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

Chapter 7

Good tidings, ye faithful reader of this story. I bid a joyful day.

I can't keep it up, my Old English is not brilliant. Anyway, I got a new book a few days ago which is now housing Knights. Hopefully this'll make it easier for me to upload faster since writing on paper is easier than writing on a computer screen for me. I had some free time today and I did promise a friend that I would try to get  this chapter up since its a holiday. So tell me what y'all think. :3

Round 3 of finalists VS Round Table: Percival Pellinore VS Gawain Lotsson

I gulped looking at Gawain up and down before glancing at a sundial out of the corner of my eye. It was already four o’clock. I had left for the market at around eleven o’clock and snuck out at twelve. By now father must’ve been worried and gotten really suspicious. Of course he was; I saw him ranting and raging about how stupid and useless I was. When I returned home, he would tan my hide darker then the leather he worked with.

“Are you having second thoughts?” Gawain called

“I’m sorry…” I returned back from my day dream “I’m ready; you have the first move good sir.” Gawain shrugged, likely quite confused as to why a freshman would let the teacher go first. But he soon dusted it off as the gong rang. At that moment he charged forward. He was exceptionally fast for an echidna. I hadn’t prepared for or even considered my ability that these professionals may have had. Gawain ran behind my brushing past hard and then continuing on, never once slicing me but using the back if his swords to attack my shoulders and arms. It all happened so fast that I couldn’t keep track. My mind was still focused on how to get home early enough to not get slaughtered let alone defend against the attacks. It was far too easy; I had made a synch for him to binden, to read my thoughts. He had seen my wavering and used it as a chance to pounce

“What’s wrong Percival? Aren’t you going to make your move?” I heard him call from the opposite end of the ring, the joy seeping through his voice. He was taking pleasure in keeping me centred and restricting my movement, watching me struggle hopelessly in the courts centre. I understood now what he was trying to do. He wanted to weaken my arms.

The Claymore was a double handed sword and was heavy even when held in that way. Gawain’s plan was to weaken my arms so that I couldn’t even lift it. That would make it easy for him to take it from me and kick it to the end of the arena.

“Sneaky whelp.” I muttered, jumping to the right slightly as he charged forward and watched home choke. I swept my sword at his ankles causing him to fall down. I pointed the sword at his face as he knelt in front of me “This is over, Sir Gawain,”

“Sure.” He explained solemnly before smirking “ if we were playing castles” he mimicked the same move with his swords but with more force, much more force before throwing the sword up out of my hands. I gasped at how high it travelled. It soared at least 12 metres into the air swept by the western wind. Thinking quickly, I jumped up in hopes of catching it, closely followed by Gawain. I heard him grunting as he forced up against the ground below me.

I wasn’t going to make it.

The roaring crowd fell silent at the force the two of us had exerted, the height of our jumps, the determination in my face. But I couldn’t focus on that. I had to pay attention on getting my sword back. The hilt was several feet away from me and since the blade was facing me, so even if I could have reached it, I would have taken some serious damage.

Time seemed to slow down as I glanced around the crowd. I saw how the spectators stood up and stretched forward as if to help me. I saw how Lamorak was biting his thumb and how Galahad remained fairly emotionless. His fists were clenched and eyes wide, never blinking. It was strange; he was emitting a strange aura, a cold one that had been carried from evil. But it in itself was not.

“Look out!” the sudden any came from Lamorak. Gawain was literally in front of me, gliding in my direct eye line. I couldn’t kick him or punch, that was against the rules. I was going down hard. That was when time caught up with us and I began falling back down, my sword already out of the arena. Gawain smirked knowing that there was no need for him to fight. It would swing off the arenas edge and I would lose.

Suddenly, it seemed like a fire sparked up in my soul making me want to fight, want to press on.

‘I won’t lose now, I want to keep going.’ I thought gritting my teeth even though it was hopeless. I felt my hands grip something cold and hard all of a sudden. Something that had a mind and desire of its own. I looked up to see the Claymore in my hands almost welding itself to them whilst itself emitted a strange green aura like glow. ‘Impossible.’ I gasped to myself ‘inanimate objects can’t have an aura, it must have a controller. Something or someone near.’ I thought looking around for a clue or for anybody, first suspecting Chrisstopherson but not seeing him anywhere. But then I noticed something. It couldn’t be who I thought it was. A thought passed through my mind but before u could confirm my suspicion, the guard dragged itself down to the ground, taking me with it.

The arena exploded with the cheers and overly excited yells of spectators. The 20 second bell sounded loud and echoed through the city so shrill that I was sure that it could be heard deep within misty lake.

Recklessly, the weapon swung itself and jousted at Gawain. I couldn’t control it and Gawain couldn’t predict it. Before I knew it, we had compelled him back to the rings edge and forced the swords from his hands and to the floor. I swung the claymore like a golf club and sending them off the edge of the arena.

The bell rang. I panted; sweat trickling down my forehead and down my nose. Dealing with an aura that strong was way out of my league, like nothing I had encountered before.

“And Percival bests the knight Gawain!” the announcer yelled to the crowd, causing it to erupt once again this time even louder and more volcanic as before. I smiled slightly.

“I’m through…” I gasped falling to my knees, dropping the sword beside me “but not on my own strength.” I clenched my fists onto the floor. I felt a wave of tiredness hit me as my fists grated against the earth. The magic on the sword took all of my strength to wield let alone even think about controlling.  I was completely drained as I gasped for air. A shadow blocked the light to my eyes and offered a hand.

“You have exceeded my expectations.” It was Gawain hauling me up with my arm over his shoulder before very nobly walking me back to my seat “I commend you for that and pray you enter our ranks.” And then he left. First picking up his swords and then walking back to stand with the king, on guard. I thanked him briefly before slumping back into my seat; I was overly tired as I stared up into the slowly dimming sun.

“Percival that was amazing!” Lamorak congratulated slapping my shoulder “how did you do that‽”

“I don’t know, I guess kind of just did it spontaneously.” I looked at my quivering hands; still trying to think who it was who could have such a potent, strong magic power. “How was it to you Galahad? ...Galahad…?” he stared blankly in my direction, his eyes a deeper, more complex green than before.

“I s’pose he’s still in shock from that jump… which by the way was awesome!” Lamorak shook his head before his eyes widened to the size of a soldiers shield. I nodded. After a short while, the announcer then gave notice that got all the people in the arena’s attention.

There would be a fifteen minute break before the next battle when it would be decided who would battle next. That would give me a chance to relax and heal up a little. Lamorak said he’d leave and left some food for the three of us. I stayed because I was too tired to move and had some pondering to do but Galahad strangely didn’t stir. He stared blankly in my direction for a long time after that.

‘Hope he doesn’t see right through me.’ I prayed to myself closing my eyes. Things in this land were getting far too strange for me

The lady of the lakes’ mysterious message, the almost kidnapped girl, Chrisstopherson’s disappearance, the fire aimed at my brother’s fight, the jar of purple slime, the echidna in the witchcraft sphere, the sword with its own will and Galahads deep green eyes.

Something serious was about to get started around here.