[b]When her hand reaches the sword, she seems to be sucked into the past, and lands. She looks down, and notices that she has become a 12 year old boy, with blond hair and bright, blue eyes. She is in a courtyard, in the middle, there is a stone. Inside the stone is a sword.[/b]
[b]A different man walks up towards the sword in the stone, and cracks his knuckles. He pulls, with all his might, but to no avail. He sighs.[/b]
"Well, it was worth a try!"
"Almost there, John. One day."
[b]The man that just attempted to pull the sword out turns to look at Norarthur.[/b]
"What? And you think you can do better? Go ahead, give it a try!"
[b]The people watching laugh, but stay to watch nonetheless.[/b]
[b]Time speeds forward, and Norarthur is sitting at Arthur's desk, staring at Excalibur. Wondering what to do.
There is a knock at the door to his/her room, and a woman opens, most likely Arthur's mother.[/b]
"Artie? What are you doing?"
[b]Downstairs, a man with a black tuxedo, black glasses, and black hair awaits. He looks up at you, and smiles.[/b]
"Ah, you must be Arthur. I am Guldan." [b]He extends a hand.[/b]
[b]Guldan blocks easily....[/b]
[b]Time speeds forward, and Norathur is 17 years old, the day before Arthur's 18th birthday. He/she is speaking to Guldan.[/b]
"I've trained you well, these six years, Arthur."