Artura

📖Chapter 2📖

They felt it before they fully realized what had happened as a powerful wave of energy swept over the Knights of the round table. King Arthur's head lifted an alarmed look painting his features. He knew exactly what this feeling, this wave meant. He had felt this exact same power little over three years ago when he himself had been chosen by Excalibur.

Someone had removed the sword from the stone.

A knight clad completely in black stood up abruptly causing the wooden legs to screech on the stone floor. "Sire did you-" The silent question was posed more as a statement. The knight knew what his king had felt.

"Yes I do. Someone has removed the sword." He stated a solemn look on his face. He knew the blade would only choose someone worthy and it would never choose someone with evil intentions but that was just the thing. Why had the sword chosen another champion? Or had someone managed to trick the sword's magic?

He was supposed to be the only heir to the throne. Wasn't he?

"Sire, we must see what has caused this. Surely something must be wrong for the sword to choose another champion this early." The statement had come from Merlin. His best friend and most loyal servant. Merlin had served him for years and had not changed one bit thanks to the magic that kept him young for as long as he wished.

The king nodded the heavy golden crown atop his head suddenly a hundred times heavier. "Then let us move out. I just pray we get there in time." They wasted no time mounting their horses and taking off into the forrest by the prompt of their king.

They rode fast and hard towards the grounds where the sword was held. A large stone wall surrounded the area, cloaked with magic to keep evil forces from entering the sword's protective circle. It was the handiwork of Merlin, an extra precaution to protect the sword from those evil enough to try and destroy it.

As they neared the stone walls they came upon a strange looking woman standing in the middle of the stone slab within the walls. She raised the strange weapon she carried as they surrounded her on either side. It looked to be some sort of blade.

Her clothing was made from a strange pink and black leather which they could not identify and it was impossibly tight fitting except for the jacket that hung loose around her shoulders. She was definitely not of this land or any other that they knew of.

"What the hell is going on!?" She yelled a demanding tone curling in her voice. Her strange weapon still raised for protection from her unknown pursuers.

That is the moment King Arthur noticed that she was holding excalibur in her hands. It just looked different, like no blade they had seen before and she held it with both hands instead of one. A strange leather wrapped around the handle in a diamond shape.

What a strange situation they were in.

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Artura POV

"What the hell is going on!?" I demanded my voice not trembling with great effort on my part to keep my teeth from chattering as I faced a dozen armed men with drawn swords in their hands. Not how I thought this situation would turn out.

A blonde guy with a red cloak growled from atop his black steed. "You are trespassing on my land therefore I demand to know who are you and how you released the sword from the stone?" A crown sat atop his head (how it had not fallen off of his head while riding I did not know) this was like something out of those medieval movies I always watched. He even spoke old-timey or maybe it was just an English accent.

I shook my head trying to make sense of this guy and his choice in fashion. Was this some sort of reanactment?

"Yo dude, I asked you first. Therefore you need to answer my question first. Where the hell am I?" I snapped back with venom in my voice. I didn't like when people didn't answer me and I wasn't about to take smack from some...cosplayer.