the lady of the lake

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The lady of the lake waited patiently, hidden beneath the smooth surface.  The time for her to rise and bestow her gift upon the young king had not yet come.  She could since that he would be standing on her shores soon, though, and she stirred from her throne to get a better view.

The mortals had done well for themselves since the last time she had visited their realm.  Their towers and domiciles spiraled towards the heavens in homage to the nearby peaks.  They seemed to be thriving.  But, she knew that appearances were deceiving.  They struggled.  They were falling.  They needed a champion again.

She grasped the hilt with both hands and held the blade aloft.  It shone with a brilliance all its own, illuminating her surroundings despite the lack of light filtering down to her place of waiting and watching in the crushing depths.  It was hope that made it glow.  Hope for mortals, hope for the world, hope for a better future.

Above all else, above its keen blade, its perfect balance, its length and weight, it was its purpose as a symbol of hope that had stood throughout the ages and made the sword the perfect weapon for good.

He is coming.

She raced to the surface, disrupting the calm of the morning, Excalibur thrust before her.

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It’s Monday again, so that can only mean it is time for another Picture Writing Prompt courtesy of moi.  What do you see?  Write it, link it, post it.