PART 2: THE BOY FROM THE MUD
The crowd immediately erupted into mocking laughter. From behind the luxurious fur cloaks of the nobility, a young boy stepped forward. He was a thin child, caked in mud, wearing nothing but tattered, torn rags. He looked no older than six, completely dwarfed by the towering warriors around him.
The nobles sneered behind their hands. The knights shook their heads in disdain at the sheer foolishness of a beggar child ruining a sacred ceremony.
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But Arthur did not care about the noise. He walked with calm, steady steps straight toward the stone. The golden light from the sword cast a glow upon his dirty face, revealing eyes that were deep and strangely resolute. Stopping before the blade that stood nearly as tall as he was, the boy reached out a small, scarred hand and grasped the glowing hilt.
Looking directly into the shimmering steel, he spoke every word with absolute clarity: “I am Arthur... and I will claim you.”
