My heart raced when I heard the bells ring, signifying that someone made it out of the last game. Someone was victorious. 

I ran down the stairs, into the courtyard, past the garden and into the valley of lilies. 

Many members of the royal families were already there, waiting for who would emerge as the winner, and the most insane thing happened. 

There were two winners of the last game. 

Mist of Umbrathen and Desmond Burton. 

The crowd applauded and roared joyfully as ...