Title: Excerpts From The Dia- Memoirs of Sir Gawain
Name: Jules
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own any of the characters, no matter how much I WISH I did. They belong to…well, technically, they were created in a period of time, where the concept of ownership of ideas didn't really exist, especially in literary situations. In fact, it was until the 1600's that works were considered the property of anyone, and even then the rights belonged to the printers. Not to mention, over the centuries, many people contributed to the tales of Arthur, so I don't know how on earth you can credit any one person with their creation. But, I do not own them personally, and I'm just borrowing for the purpose of entertaining you.
Classification: (AU, Humor)
Summary: A small insight into the life of Sir Gawain, nephew of Arthur, knight of the Round Table.
Status: Complete
Excerpts From The Dia-Memoirs of Sir Gawain
By Jules
Chapter 1/11
I begin this dia journal in the wondrous courts of Camelot, as I begin my service to my uncle, the great King Arthur of the Britons. I proudly pledged my service along side my noble (and annoying) brothers.
Uncle Arthur made me a knight on the day he wed the beautiful lady, Guinevere.
I just pray that I am able to prove myself worthy of such an honor, and make my mother proud.
Christmastide
Camelot
What a celebration! What a feast! Fifteen days of celebration. However, it was neither the feast nor merriment, which have me so eager...
I was seated at the high table, betwixt our good lady, Guinevere, and my brother little brother Agravain, when the astounding experience began. A strange knight rode into the Great Hall. Rode in on his horse, to a stop before the dais. Yet that is not even the beginnings of the strangeness witnessed this day. Nay, the knight was GREEN. From his head to his toes, ever bit of his gear, green. Never had any seen such an odd sight. Wearing the most elaborate clothing, armor, and kit I have ever laid eyes upon in my royal existence.
The intruder challenged the bravery and nobility of our court. Claiming that the tales of our deeds must have been exaggerated. Very offending. He claimed to come in peace, yet requested a game most dangerous, allowing a man to make an unchallenged blow at him, but in return, the knight would have 1year to seek out this, Green Knight, and allow the man his return blow.
My brave uncle jumped up to accept the man's deadly challenge. Well, I couldn't allow that to happen. What if he was killed? Camelot, and all of England would fall apart.
I still do not know what possessed me in that moment, but I found myself beseeching the king's 'grace' to allow me to take his place.
I, one of the youngest, weakest knights within his court, with no claims of valor my own, begged to take on this nameless strange knight, in Arthur's stead. (Well, at least if I do not survive, I know my mother will make one of my brother's avenge me. She has four more where I came from...)
Though I am still bewildered as to what happened next. I know I dealt a killing blow. By all rights, that green clad knight should be dead!
And now I am honor bound to a foolish quest to find the creepy Green Fool at his creepy Green Chapel within the next year. Mommy will be most displeased.
Foolish oaths and my foolish compulsion to follow through...Curse chivalry and the damnable person who came up with it!
I wonder how long I can put off starting this daft quest? Or how long before people start to notice I am not going anywhere…
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