The Dictator, by Zayd Nuro Mohammed

Two seasons ago, Dictator Mbappe of the Parisians, built his own miniature version of the Eiffel tower with the European golden boot on top of a large fountain with golden water. Every fortnight, light flashed on both versions of the towers. Gradually, the lights stopped flickering and the city turned dark. In the distance, he sees a dark figure with a black hoodie on.

Surprisingly, Dictator Mbappe abandoned the mini tower. It stood desolated until Doue arrived at Paris, proclaiming he could slay the hydra dragon. So the Parisians returned to Paris to feast. The room erupted from vibrant singing and laughter that left the very rafters ringing. Exhausted from the afternoon party, eventually they fell asleep on the floor. 

Progressively, the gloom began to bleed from the edge. The remaining light withdrew into the shadows, expiring into nothingness. A creeping obsidian shadow gloomed across the floorboard Dembele snatched his soul and dragged it across the path through the titanium vault, he seized the sleeping soldier. Dembele raised him to his jaw and crushed his bones. Then he reached for Doue cloaking in the dark .

Doue seized Dembele's calf who bellowed in agony. Walking, the Parisians rushed to shank the hydra Olise with their pocket daggers to slice…