It was a normal average day for the people of Camelot. Many men working and plowing their fields in the heat of the day as their wives sowed clothes for themselves and to sell to others. Kids from afar are heard playing ring around the rosie as older kids are finishing their school day dragging their feet while coming back home. But this wasn't just a normal day in Camelot. Little did Camelot know this day was the start of its journey to find its destined king.
As the kids were coming back home from their schooling a black hooded man came pass them carrying a black heavy sack with much frustration and difficulty. One of the taller kids asked the hooded man if he could help with the heavy sack but the man muttered something and still kept walking past the tall kid. After a while the hooded man made his way to the town square that was in front of the castle gates with the large circle fountain in the middle of the whole square. The atmosphere was care-free as the people carried on their day as the man carried his heavy sack to the middle of the towns square. Some children looked on to the hooded man as he carried the sack with difficulty to the nearest stone that was a little far off from in the fountain. he sat down on the white bricked floor and took a breath. Wiping his unseen face of sweat. He then looked at his sack. The children stopped playing as their curiosity took over as they stared at the sack as well. He grabs the sack and stands and starts pulling something from within the sack. He pulled out a sword that looked like a normal sword. It had an odd language enscribed on the sword that seemed to be a an old language from long ago. The sword shines like no other sword and glows like it's alive. The scene catches the attention of the people as the man holds the sword from the handle pointing down. The children especially looks on in wonder as the man turns toward the stone. The odd scene looks perplexing to the crowd as people wonder about the sword. The camelot knights put a hand on their swords not knowing what to expect from this predicament. The hooded man holds it for a moment as if he's whispering secrets to the sword . The knights slowly coming toward him in case the situation escalates. The wind starts blowing as his whisperings start getting louder. the guards keep moving closer until finally the wind starts being unbearable to get near the man. The wind blows over the mans hood showing his face.
"It's Merlin!" A knight says in the distance. Drawing more of the crowd in. Merlins blue eyes focusing upon the sword as his long white beard flowing with the wind every which way still enchanting a long spell upon it. In an instant he pushes down the sword in the stone as lightning striking the hilt of the sword making the sword glow bright. The flash blinds everyone for a moment. After a few seconds of blindness the people start to see the end result of the spell. As people slowly come to they look back toward Merlin who is still standing. The Area looks as it was before untouched but with the added difference of the sword being in a stone up to the very hilt. Merlin looked pleased at what was done shifted his attention to the people with a cane that somehow appears behind him.
"People of Camelot! " Merlin grabs their attention s's if the lightning wasn't enough. "This sword will never separate from this hard stone..." There was a pause. The people not knowing what he meant started to talk amongst themselves.
"Um.. Why?!" One of towns people yelled. Merlin noticed with that comment that none of the townespeople knew the meaning of this act.
"Because it is waiting for the rightful person that is worthy of being King of Camelot. Only the noblest of you will be able to lift this stone and become the rightful king of this faithful nation. Until then this sword will never leave its hard rock home." The people gasp. Townespeople have the chance to become royalty? Merlin looks on to the people seeing what kind of reaction will the people have. He could see that the people was trying to register what he said until a little boy runs straight for the sword and musters all his might to pull the sword out of the stone.
The sword slides up gently for the lad. The people gasp! It looks as if he would pull it all the way out until the tip of the sword almost shows itself quickly slides down with force. The boy falls on the floor, pats his clothes off from dust, and goes for more. The second time the sword doesn't budge at all. He keeps trying until he turns red. huffing and puffing as if he was trying to move a mountain. The boy then being saddened gives up and slowly walks away to his Father. His Father seeing this comforts his son and thinks if he almost took it out I should be able to take it out all the way. He spits on his hands and tries to lift the sword by the hilt. He raises it half way but the sword then falls In with force. A chuckle comes from the crowd. Frustrated he tries again. It does the exact same thing.
"only a person with noble heart can unsheath this sword from off that stone. " Merlin says again justifiably.
He tries it one more time and it does the same only coming down with more force than the last making a clank noise when the hilt his the stone. The father falling back from the force gets laughed at from the crowd. The father mutters that they're only laughing because they haven't tried the sword.
"The sword is picky one!!" a woman screams out. Merlin smirks at the crowd.
"Merlin what kind of magic you put upon this?"says the father while getting up. "Is this only to make a fool out of us? Since we are not of royal blood this sword is to make fun of our heritage?!" The father of the boy said.
Merlin looks at the man with a burrowed eyebrow. " Have you already forgotten what I said as well as the fact that I was one of you?"this catches the father off guard "Raised from these very streets and think that I only make spells to make fun of our pathetic situation? A righteous king I want for you and a righteous king you'll have. This sword raises because it senses the righteous ability in you to be king but it also falls as if saying not yet or there is something that still needs to be perfected upon in your character." The man looks at Merlin with his eyes leering as he walks away. Muttering off while his son follows him faithfully. Merlin only shakes his head thinking pride is his flaw.
As the day wears on many men & women try their might at the sword. Some were very close. Then others weren't even close to begin with. Only to be admired by two women that looked Beautiful for any man to see.