“Impossible!” Akhdar bellowed. “How could this be? No one has ever bested the moktar—NO ONE!”

“Oh, hush now, brother dear,” soothed Aella, taking his hand. “Don’t you fret. This man—this Sinbad has proven to be quite the cunning warrior. Would you like to see him fight again?”

Akhdar heaved an irritating sigh and managed to squeeze out a patronizing smile. “Well, sister, perhaps you’re right. This oddity might still prove promising.”

One person shouted, “Sinbad!” and then “Sinbad! Sinbad!” over and over again.

The chant was picked up, resounding throughout the audience, and people were clapping and shouting. The guards who had arrived upon the scene, weapons at the ready began to lower them, and joined in the cheers and ovations from all around the arena.

Sinbad remained right where he was for a few moments. Akhdar surveyed the damage his prized beast had sustained. He saw all the wounds and huge lacerations in its body, and the rivulets of dark crimson blood.

Azrak smiled with joy inside his cell. “I-I can’t believe it!” he exclaimed with glee.

“What? What happened?” the elderly Azurian beside him asked groggily

“Sinbad has slain the moktar!” Azrak replied in astonishment.

The old man heard the applause, the shouts, and as crazy as it seemed the name “Sinbad” being chanted over and over again.

He moved around a corner just in time to see Sinbad standing over the vanquished monster.

JOHN GARAVAGLIA

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