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Mia de Silvarois blinked as her gaze went to the sky and the last rain drop fell from the sky right onto her cheek. She breathed in deeply, inhaling the freshness that only came after a fresh rain, that glorious petrichor. Her gaze went ever higher to that first star in the sky, shining ever bright. She remained on that sky for a few moments sighing ever deeply. Her father had always said that her mother was up their resting with the stars in the night sky, ever watching. . . perhaps he was as well? Her gaze lowered, turning to the side, to the bright eyed and cheery woman traveling next to her, practically skipping. She sighed once more looking at the road ahead. It was a passing thought that brought her hand up to lower her hood freeing the long golden hair into the world once more.

 

As she walked and the sky began to fill with stars, a gleamer caught the corner of her eyes, a flash of light like the sun bouncing off a flake of snow she had seen so many times. Her arms were locked into the arms of the woman next to her, holding her tight to her side so that she could protect her from the dangers they might find on that road. It was a brief tug before they came loose and Charlotte skipped over to a mound of stone. Hellfire could be flying past her head and the world breaking apart into the abyss but that girl would bend over to pick a flower. . .

 

She had seen people try to pull the sword from the stone before, all failed. One of her Gendarme, men adept at physical tasks and the like had tried the day before to no avail. She almost let out a sigh as Charlotte raced to attempt to pull the sword free as she had done the day before. Mia had never bothered. Charlotte gave it a mighty pull and the sword did not budge. What was with that sword? It certainly wasn't strength, she had seen Orcs try and fail. She smiled at Charlotte, beginning to walk forward, unamused. She might as well give it a try, Charlotte would probably beg her to. She stepped up to the sword cracking her neck and grasped it.

 

She let out a large sigh her mind wandering elsewhere and pulled. She braced for the feeling that would come when she strained at the unmoving blade, but the feeling did not come. The sword came free effortlessly without the slightest sound. The moon caught the blade and it seemed to glow as she could almost swear she saw her father in it. She fell backwards her body slamming into the mud knocking the wind from her and she looks up at that blade with wide eyes.

 

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~Who on earth could put that sword from that stone
Many had tried but all failed in their quest
But one man did when he was all alone
When all other knights had tried their very best.

And Excalibur entered history
In the hand of Arthur with all his knights
In times of tales, fables and mystery
When men were jousting days and feasting nights.

But Arthur in battle to him forsake
And he did die a hero’s death indeed
And Excalibur thrown into the lake
To wait until England was once more in need

Arthur and his knights are resting at peace
Excalibur’s resting too will never cease.~

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Charlotte giggles as Mia stares into the sword, "So does this mean you're the Queen of Anthos now?"

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((A better question is what Mia is going to do with a such a sword.))

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A small halfling peers out of a mouse hole....

"Give it to the halflin's so that we can dominate the world."

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