Chapter 2
The knights came out of the bushes that concealed them. They crouched beside Johnathon, who was unconscious. While one knight checked Johnathon's pulse, another exhaled, "The poor boy. He ran right into a branch and knocked himself unconscious, because he feared us. He did not know that we were not going to hurt him." "True," sighed another knight, "He was unaware of where he was and that frightened him." They hoisted him up onto one of their horses and rode to the castle of King Arthur...
Johnathon awoke in a bed from ancient times. "I'm back in my room! It must all have been a dream," Johnathon thought. But, it wasn't. Then, the doors burst open, and a knight in gold armor bellowed, "Get up, lad!" Johnathon flinched. He had discovered that it was no dream. This was real! "Get up!" the gold knight bellowed once again, "Get up! His royal highness demands for you to see him immediately!" "B-b-b-but…Who d-do y-you m-m-mean?" Johnathon stuttered weakly. "Why, only King Arthur, lad!" the gold knight's voice seemed to boom from everywhere at once. "King Arthur! But, it can't be true! My theory was correct! I'm in Middle Age England!" Johnathon whispered in a shrill voice. He decided to follow the gold knight to see if the king would know anything about how he got there...