Creative Writing: A Knight's Tale

He came like a child to the mass, and left like a baby. The boy was the only person that did not attempt to pull the sword from the stone. “Come on son try it,” his father pleaded. Yet still he would not move. Our strongest people tried first, then our weakest tried. Neither group was successful. So it stood there gleaming like a star, untouched by nature and untouched by man. Our governors met quickly to decided on the fate of the sword, ¨We shall hold a tournament, the winner of this tournament shall be granted the sword and be its paramount protector the sword,¨ The governor's exclaimed.
So it was that anyone and everyone that was able entered knowing with the mindset that even if they can't remove it, its theirs. As the tournament continued men started to progress and defeat better and better knights. The young boy was the younger brother of one such knight, this was the man I was to fight. I didn't expect to beat him till I noticed he had no sword so I thought “easy win he may as well just leave.” Yet moments before it started his brother presented a kingly blade with a silver pummel with a golden star within it, and an ornate silver hilt, it looks more like a ceremonial sword than any real blade. Yet that was before the blade struck my horse. A huge gash ran down his side, I didn't understand. What had I done to upset the
I don't know, my brother appeared with it, but he wouldn't tell me how he got it.¨ The knight said. At once the knights father came to him and exclaimed, ¨Son Come Fast, Arthur has to show us something¨ so off they went with me following behind in the shadows. Soon they arrived at the stone and I saw something I would never forget. There was the boy whom was Arthur and there he pulled the sword up from its resting place. At once both the father and the knight bowed down for unbeknownst to me it had said on the stone ¨He who relieves the stone of this blade is the king of england and all its