Your battle was so legendary, it wore you out. You laid down on the hill and took a nap. Big mistake. I thrust a knife through your heart.
I claim the hill.
I trip you while you're holding a mirror. Not wanting to harm us with your bad luck you move to a remote location in Himalayan Mountains for seven years.
I arm myself with all 300some of my 4-leaf clovers to ward off bad luck. I then throw 13 black cats on the hill, and you leave to avoid all the bad luck!
I claim the hill!!!