A Legend
Bubbles slowly float upon the surface, and a soft, white glow and mist begins to form. A glint is seen, and the sharpened tip of Excalibur slowly rises from the depths of the lake. A hand follows, gripping its great pommel, the white clad arm of a lady appearing. The light becomes blinding as the Lady of the Lake holds the magestic blade aloft, and all is oddly silent.
Then, the light dies down. A sleek blade gleams in the moonlight, bekconing the next true king to take hold of it. Some day...
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