Chapter 6: Worthy
He watched time fly by. Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months. Time moved forward—and so did he.
He didn’t know how to get out of this place, so he accepted it. Part of him wanted this. He was not alone those years.
He lived the life that belonged to someone else.
He trained with the best. He mastered every kind of swordsmanship. He traveled the world, learning.
Then came the years of ruling. He led armies. He held court. He stood in the middle of cheering crowds. He gave orders. He gave hope.
And every day, the real Excalibur never left his side—as he fought with a replica Excalibur to keep people believing in him.
No matter what he accomplished, no matter how many battles he won, the real Excalibur never accepted him.
Still stayed sealed.
Still stayed quiet.
As if it was still waiting for the real Arthur.
He lived like a king. Acted like a king. But to it, he was a fake.