On Easter Sunday for nearly 18 years, a tournament is held in the Grotto of the Fallen King. Every year, the best knights in the land are invited to fight for glory, honor, fame, and most importantly, a chance to pull the legendary sword Excalibur from the stone. The sword was put their by Uther Pendragon, the last king of Britain. In his dying moments, he used the last of his great strength to shove the legendary blade of kings into the stone. Since then, knights have tried to pull the sword from the stone, but all have failed.
Every year since he was 9, Arthur, son of Ector, had gone to the tournament, but always as a squire. Now 17, his father has kept him a squire. While this year, his brother Kay finally joins the tourney as a knight. Kay and Arthur are the same age, but the reasons that Ector has for keeping Arthur a squire are unbeknownest to him. Whatever the reason, Arthur once again had to sit and watch and help his brother, while all the other boys his jousted and beat the snot out of eachother.
The day of the tournament was fairly uneventful. Well as uneventful as a day full of fun can be when all your doing is spectating. Arthur helped his brother, maintained his kit, and took care of Kay's aging but sturdy horse. All of that, along with taking lip from every other young knight in the camp. He'd be offended, if he wasn't so used to the abuse. Things only got worse that evening, when all of the knights drank and were merry around the camp fires, with maiden's on their arms. Of all of the big loud morons, the biggest and the loudest was Mordred Le Fay. A knight both feared and loved, they say he was King Uther's son, but took on his mother's family name. He was the clear favorite to win this year, to the point where some people already calling him King Mordred. While they feasted, Arthur laid in his makeshift bed with his flea-bitten blanket, trying to tune it all out. Eventually, most of the camp was sleeping and Arthur almost managed to do the same when someone kicked his feet.
"Wake up, brother." It was Kay. "I need a witness." Oh this ought to be good. thought Arthur. "What is it? Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Arthur replied, sitting up. Kay kicked his boots again. "Come on. We're going to the stone. Try not to wake Sir Fredrick or Father."