So guys, I was working on another chapter for Endless possibilites. And as you have probably figured out. I'm a fan of Arthurian legends and Arthurian based media. So far my book collection isn't very vast with Arthurian themed stuff, all I have is The Once and Future King by T. and Le Morte D'Arthur by Sir Thomas Mallory. But I have seen Excalibur, King Arthur (2004) As well as the Merlin series, and as I was rewatching Excalibur, I was reminded of an Article I read in a magazine

Where they talked about how the return of King Arthur wasn't necessarily meant he was going to come back from the Isle Of Avalon ready to lead again, but rather that his spirit would be reborn when the Britons needed him the most. Basically think of great leaders during times of conflict during huge wars, and their courage and spirit being those of the legendary king.

So I took that concept and decided to put my own spin on it.

Also I have a new chapter for UlfHednar in the works, as well as a new chapter for EP, and maybe even Out of Place coming up.

Anyways, So I'm trying to incorporate as much from Arthurian legend as I can, but also adding in some references from Merlin.

So here we go.


"Oh man! Oh Jeez!" Jaune was freaking out as he realized what he had done.

Forging your way into beacon? That was crazy. Following a dream? That could be crazy. Stealing your ancestral family weapons that had no business being used in the modern day. That was crazy. HOWEVER, renting a hotel room, going out to have dinner, only to come back and find that your family weapons had been stolen. THAT WAS INSANE! There was like a 1 in 1000 chance of that happening to someone. And yet it had happened to him! This was not good! This was not good at all.

He left for Beacon tomorrow! He needed to get on the airship! But he couldn't go without his weapon! He needed replacement! But as he ran from weapons shop to weapons shop. All of them were either closed or were too expensive! He did not know what to do! He just needed to get away! He needed to get some fresh air! His hotel was right next to the large forest. So maybe if he ran in there to clear his mind, he could come up with a game plan to hopefully solve his problem. He tried filing a report with the police, but there was no way they would be able to find his sword in time.

"Oh man! What am I going to do?" Jaune asked as he was running out of ideas.

"That sword and shield was the only chance I had of getting into beacon. If I show up without a weapon, they'll think I'm some kind of idiot!" He scratched his head as he ran deeper and deeper into the woods.

While he knew some fighters chose to use weapons such as gauntlets, he had no such weapon. Not only that but most had a secondary feature that doubled as a gun, so even if he could find a gauntlet, he wouldn't have enough time to upgrade it to make it worth anything. What was he going to do?

He stopped in the middle of a forest as he bent over to catch his breath.

"Oh man, if I don't get a replacement weapon, what will I do?" He said as he walked back and forth.

"All I want to do is be a hero…all I want to do is be the guy everyone can count on, but if I can't even find a weapon, I can't protect anyone…" He said to himself as he knew he would be seen as a joke.

"I just don't get it, why does everything always go wrong for me?" Jaune tended to think about how nothing in his life went right.

First, his sisters constantly mocked him and would rather treat him as one of the 'girls' versus being a man. He loved them, but he would never tell them that he honestly hated their teasing and how they constantly told him to stop living in a dream world. Even when he would play with toy swords as a kid, his parents would often make him stop and do something so he could better relate to his sisters. He would often be forced to play with them with dolls and dresses, when all he could do was groan when he wanted to do what the other boys did, play with swords and go on adventures. They may have loved him, but they didn't let him be his own man. They made him adjust to their lifestyle. Which was understandable, he was a kid and they wanted him to socialize with his sisters. But even now, his parents didn't approve of the kinds of dreams he had.

He would often spoke about the tales his grandfather would tell him. And his family would often laugh and tell him that those were ridiculous stories. He shouldn't focus so much on tales of Knights and dragons, and instead should focus on the real world. He had to admit, that actually hurt. Telling a kid to basically not let their imagination go wild was crazy.

When he was seven, he saw all the other boys sign up to learn self defense. He begged his parents to sign him up. But his parents refused as they were afraid he would get hurt. Instead they put him in sewing classes. This did not help him with the boys his age. They would often taunt him and beat him up for being in such a class when they were learning to throw punches and kicks.

Even when he came home with bruises, his parents refused to let him take self defense classes. They didn't want him going down the path of someone who fights. They were happy with their peaceful existence. But Jaune knew from the beatings he got from bullies that there were more people like that picking on those who were weaker than them. And he couldn't stand to let that keep happening. One time he stood up against three bullies who were picking on a fuanus girl with rabbit ears. He lost badly and he got beat up. But the girl still thanked him for his help. Whereas his parents berated him for resorting to violence. Yet again, he did the right thing, but his parents treated it like it was a horrible thing.

As he got older and went to school. He would often spend more time with his grandfather who was a warrior in his own time. His parents didn't like the stories that he would tell Jaune, but Jaune loved them. They spoke to his spirit. He may have been easily scared, but he would often face those fears, and would use his inner fire to overcome anything that scared him. His Grandfather referred to him as a sleeping dragon. You had to really dig deep to reach him. But he was there.

When Jaune reached seventeen years of age. His Grandfather came to him with a proposition. He gave Jaune all the money he needed to go to Beacon, and helped him forge his transcripts. He told him that he had to have the will to train hard in order to follow his dreams, and that the path ahead was not going to be easy. His grandfather even helped him take Crocea Mors from the Arc family vault.

And now, here he was, with no weapon. The sword of his ancestors lost to him. He felt so worthless right now. And he had no idea what to do.

"I'm sorry Grandpa….I failed you already." He leaned up against a large stone as he beat his head back against it.

"What am I going to do? This was my only chance, my one chance, and now its gone…." He said as he closed his eyes.

"All I wanted to do is help people, I'm sick of seeing all the injustice in this world, I want to at least try and stop some of it, whats wrong with that? Is Fate just trying to make a joke of my life? Is my whole dream futile? What is the point of having a dream if you don't have the means to achieve it?" He asked himself as he was losing hope.

Everytime he tried to make a difference, he was told to ignore it, it wasn't his problem, or violence wasn't the answer, and he should appreciate the peaceful life he did have. He loved his family, but they had put his dreams down so many times, he couldn't sit back and just let them win this time. He had to prove them wrong. He had to prove that he could be a hero to someone. It didn't have to be the whole world, it didn't have to be a country, it didn't even have to be a city. If he could help just one person. Then the world would be better. That was what he wanted to do? What was wrong with that?

"There has to be something I can do." He said as he got up and brushed his jeans off.

"It's not like I'm going to magically find a sword out he-" He turned around to go back down the path he came when his eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

Right behind him was a sword, it appeared to be an arming sword. Simple but elegant. The blade was a bright silver steel almost as if it hadn't dulled despite being out here for who knows how long. The crossguard appeared to be gold, but he knew that couldn't be right, because it looked far more durable, the hilt appeared to be wrapped in leather, which again, despite the elements of the outside world, it still seemed brand new. The hilt had a gold disk at the end with something written on it, as well as a dragon image on it.

"No way…" He said as he couldn't believe there was a sword out here.

"How did…wait a minute…" As Jaune took a closer look at the sword, he noticed one crucial detail.

The sword was stuck in a stone. It was literally jammed inside a STONE!

"How is that possible?" He was so confused.

Did someone strike it with Aura?

"Wait a minute…..where am I?" He asked as he didn't recognize this area.

He looked on his map to find out where he was. And he suddenly realized what was going on. The area he was in used to be a lake. But due to the weather and long drougt, the water had dried up, and no one bothered to visit this area due to the fact there was no point. It had been pretty much abandoned for ten years, with no one bothering to visit. Hikers and campers often avoided it due to no clear cut hiking trails or campsites, and often people would get scared of tales of some sort of Ghost. The Tourists from before it dried up. liked to swim and fish, but what was the point if there was no lake. So plant life had overtaken it. But this sword, this stone…

"It shouldn't look this good…..this stone….it would have been in the center of the lake…." He noticed he was standing in the crater where the lake used to be.

It still didn't make sense as to how the sword got in the stone or why it was in the middle of a lake. And why it was in such good condition. And yet, why was Jaune complaining.

He could use it.

"Wait, no I can't! Its stuck in a stone!" He said as it looked like it was firmly set in there.

How could he possibly get it out of there.

"Reach out…" A voice said in the wind as he turned around.

"Who's there?!" He yelled as he couldn't believe he heard that.

"Take the sword….." Again he heard the voice.

"It's just my imagination…."

"Reach out…" The voice said again.

"I don't know who's there! But it's not funny!" He yelled as this was getting creepy.

The voice stopped. But the curiousity had set. Jaune looked back at the sword in the stone. He reached his hand he pulled away.

"You're crazy, there is no way you can get it out of there…" He said as he went to walk away.

But the voice, it told him to reach out and take the sword. But then again, it was probably just his overactive imagination playing tricks on him. After all, this was like something out of his grandfather's stories. This didn't happen in real life. The Sword in the stone? What kind of tale would that be? Besides, how was he supposed to pull it out.

"I mean, how am I supposed to pull it out." He chuckled and walked over to it.

"What just give it a pull like thi-" He put all of his strength into it knowing that it wouldn't budge and figured he would do it just to humor himself.

What he wasn't expecting was for the sword to come out as if he had been pulling it out of hot butter, causing him to fall back on his ass.

"OOF! Wha-" He looked at his hand to see the sword.

And to his shock. The sword was complete and it pristine condition. It was then he could see some writing on the hilt of the blade.

"E…..Excalibur…." He said as he read the name of the blade.

It was right by where the blade met the crossguard, it was small but noticeable. On top of that he looked down at the disk on the hilt and noticed that the dragon had some writing underneath it. He wiped the dirt away from it to see something.

"Pendragon…" He had no idea what it meant, but it felt familiar, he had no idea why. But it did.

"Well, uhm, this is conveniant." He said as he couldn't believe he found a sword here of all places.

"At last…" He turned to the sound of the voice.

And he saw a woman in white robes with a smile on her face.

"At last, his spirit has returned." He heard her say as he stood up.

"What are you talking about? Who has returned? And who are you?!" Jaune was a bit freaked out.

"When Albion's need is greatest, The Spirt of Arthur shall rise again." Jaune heard her say but it was faint.

"What? Rise again? Who? What are you talking about?"

"Farewell Arthur, may you journey lead to a better end than before…" The lady in robes lifted her arms and all of a sudden she was gone.

And Jaune felt Rain…he looked up to see the clouds forming, and rain was falling. But that wasn't right, this place hadn't seen rain for years! But now all of a sudden it was coming down.

"Oh crap! I got to get back! Don't want to get a cold." And so Jaune put Excalibur in his belt.

He had no idea what had happened. He had no idea of the new path he had taken. He had no idea about the strength in his blood. And most of all….

He had no idea what the Lady meant when she said that one phrase.

"The Spirit of Arthur will rise again…."