King Arthur HSA
You head to bed, attributing the noise to the drawbridge being raised. After all, it is night time and the castle should shut the gates. Lying awake and staring at the silk-curtained bedposts, you sigh at the disillusioned knights of the current time. As a great King, you’ve witnessed many moments, some great and others devastating, but the small event at the jousting grounds keeps plaguing your mind. There must be some way to fix the knights’ negative viewpoints. You drift off, thinking about all the grand quests that your best knight, Sir Lancelot, once journeyed.
The next morning you wake up, but the silk sheets, crown, and grand chamber are gone. You look around, half surprised to find yourself lying on a twin size bed, and a glowing computer staring at you in the face.
“Time to get to work.” You think to yourself, not remembering what you were just dreaming about. As you begin typing away at your rendition of the legend of King Arthur, you feel some vague connection to the character of King Arthur, but you can’t quite place it. Oh well, perhaps that is a contemplation for another time.
The next morning you wake up, but the silk sheets, crown, and grand chamber are gone. You look around, half surprised to find yourself lying on a twin size bed, and a glowing computer staring at you in the face.
“Time to get to work.” You think to yourself, not remembering what you were just dreaming about. As you begin typing away at your rendition of the legend of King Arthur, you feel some vague connection to the character of King Arthur, but you can’t quite place it. Oh well, perhaps that is a contemplation for another time.
