Arthur Boyle had always been victim of strange circumstances.
One random night, an orphanage found a boy and a child's novel outside their door.
Strangely enough, he looked nothing like the rest of the country's people.
Strangely enough, he never seemed to mold to fit the environment he was raised in.
Strangely enough, the boy himself was unaware of how strange he was.
Currently, he was standing on top of a slide, looking down upon his kingdom. It comprised of a swing, a seesaw, and a sandpit repurposed by nature into the local cat's toilet.
The boy recalled his fellows excitedly speaking of the hero they admired earlier in the morning. Soon after being woken up, many ran into the dining hall rushing towards breakfast.
They would then sit down in their seats – which, although had never been designated, always seemed to find the same owner- and let loose a yell that proved to be the bane of any adult within earshot.
"I AM HERE!"
The boy, surveying his domain, felt it appropriate to let out a proclamation of his own.
"I SHALL BECOME A KNIGHT!"
He arched his back dramatically, face lifted to face the heavens, ensuring his declaration reached as far as possible.
When he opened his eyes, he noticed the sky seemed further away.
Oh.
He had slipped.
Was this the end of his tale? Would his journey end before he even managed to take his first step?
No.
The knight refused.
Time flowed excruciatingly slow.
A hand reached upwards.
The boy pulled.