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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
7/27/2016 1:44:48 PM
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[b]When her hand reaches the sword, she seems to be sucked into the past, and lands. She looks down, and notices that she has become a 12 year old boy, with blond hair and bright, blue eyes. She is in a courtyard, in the middle, there is a stone. Inside the stone is a sword.[/b]
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"Cool. Visions."
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[b]A man standing besides you turns his head.[/b] "What are you talking about? Visions? Kids these days!" [b]He sighs, exasperated.[/b]
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"Nothing." [i]i Should probably keep my mouth shut [/i]
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[b]A different man walks up towards the sword in the stone, and cracks his knuckles. He pulls, with all his might, but to no avail. He sighs.[/b] "Well, it was worth a try!" "Almost there, John. One day."
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"Ha. Not if I have anything to say about it."
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[b]The man that just attempted to pull the sword out turns to look at Norarthur.[/b] "What? And you think you can do better? Go ahead, give it a try!" [b]The people watching laugh, but stay to watch nonetheless.[/b]
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[b]Norarthur walks up to the stone and places both hands on the blade's hilt. She pulls [/b]
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[spoiler]Norathur? I named mine YuriArthur, lol[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Cyarthur here[/spoiler]
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Edited by Orn: 7/27/2016 3:14:10 PM[spoiler]Noice[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]LOL[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Inb4 Royal and Arthur fight over Yuria[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]No u[/spoiler]
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[b]The sword comes out easily. The onlookers are shocked into silence, before beginning to yell out.[/b] "King Arthur! King Arthur! King Arthur!"
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[b]Norarthur points the sword into the air [/b]
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[b]Time speeds forward, and Norarthur is sitting at Arthur's desk, staring at Excalibur. Wondering what to do. There is a knock at the door to his/her room, and a woman opens, most likely Arthur's mother.[/b] "Artie? What are you doing?"
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"Thinking."
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"Oh. Well, I hired a professional to train you in swordplay. He is downstairs, waiting."
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"Excellent." [b]Norarthur stands, Taking the sword. She leaves the room [/b]
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[b]Downstairs, a man with a black tuxedo, black glasses, and black hair awaits. He looks up at you, and smiles.[/b] "Ah, you must be Arthur. I am Guldan." [b]He extends a hand.[/b]
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[i]No way![/i] [b]Norarthur takes the man's hand [/b] "Pleasure.
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[b]He smiles.[/b] "Well, let us begin." [b]He leads Norathur to a courtyard, and draws a sword. He bows.[/b] "The trainee may have the first move."
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[b]Norarthur bows as well. She raises Excalibur and steps forward, slashing at Gul [/b]
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[b]Guldan blocks easily....[/b] [b]Time speeds forward, and Norathur is 17 years old, the day before Arthur's 18th birthday. He/she is speaking to Guldan.[/b] "I've trained you well, these six years, Arthur."
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"Indeed you have Master Guldan."
