The Excalibur

As the castle stood beautifully quiet on the land of Camelot, the Excalibur treasured and locked in a preserved room; the young and handsome king smiled softly and yet proudly. “Arthur!” a little cry of a small boy shrilled through those stoned walls of the castle, the king scooped the boy in his arms and gently, he kissed its cheek and landed the boy on his feet and with the king’s eyes glowing with triumph as he stared after the boy, running away from him rapidly.
Just as rapid as the king’s life, King Arthur had outgrown his faithfulness of a small boy discovering the Excalibur in the rock. He grew into a perfect gentleman whose knew the immortal of love, trust, and loyalty. Seemingly he was born with the warmness of goodness and full with dreams in the night sky filled with stars, his desires to reach the stars and achieve all the fantasies he had since childhood. Growing up as an orphan, Arthur was fulfilled with love and he has an utter huge amount of respect. So s...