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His head was spinning. His side ached, as did his chest. A clank nearby told him his sword had managed to make it to... well... wherever he was at the moment. He couldn't tell, really. He hadn't bothered to open his eyes yet.
Arthur sat up, blinking. His head spun more violently, so he decided that had been a mistake, though laying down again would make him look more the fool. He pressed his palm to his forehead as if that were enough to drive off the headache before it started. Glancing around, he saw no one, so he decided he could simply sit there a moment longer and regain his composure before attempting to stand.
This place was nothing like what he last remembered. He had been in a field with his men; now he sat upon a blanket of moss with the sounds of a strange forest to his back and the noises of a town to his front. He had no recollection of coming here and was baffled by his own sudden appearance in this place. Well, he seemed wholly there, even down to the dents in his armor. Quite peculiar indeed.
Footsteps sounded on the stone path that led to where he sat. He dropped his hand and watched for a moment as a small girl approached him. She hummed a lively tune as she skipped down the path, both of which stopped when she saw him. She stood there for a moment, then spied the sword. With a whimper, she backed up, her stuttering voice shouting, "Sp-Spirit!" before she turned tail and fled, dropping the coin she had brought with her in the process.
Arthur blinked in astonishment. Why had such a happy little lass called him a spirit? And why had she brought a coin with her to the woods? He turned to see if she had perhaps been yelling at something besides himself, and found only a small stone structure. Curious, he edged toward the construction until he heard the sound of water splashing against the sides of a hole.
A well. He could only assume it held some importance to the people here and had something to do with the girl's coming here with a coin. Perhaps the spirit she meant resided in the well... No matter. He stood, his armor clanking noisily in the process, retrieved his sword and the coin, and followed after the girl. If he had frightened her, he had to apologize and return to her what was hers. It was only right.
And maybe he could find out what he was doing here in the first place. Someone in that town over there just had to know something.