There she rested ideally in the tree, the low branch supporting her weight as she waited. This was to be where it would happen and would be where she would be needed to save him. Yet, waiting could be boring especially for one who had been up half the night trying to make sure she found the right place to be today. Yawning she snuggled back against the trunk of the tree and allowed her heavy lids to close , just for a moment, then she would be ready.<br/><br/>â€œRAWR!â€<br/><br/>Marilyn sat bolt upright and nearly fell from the branch where she rested. Mind clouded with the affects of sleep it took her a moment to collect herself before she sprang into action. Which was in a literal sense as she jumped from the branch to land behind the young youth, who looked about ready to faint from the sight of the large grizzly that had rear up on its back legs to roar at him. Her hands on his shoulders paused him in his retreat, giving him a gentle squeeze she spoke softly to him.<br/><br/>â€œBelieve it or not you startled himâ€ her tone was comforting and confident as she stepped about the youth to face down the bear. There was a hush in the woods, as if the very trees themselves held their breath for the show down that was happening there in the woods. Even the leaves slowed in their decent to the ground as all the world seemed to be focused on the woman and the bear.<br/><br/>â€œQe still sia thurirl. Si jatil wux thric levnim...â€ her voice soft and in a whispered tone as she spoke in an ancient tongue. The bear roared again though there was less force behind it then the initial roar, it also appeared to be unsure as it danced a bit from paw to paw.  â€œPetranas gethrisj persvek martivir sia thurirl mobi ui thric rigluin ekess slathalin naeckâ€ she spoke again to the bear who took a moment to observe the pair before turning and trudging off into the woods. Time sped back up once again and the woman turned to face the young boy.<br/><br/>â€œWell that was a bit of an adventure huh?â€ her tone cheery and though the smile could not be seen from the shadow of her hood, it could certainly be heard in her voice. Going to him she knelt as she checked him over for any bumps, scrapes or other minor injuries â€œYou seem to be intactâ€ she said once her examination was done. â€œTake care Arthur with wondering in woods alone. You are far to important to perish in some backwoodsâ€ there was a sadness in her voice as stood back to her full height. â€œThe weight of our world will rest upon your shoulders one day. You must be strong and brave. Fear not though you will not be alone, when the time comes I will be there for youâ€<br/><br/>Five years later....<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Before he could say anything more, he was interrupted by a man sitting in the middle of the assembled nobility.<br/><br/>â€œJust because you pulled a sword doesnâ€™t mean you have the right to take the throne! Who were your parents, boy!?â€<br/><br/>Arthur grimaced and felt himself grow even paler. He didnâ€™t know who is parents were, and this was just what he had been afraid of.<br/>"I-" he began, the words sticking in his throat.</span><br/><br/>The double doors to the court were thrown open with a force that was beyond that of any normal man. There standing within the entrance was a cloaked figure holding a gnarled and twisted staff of ancient wood. Silence fell upon those within the court as the lone figure strode boldly to the steps leading up to the throne. Once there the figure knelt and bowed its head, â€œMy Kingâ€ the obvious female voice rang out loud, clear and true before she stood once again; lowering her hood in the process. â€œHey kidâ€ she said softly to him with a wink before she turned to face the nobles. Her eyes homing in on the man who had spoken before her entrance, â€œ Say again why you question your Kingâ€ her voice holding an edge of power and command to it.<br/><br/>Wetting his lips nervously the man stood and spoke once again, â€œPulling some antique from a rock does not make him my Kingâ€ voice growing in power as he spoke.<br/><br/>Marilyn smirked as she walked toward the man slowly, â€œWere you able to pull the sword from the stone?â€<br/><br/>â€œI...I...I never bothered trying!â€<br/><br/>â€œIs that because you knew that you would never be able to pull it free or was it because you did not think you were worthy to even touch the blade?â€<br/><br/>â€œThat is absurd! Every noble in the land was worthy to try....I just did not see the pointâ€ he scoffed at her trying to save face though it was obvious she was poking at something.<br/><br/>â€œRight....every noble. Which you are correct?â€ she asked now closer to him.<br/><br/>â€œOf course! My father was...â€<br/><br/>â€œYour father was a drunken pirate who stole and murdered his way into a title. You come from thieves and brigands who would sooner gut their own mothers before losing a bit of coinâ€ Marilyn cut him off with venom in her voice as she stopped right in the face of the out spoken man, â€œSo before you go about trying to check people's pedigrees, you best check out your own crooked family treeâ€ her tone low and threatening as she stared the man down back into his seat.<br/><br/>Spinning back about she strode back to the throne, â€œThis boy was chosen by powers higher then all of you could ever comprehend to take the throne! Following in the foot steps of his father! Uthar Pendragon!â€ the gasp in the room was audible as many stared at the young boy with a new appreciation, in a new light.<br/><br/>â€œHe put the sword there for his Heir to pull it free when the time came! Now in the darkest time of our country that has come to pass and you all have the nerve to question his Right to rule? His right to be on that throne?!â€ her hand gesturing angrily at the throne. â€œShame to all of you...noblesâ€ the word spt out in disgust. Silence filled the room following her words as they all just sat there and stared at Arthur in awe and shame for themselves.<br/><br/>When the silence seemed to have hung enough in the air Marilyn spoke once again, â€œPlease Our King continue with addressing the courtâ€