King Arthur HSA

As if in a simulated video game, you drop out of the sky onto the green meadows overlooking a small stream. The water flows gently downstream, brushing some small rocks and pebbles along the way. A cool breeze blows past a field of wheat in the distance, where a small brown hawk takes flight. It's spring, the prime time for jousting contests. You have a sudden urge to pick up a sword, but you don't know why. Perhaps discovering who you are would explain the sudden urge. You head over to the stream, and look at your reflection. Who are you?