[It's depressingly familiar, waking up in a strange place. Even the part where he's alone and has absolutely no idea where he is rings a few metaphorical bells. Waking up under an apple tree to a dripping wet woman putting a sheathed sword in his hand is new, though. She darts away before Steve can even ask what the hell's going on, vanishing behind a dock in a lake Steve only notices when he climbs to his feet to go after her.
Weird.
Inspecting the sword reveals no real clues, just a pristine blade with guards in the shape of dragons' heads. Next to where he was laying, Steve finds his shield, a quill pen, and a book with the words "King Arthur" on the spine and nothing but blank pages within, which makes it useless for anything but suggesting this whole thing is a bad joke. He decides to hold onto it anyway: if nothing else, it's something to draw in.
There's nothing else to go on except the last peals of the bell fading away, so Steve carefully puts his resheathed sword in his belt, tucks the quill in his shirt pocket, puts his shield in its usual spot on his back, and sets off in what he hopes is the direction of civilization.]
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Weird.
Inspecting the sword reveals no real clues, just a pristine blade with guards in the shape of dragons' heads. Next to where he was laying, Steve finds his shield, a quill pen, and a book with the words "King Arthur" on the spine and nothing but blank pages within, which makes it useless for anything but suggesting this whole thing is a bad joke. He decides to hold onto it anyway: if nothing else, it's something to draw in.
There's nothing else to go on except the last peals of the bell fading away, so Steve carefully puts his resheathed sword in his belt, tucks the quill in his shirt pocket, puts his shield in its usual spot on his back, and sets off in what he hopes is the direction of civilization.]