His eyes held a storm beneath them, his voice unwavering as he spoke. He emitted an air of confidence, his every step awoke everyone around him. Watching him, from my desk, made it clear that I was no match for him. But, I wasn’t going to allow him an easy victory.

His name was Lucas Kingsley, and he had been training every day for this moment. Born into this profession he was expected to be the best of the best. But, to be the best you have to win. But, it seems, me and Lucas share a common goal today. Winning that goddamn trophy.

Me and Lucas aren’t similar in any way but one, our desire to win. Growing up, I begged my…