Alfred walked out of the doorway of the guest bedroom at Arthur's castle. Dim moon light streamed through the diamond shaped window at the east end of the ancient hall. He walked toward the light and turned right. "Arthur, hey dude, you awake?" he said to the empty bedroom. "Okay, then where is he?" Alfred thought. We should both be asleep. It's 2 AM."
Suddenly, Alfred heard a crash seemingly from the kitchen. He ran to see what was happening. When he reached the kitchen, he saw Arthur sitting cross legged on the floor staring at the wall and chanting gibberish. He was shaking and from what Alfred could tell in the dim it looked as if Arthur had tears on his cheeks. Alfred crawled up next to him and said "Hey buddy, what's going on, you're scaring me." Arthur turned to him with his eyes closed and whispered "The fairies are leaving me."
"Why?" responded Alfred.
"The fairies are leaving me, the magic is gone." Arthur repeated.
"Okay." replied Alfred. He would wait here for his friend to wake up.
Then Arthur fell over on his side and started to snore. A few minutes later, Arthur woke and sat up. "What a nightmare," he said. "Why am I on the kitchen floor and why are you here?" he asked Alfred. You were sleepwalking and I kept you company." He explained.
"Well, I am going to my room." Arthur said. He got up to head back to his bedroom.
"Want me to keep you company some more. You don't look so good." Alfred offered.
"I am not a scaredy cat wanker like you." Arthur rejected him.
Well, I just thought this hero could scare away the nightmares." Alfred whispered.
"Well come on," Arthur relented. "You might as well. Not that I need you or anything."
Arthur sat down on the blue velvet sheets of his old oaken four posted bed and Alfred followed suit. "So tell me, what happened in your dream? It was about fairies, right?"
"Yeah, it was about fairies. How did you know?"
"Dude, you have always talked in your sleep." Alfred chuckled. "Remember that time when you said you wanted me to…."
"In your dreams would I dream about you!" Arthur interrupted him. "Anyway, tonight wasn't a dream. I think it was a prophecy."