I made the story this evening when I was bored so I didn't send it to my Beta but if people like the story I will send the other chapters to my Beta before posting them.
A kindred of Arthur; Meet Parsifal.
In a small stone house, a forgotten house, in the middle of forest. None know that it was there, and none would ever believe that the lady Herzeleide, two maids and a male servant lived in that house. Lady Herzeleide disappeared, twelve years ago. Meanwhile it had been three years since the death of Arthur's knights, she nor her servants know of there death. But who could they blame, not even Arthur, her cousin knew she was still alive....
It was evening, and lady Herzeleide has just finished reading the tall of Troy to her son.
"Tell me again mother!" Parsifal said jumping up, he pretended to hold up a sword.
"Once every night is enough." She smiled. "Com and tell me who you liked more, Hector our Achilles?"
"Hector! It is a real shame that Achilles won!" Parsifal said with a thoughtful look. "And what fool would fight over a plane woman?"
"Many men." Herzeleide laughed at her sons ignorance. He had never seen other woman than her and her servants.
"Then they are real fools! They should really need to set out there priorities, I think life is more important than a woman." Parsifal said sitting down next to his mother.
"I agree dear boy." Herzeleide said kissing her sons brow.
"Mother will you tell me more tales?" Parsifal asked hopeful. He loved his mothers story's.
"Go to bed, I will tell you more story's tomorrow." Herzeleide pushed her son up. She loved the boy more than anything, she left her home just to prevent him from becoming a knight. To prevent him from dyeing young....
"Alright mother, sleep well." Parsifal mumbled.
"Sweet dreams dear son." Herzeleide called after him, as she sat by the fireplace, she thought about how much the boy looked like his father. The same curly brown hair, the brown eyes, and the charming grin. They could have been brothers.....
The next morning, Parsifal was out to hunt. He didn't really hunt he played scout and sometimes brought home a rabbit our a boar. Today he was particularly deep in the forest, his mother didn't allow him to go that far, but she wasn't here.
"Got you!" Parsifal said spearing down a rabbit. His mother didn't know he had spears, she would probably forbid it, so he kept them out of sight. Suddenly he heard strange noises, they sounded like real heavy footsteps, but unlike any he has ever heard. Much louder than his footsteps..... He decided to clime in a tree and observe these strange things with the load footfall.
"We know Bors its as big as a baby's arm holding an apple." Someone said not so far away from Parsifal. The footfall became louder.
"You have been telling us for the last twenty-three years!" The voices became louder with the instant.
"Twenty-three years it seems only yesterday I had my first woman." A deep, gruff voice said.
"Who are these people?" Parsifal thought. "And what dos he mean, had his first woman?"
The men came into view. Four men on horses. Parsifal had never seen a horse before and looked at them with interest.
"What are those creatures they sit on? They kind of look like overgrown dogs..... they move so elegant, with such pride. And the men who sit on them, they look like the men my mother tells me story's of. The men grater than others."
Parsifal shifted his weight a little, so he could see the men a little better, he forgot his past experiences and made a sound, the branch beneath him gave a load crack.
"Idiot that I am, a beginners mistake." Parsifal thought kicking himself mentally.
"Who is up there?!" A man in shiny armour yelled. He wear a different armour than they others.
"Com down from there." A man said, he was fat and bald.
"I can outrun them, and I can loose them in these woods." Parsifal thought.
"The last warning." A man with long blond hair said, he held up a bow and placed an arrow in it.
"I have a choice die our live. I think my mother would not appreciate if I died." Parsifal thought.
He jumped out of the tree and landed on his feet right in front of the men.
"Who are you people?" He asked rather bluntly.
"I am Arthur Castus boy, and who are you?" Arthur asked the boy with an amused look.
"I'm Parsifal, Arthur. What brings you here?" Parsifal said calmly. How could he know he was talking to a king?
The knights except from Arthur chuckled it wasn't everyday that the mighty king Arthur was spoken to by a commoner with the name Arthur.
Arthur looked at the boy with surprise and confusion.
"Why do you laugh at me?" Parsifal asked frowning.
"What did I do wrong?" Parsifal thought.
"No reason boy, come with us and tell us where you are from." Arthur said kindly to the boy. He couldn't be older than twelve.
"I'm sorry I cant do that, my mother is waiting for me!" He says and runs of.
"Come back here boy!" Arthur called after him.
"Mother always told me never go home with strangers and never bring them home with you! And I will not do such a thing! My mother would murder me!" Parsifal thought running as fast as his feet could carry him. In the distance he heard the creatures where the men road, they where fallowing him! He hurried even more....
After a long run he arrived at his house, the men arrived right after him and looked at him with surprise. They jumped of of there creatures and got around Parsifal.
The big bald man managed to get behind Parsifal and grab his shoulders.
"Let go of me!" Parsifal said trying to wiggle out of the man's grasp.
"What is this nonsense?!" He thought.
"Calm down boy we mean you no harm, Bors let go of him." A man younger than the others said.
"Like I believe such a foolish thing." Parsifal said stomping on Bors his foot with full force.
The big man yelled out in pain and let go of the boy to instinctively grab his foot.
"Stupid boy." He scolded grabbing his foot. "Arthur watch out with him, he's very strong for being a kid!"
A triumphant smirk formed on Parsifal's face.
"We can see that Bors." The blond man chuckled.
"Say, doesn't he remind you of someone?" The younger man said thoughtfully looking at the boy. He tilted his head to the side.
"Aye, he looks a bit like Lancelot in away doesn't he?" Bors said still holding on to his sore foot. "The same cocky personality!"
"A bit, they could be twins." Arthur said walking up to the boy. He was the spitting image of his lost friend.
"Who is this Lancelot they speak off? I have never heard of him, how can I possibly look like him?" Parsifal thought looking at the strange men.
"What are you doing?! Leave my son alone!" Parsifal saw his mother com into view.
"Mother stay back they are dangerous!" Parsifal shouted to his mother.
"Herzeleide? Is that you?" Arthur asked looking at Herzeleide. The other men looked with surprise at Herzeleide.
"How do they know my mother? She never told me about a man named Arthur." Parsifal thought he was getting more confused by the moment.
T.B.C
Hope you liked it, again I made the story this evening when I was bored so I didn't send it to my Beta but if people like the story I will send the other chapters to my Beta before posting them.
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BillieLiv
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