"Ehhhhh...close the window mom...I don't want to get up yet" Arthur complained as he felt a chill breeze hit him. When nothing happened, he groaned again "mooom...It's still dark. Please...let me sleep"

'A knight would be ready to get up at any hour' he knew she was going to say to tease him awake. He knew why she did it...but that didn't make it any less effective. However, to his surprise...nothing happened. That put him on alert. It was then that Arthur noticed a few things, or rather, he noticed a few missing things; like his blanket, his pillows, and his bed of all things. Now feeling worried, Arthur opened his eyes and found himself in a strange alleyway that didn't look like it anywhere close to his home 

"W..what?" This was not good; he had no idea where he was, how he got here, or even how to get home...and he was all alone. "Come on Arthur...be brave. A real Knight wouldn't be scared of something like this...oh who am I kidding, I'm not a Knight. I don't even have a Weap-" and that's when it appeared in his hand with a flash of light; it was a sword, but not just any sword, it was a sword almost as big as him. "Gah! Where did this come from!? And why can I life it!?" While it was indeed heavy, it was nowhere near as much as a sword that size should be. "This...this can't be real. Not if swords like this are just appearing out of nowhere" getting up to his feet, Arthur conditioned talking "yeah...that's right; this has got to be some kind of-GAH!" He was interrupted when, not used to the weight of the weapon, he stumbled and fell down. "That hurt..." realization dawned on him "...that hurt. You can't feel pain in a dream. That...that means that all of this...is real. I have no idea how to get back home"