Arthur thought they deserved to know the truth.
"What is it, son?" asked his father.
"I have something I need to tell you."
"What is it?" Concern and fear spread across his mother's face. "Did you start smoking? Drinking?"
"Are you on drugs?" asked his father.
"Um, no, it's nothing like that. Not that sort of thing." He cleared his throat nervously. "It's just, um…" He cleared his throat again. "It's a bit dusty in here, don't you think?"
"Arthur," scolded his father sternly.
"Well…" He sighed. "I may or may not be a reincarnation of King Arthur."
Reviews are very appreciated. =) I may do a sequel to this.