Note: This is a fictional piece based on historical facts.
The sparkling sapphire sea was aggressively crashing beneath the golden sun. From the intimidating walls of Granada stood the last king of Al Andalus. He stood in the dazzling sunlight, his dark robes billowing in the Mediterranean winds. Resting on his belt was a golden blade, perched upon his head was an argent steel helmet. He looked down from the menacing walls and saw the hordes of Ferdinand & Isabelle assembled before the city. He could hear the armies of Aragon and Castile chanting the reconquista slogans. He turned back to his city and saw his men preparing for the on coming battle. He could see the magnificent masjids, the towering universities and in the centre of the ancient city the Al-Hambra. Home of his family for generations, he wouldn't let this city fall he promised himself.
'We shall cleanse this land of the invading heathens, for once and for all' cried Ferdinand king of España. His armies began their as