Solitaire King

Awakened

AN: Alfred's name isn't originally Alfred. That is his modern name. His original name is Alta.
"Can you speak our language" Arthur sighed as he was met with another confused look.
"Where... am I? Wh... who are you?" The teen asked a question, of that Arthur was sure.
"Phillis, if you woke up in a strange place, what would you ask first?" Arthur was contemplating the teen and how best to handle him.
"I'd want to know where I'm at and who the people are. I sent for the Jack, my Queen." Phillis bowed and left.
"You are in Spadia. I am Arthur." Still nothing.
He pointed to himself. "Arthur."
The teen's eyes showed understanding.
"Atur." The teen's accent was flat and he never heard one like it.
"Arthur."
"Atur."
"Fine! That'll have to work for now."
"My Queen, there is a disturbance in the courtyard." The Jack was slightly out of breath from running. Arthur was quick to leave, a guard entering the room to protect the teen.
'What am I wearing? Where are the other mages? Where is my armor?' Where am I?'
The teen stared at the guard, eyes full of wariness and a fear of what would transpire. He was amazed at the softness of what covered him and the thing his head rested upon. He marveled at the decor of the place he was in. It was more magnificent than the temple he had spent his whole life in.
There was a strange wooden table against the wall, some form of parchment sitting on it's surface. A glass door, he had only seen anything as clear in the temple, allowed sunlight to glisten off of the polished surfaces and the strange armor of the guard, a spade in the center of the breastplate. The guard stood to the side of the door, watching the time mage. He was joined by another guard.
"That's the Solitaire King? I thought he'd be older," guard two whispered.
"He was in a strange casket type of thing with strange runes," guard one started to explain. "We opened the lid because the Queen ordered us to. He was covered in dust and wounds, man. I've never seen a person with so many wounds, ever. His armor was still intact, only some dents and lots of blood and dust. You need to see the armor and weapons. I've never seen a type of metal like that before. His sword was still sharp, laying next to him along with a Spadian Bow. It was like no time had touched the stuff in the tomb thing."
Guard two scuffed, "Sure. And I'm a unicorn." The door had been opened and the Ace listened to it all.

"It is true. Be careful what you say about the King, Lukas. You are part of the King's knights after all." Matthew, the Ace of Spades, sat down by the teen and looked into the too blue eyes.
"You may leave. I'll be here until the Queen returns."
The King's Guards left, the teen relaxed slightly seeing no weaponry on the adult. The adult sitting beside him continued to stare into his eyes. Matthew pointed to himself.
"Matthew."
"Mata." The teen tried to copy the strange word.
"Matthew."
"Mata."
Matthew sighed, pointing to Alfred.
"Alta." The teen seemed ashamed of that name. Matthew knew only enough about the Mages to know that there was a list of leaders. He knew of the Destroyer and of the Great Unifier. He watched Alta's reactions to everything around him. Alta seemed confused, lost, scared, and curious. A chuckle escaped him when Alta seemed transfixed with the drapes on the windows or maybe the glass. He knew enough to know that glass was only in the temples and the glass was never meant to show the outside. Matthew re-positioned the teen, taking note of the discomfort on the young face. 

"You are quite the mystery, Alta. I wonder what your past is. Your story must be quite unique to have survived so long."

Alta looked at him in confusion.