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Watching this bottomless keg devour all of his emergency food reserves, he couldn't contain the headache he felt and all the trouble he had earned.

Her father would definitely punish her until the end of time, he had given her the perfect excuse to restrict her arcane studies. During the time that she had been tutored in the arcane arts, her father was not enthusiastic about how blessed she had been.

She did not understand her reasons, she did not understand much of what others thought… .. she loved her parents and Kul Tiras but with each passing day she knew that the differences between the rest of the people and her grew bigger.

Her teacher would soon return to Dalaran and the tales of humanity's greatest magical city-state made her heart beat faster.

A city ruled by wizards, filled with great towers reaching for the skies, thousands of libraries of magical knowledge dating from before humans learned magic, courtesy of the High Elves, THOUSANDS of wizards studying magic that she could not even imagine.

He knew he belonged there, that is why he had begged his parents to let him study in such a beautiful city but his prayers had been useless, he feared that with the departure of his teacher the final opportunity for freedom would slip through his fingers.

That was why he had agreed to attend this stupid journey, not just to play along with a stupid tradition the Sabiomar revered.

BLABLABLA commemorates our exodus from Gilneas BLABLABLA we are too cool for you BLABLABLA we send BLABLABLA

The old men exasperated her more than the stupid brat who wouldn't stop eating his precious sweets 'AH those were my elven sweets were a gift for mother (and for me)'

Holding back the urge to curse the brat who would soon end all his precious gifts (bribes). He wondered if his old plan would still be feasible

'Father would not let me go to Dalaran in a million years, it took me a lot to convince him to leave his governess and the guards, with the excuse that all the sailors were loyal but it was not for my show of force in bombarding the garden , Father would not have even let me get on the boat '

'Mother helped a lot to let me travel, no matter how many complaints she gave to the Sabiomar. I hoped that Father seeing how strong and great I am would let me go to Dalaran, but he only kept me locked in the cabin when some danger came and in the ports we visited he had half the crew acting as my guards'

'And now when we are about to return home, I meet this strange intruder. I can not believe that he left a mark with his bare hands in the specially reinforced meditation room of the guy, not only did he go through the protections but he left a mark in the wood of the most powerful ship of humanity, the wood that made it up could resist impact of dwarf cannons without a scratch and even the storms conjured by the nagas did nothing but heat the wood '

'The reinforcement I use is beyond all magic I've read… .or he did it with pure muscle, HA as if an idiot was going to be so strong'

Sighing inwardly, he stopped thinking about the mysteries of ... Arturo, that was his name at least he would remember.

She hoped her father wouldn't decide to start looking for her, she had been ordered to stay in her cabin, she supposed that some problem was happening on deck but her only concern was when they would get rid of the annoyance.

He had little time to think of a good excuse for why he hadn't reported the stowaway on the ship.

*SIGH*

'I should just walk away and try to avoid the problem, his mana problem is solved so I will not feel bad in case he explodes and father would not kill a child no matter how annoying it is'

Watching his last supplies disappear into that glutton's mouth ...

'Yup let him handle himself' In a somewhat scathing tone he said:

"Hey at least tell me how you even got on the boat, or better yet, how is it that you are still alive after living with a tremendous disability. What you just ate in minutes is equivalent to a few dozen gold coins along with the help to prevent you from dirtying the ship with your blood, you owe me some answers "

Finishing swallowing, I stare at her and tell her how I got on the boat:

".... Then the old bastard left me to my own devices, I think he went to prepare the wake for the old man who saved my life, as far as I am concerned, this mana problem is the first time I suffer from something like this in my life and again gra ----- "he stopped abruptly when he saw that the eyes of his benefactress began to fill with tears

* sniff * the guy * sniff * died, how could this happen BUAAAA

"Wait, please don't cry, please don't cry -" nervous Arturo couldn't do more than look at how this girl who had done so much for him broke down to cry

"Please I beg you, don't be sad- -----"

'Gods what I did, that old man was someone very precious to her, what is she supposed to do now' it hurt her heart to see a girl burst into tears for something she knew was entirely her fault.

'That old man did not have to die, he tried to help me, a total stranger and I really pay the consequences that he is supposed to do'

Nervous and guilt-ridden, a voice within him gave him the answer to what to do.

'Taking responsibility' that was the right thing to do

Steeling herself, she approached the girl who had begun to cry at the top of her lungs and each scream pierced her heart, filling her with guilt and uselessness, reaffirming her decision, she put her hands on the little girl's shoulders.

'Gods seeing her like that, tears really don't go well on her pretty face'

The girl's face was stained with tears but that did not make her less beautiful, with deep blue eyes like the ocean although reddened by tears did not diminish how beautiful they were, the feeling of vulnerability that gave that look full of sorrow caused her continuous pain in the chest that mitigating to force the prayer that would change the destiny of all the inhabitants in this world

"Forgive me, it's all my fault I'll do whatever you want to make it up to you so I promise you that from this day on, I will dedicate my life to making you happy"

Such a childish promise, driven by guilt of the moment and an excruciating weakness in the face of other people's tears.

No one who listened to it would take it seriously, it was just a boy's clumsy attempt to calm a girl who had just lost someone important to her. The boy was certainly too unaware to understand the weight his promises now carried in taking the name ARTHUR PENDRAGON.

Names defined one's destiny, by accepting the name I not only accepted an identity that was beginning to take shape but also part of the destiny that it carried.

Each destiny had its own weight, the names given at birth gave a destiny, perhaps a simple or heavy one, but they still defined the future paths that it would take.

When he came to this world, losing his previous name, the karmic ties that he had with his old world had already disappeared, when he took the name of Arthur Pendragon, new ties began to intertwine him, Caliburn being an example of the ties that carried the name.

The fate of the name of the King of Knights was not an easy one, this is something that he would learn in the future and he would smile bitterly as that clumsy attempt at consolation would shape so many events.