[ 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 .

I spring down the stone alley, my leather shoes slapping against the pavement. I rushed past wooden houses with straw roofs, Hearing adults angrily shout at me. I ignore it, and Finally catch up to the line. I was first!? Woo-hoo! I sit down in a bush, waiting for the guards to announce it's official beginning. I came.. Let's just say.. Illegally. Everybody was meant to even PREPARE to come at 6:50 in the morning. I came at 6:20. Time skip, And I see a wave of people coming towards the small clearing surrounded by trees. Some running, Some walking, Some jogging. I leap from the bush, and the other people groan and complain. I grin ear to ear and wait, tapping my toes impatiently. Finally, the.. plumper.. Guard says in his thick brittish accent:''Alright, everybody! Quiet down, Quiet down.'' He said, and my pupils dilate as he chopped the high quality ribbon. I run forward into the clearing, Nearly tripping over myself. I inhale deeply, wresting my hands around the soft, but durable, Handle of the sword. I made sure every inch of my hands held the handle, Even the middle where my palm sunk in. I inhaled, my muscles ready. I grunt with effort as I tug upwards. Nothing happened. I heard a few waiting people groan in disappointment. I grit my teeth angrily, I'll show them! I put my feet against the rock, holding myself up. Suddenly, I shove my feet deeper onto the rock, and pull my curved spine straight. I shriek as a spine-chilling SNAP flows through the area, and I collapse to the ground with a loud thud. I look up, In a daze of shock, And see the guards, and the waiting people, Outraged and suprised to the point of no end. I look up, blinking a few times to clear my gaze, and-.... Oh dear lord have mercy on my soul. I SNAPPED THE SWORD! Shiny metal lay on the grass beside me, the handle resting beside my cheek. I squeak in terror as the guards begin to step forward. I pick up my bag and book it. I shoved a bush out of my way and jumped over a small muddy puddle. I could hear angry shouts and now, A few raging dog's barks and growls. I leap, and shut my eyes. I did n't feel ground under my feet.. I dare to open my eyes and look down, I was plunging straight down a cliff. I heard a dog bark at the edge of the cliff, and snort unhappily. I scream, my stupid teenager voice cracking in pure horror. Wait, I see water! I hit the water with a loud, SLAP! Belly flop! OUCH! I huddle up close as the warm water soothes me. I swim upwards and gasp for air. I heard a muffled voice, Supposedly from the top of the cliff. `` Did the little mate live?'' Then a quiet silence. `` Of course not, ya Idiot!'' I wait until I hear echoing but faint footsteps. I rush through the water, Spitting and gurgling. I reached the riverbank, And sighed in relief. I'm alive!
