cakesaretheenemy | The Sword in the Stone

[ John had been in a series of adventures today. ]

[ He woke up this morning in the same old room at the school, though decorated by pumpkins and fairies that had no business being there. On the way to class, seamstresses told him that his pajamas were rather drab and made him an outfit, almost RPGesque, in no time flat. When noon hit, he realized it was his "birthday" and he had forgotten in favor of his adventures. ]

[ He opted to buy something for himself in the town plaza but there was a commotion of some sort. John didn't care; it was probably something weird anyway. He hoped to bypass them when a gruff, but young, knight mistook him for his squire. He told him he would give him a shilling if he fetched his sword at the inn. ]

[ John obeyed, irritated, but saw no reason to disobey the knight. The inn was closed, however; something was telling him it would be a bad idea to break and enter, so he didn't. ]

> John: Go to the church.

[ He went inside the church. ]

[ For how grand it looked outside, it wasn't much. Just some chairs, a few windows -- cute, quaint and holy. The queerest thing, though, was that the altar wasn't much of an altar. It was cleared in favor of a sword in a stone. ]

> John: Free it from the stone.

[ Well, he needed a sword. It was shiny enough to get him two shillings, and this universe wasn't crazy enough for it to be Excalibur. ]

[ It won't budge. So much for that. Animals surround, urging you to keep on trying and providing indispensable tips. ]

[ --until it finally slipped out. ]

[ People cheer. ]

[ ...that was Excalibur, wasn't it. ]