Knights: The Lost Saga ( A Sonic and the Black Knight fanfiction)

chapter 2

Authors note: alright I appologise for the long hiatus. It's been what a month or so? Anyway I figure i best start doing these cuz... actually I don't have a reason. HA! Any disclaimer time! I don't own Sonic and the Black Knight in any way, shape or form. The characters that are used in this chapter apart from Father are owned by SEGA. Anyhow, hope you guys enjoy. Ask me questions in the comments and if I get no comments there will be another loooooooong hiatus. Sorry that's just the way I role. Onto the story.

“Hurry up princess! I’ve read this chapter thrice, its 45 pages long!” I flopped onto my back and gazed into the suns warm, emphatic embrace. “That’s 135 pages of exactly the same dialogue. I can even recite it backwards!” Lamorak drew his head from within the evergreen bush then cough rapidly and wiping off his mouth on his sleeve. I immediately averted my eyes and stared at the corn field.

“Ok… I’m ready.” My brother began giving me evils me deeply as if to say ‘that was playing dirty’ “The arena is ten paces to that apple tree and five paces diagonally past where you left your bag.” I dusted my legs off and drew my sword whilst walking to my corner. Then I stopped and turned to face him. I drew my Dao and nodded. “I take it I have the first move.” Lamorak always fought with two swords and used a Gail meteor where as I only used 1 and still wasn't use to it. He had been sword fighting for around seven years and only decided to teach me one year ago though I was still better than him. Lamorak always practiced with me because he said I was a 'worthy' sparring partner to train him for the match today at three o'clock to be one of the knights if the round table.

There were only two at the current moment in time however there used to be four: Gawain, his two brothers and Lancelot however at some point Gawain's brothers died and this there was only him and Lancelot. They needed two people to fill the gaps so a tournament was being held to see which knights were truly worthy. Lamorak wanted to attempt this and secretly do did I but a battle field was no place for a woman. Women were to stay at home doing chores. Sewing, cooking, cleaning and tending to their lazy husbands to home often were not picked by them. It makes me sick to my stomach.

I sparred with my brother until around nine o'clock. Swinging my arms heavily and lightly varying my strength to get the most hits on him with parrying and dodging his wild opposing hits. I would’ve gone on longer but by now our loud screams of anger and forced strength had drawn far too much attention. The crowd had grown much too big and I had decided to call it a day. We both began walking through the cornfield again and back to our home whilst attempting to avoid my father and his ever watching eyes. I managed to sneak past him in the kitchen and get in the bathroom for a bath.

My hair was so long that it floated off my head and sat on the bath water's surface nearly taking up the entire bath tub. I was just beginning to relax. Just enjoying myself when who would decide to disturb me but my brother. I grunted in annoyance.

"Hey Perona I need to shower can you get out?" He knocked the wall to ensure not to break another door.

"No, this is punishment for waking me up earlier. You will have to wait; do something else." I stepped out of the bath drying my fur 

“It’s been over an hour sis! Geez hurry up!"

"I’m brushing, something a hawk such as you wouldn’t understand. Now go away! Or would you rather I just burn you and put you in the bath water to cool off?" After that remark, I heard rapid footsteps of down the hall. Eventually when I left the bathroom (which was around another twenty minutes) I headed to the kitchen to get some food, my dad had cook sardines piled up high in a mixing bowl and a massive slab of ham sliced chunky and thick with a side of three loaves of spongy bread. This was strange seeing how poor we were. The portions were way to large for one per person however, my father insisted we celebrate my brother’s progress in sword fighting.