[ WP ] In the second coming of King Arthur , the sword in the stone has returned and thousands line up to take a turn . You step up to the stone , give a tug ... and the blade breaks .

It's finally here. A chance to show the world what I am truly capable of, the one who had done it all those years ago. I still remember it like it was yesterday, the day I drew the sword out of stone and the moment it changed my life forever. Though such clear memories of my glorious days remain, I barely remember my final moments, only barely remembering the face of Mordred, that smug face of his went I fell in battle. 
 
 I do not know why I have been reborn again in this current time, there seem to be no need of a hero in times of such peace, or maybe it is a foreshadowing of what that has yet to come. I wait in line like the rest, each having mixed reactions of hope and doubt when someone fails to pull the sword out. Little do they know they are about to witness history repeat itself, along with the chance to see the gleam of the holy sword Excalibur with their own eyes. 
 
 Soon it is my turn, the person behind me jeers at me to hurry up. I pay him no heed as I know fully that his turn will not come, as I am the one and only King Arthur, chosen by the heavens to lead once again with my second life! The moment i place my hand around the hilt of the sword a strong sense of familiarity strikes out to me, the hilt may have gathered some rust over the years, but that familiar hue of gold and that small nick at the base of the pommel when I accidentally dropped the sword when I was drunk on victory after my first battle. Its all coming back to me now, I can feel the sword calling out to me. 
 
 I grip the sword with both my hands now and begin pulling out the sword. It barely required any effort on my part, just like how I remembered it. A smile starts to form on the corner of my lips. At last, my time has come again! Just as the sword is leaving the rock, it catches on something. People around me have already started to notice that I have managed to move the sword, a feat no one has done so far. Cheers start to echo around me. I give it one last pull with all my might, and I hear the sound of the blade leave the rock. The cheers stop abruptly, causing me to panic. I look down at Excalibur. Or what's left of Excalibur. 
 
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