“Get me my sword!” Kay yelled.
His voice turned high pitched and he looked at his father with puppy dog eyes.
His father then looked at Arthur and commanded him to get Kyle a sword.
Kay was a spoiled boy, maybe 19 years old or so. He wasn’t very nice to Arthur, he was always yelling and commanding him to do stuff.
His father didn’t care, and let Kay do what he wanted to.
And now, he had forgotten his sword. They were at a tournament, and the person who won, would become the new king of England.
At first, they tried to find the king by making men pull the old kings sword out of a huge stone.
Everyone who tried failed.
“Why do I have to get it?”
“Kay forgot it, he can find it himself!” Arthur yelled.
“Of course I can’t! I’m the knight!” Kay yelled back.
“Boys, Stop it!”
“Arthur, you are going to get Kay’s sword, even if you want or not.” Victor yelled, Victor was Kay’s father and Arthur’s stepfather.
Arthur started walking, it was a 20 minutes’ walk home.
If he wasn’t back in time he knew he was going to get beaten up.
Arthur was finally back in their little house, he started looking for Kay’s sword. Kay was always so messy, and he wasn’t that good taking care of his things.
Arthur couldn’t find Kay’s sword anywhere, he looked and looked, no sword found.
Eventually, he gave up.
He started asking other people, if he could borrow a sword from them, but they all needed their own swords because of the tournament.
Suddenly, he saw a stone, it was a huge stone with a sword in it.
Maybe Kay could use that sword! Arthur smiled for himself.
He climbed up on the slippery stone and started pulling the sword out of the stone, but it just wouldn’t move.
He tried and tried, so much he fell down from the huge stone and landed on top of a girl.
The girl looked frightened until she saw that it was only a little boy, who landed on top of her.
Arthur quickly climbed of her and apologized for himself.
He was a polite boy, and polite boys doesn’t just harm others and ignore it afterwards.
“It’s really okay” The girl said and smiled.
“I’m Alice!” She continued with a huge smile.
“Hi, I’m Arthur” Arthur smiled back at the girl.
She was about Arthur’s age, he was 15.
“I saw you were having trouble with pulling out that sword” She said and smiled some more.
Arthur laughed and replied with a yes.
She laughed some more to, Arthur thought she was nice, for a girl.
Her hair was long and black, and her eyes was in a really light color of blue.
She was pretty.
“Let me try” She said.
“Let me try to pull out the sword” She said again
“But you, you-y, you’re a girl!” Arthur said, as it was a bad thing.
“Is that a fear reason to not let me try?” She yelled, angry.
“Of course not! Go on, try then”
She climbed on top of the rock and pulled out the sword easily like the stone was made out of butter.
“How did you do that?” “And why are you here?” Arthur asked.
“I’m here because my mom didn’t let me come to the tournament, and I don’t know how I did that.” She replied.
“Here is your sword…” She said, just to break Arthur’s silence.
“It’s yours, it’s not my right to take.” Arthur said.
He had read the inscription in the stone, and this was written: “The person who pull the sword out of the stone is the new king of England.”
There it was, written in stone.
“We have to take this sword to my step dad, Victor, he’ll tell us what to do” Arthur said, serious.
Alice didn’t say a word, she just followed Arthur.
“Arthur, you’re late!”
“Victor, look at this sword.” Arthur said calmly.
“This girl, Alice, pulled it out of the stone.” Arthur continued.
“She did…What?” Victor asked
“You heard what I said.” Arthur replied
“A girl? A female pulled the sword out of a stone?” Victor was terrified.
And then he just walked away.
He started talking with other, discussing what they should do about what they called “This tragic case”.