Hey guys! Sorry I haven't written anything in so long, but school just let out for me, so hopefully I'll be able to write more often. So, this is a new story based on Sonic and the Black Knight. I played the game a year or two ago, but my younger brother started playing it again. I really liked the game before, and I still do. So, while he was playing, the idea for this story popped into my head. If you haven't played Sonic and the Black Knight, first of all, you should. Second of all, all of the Sonic characters go by the names of actual knights in the tale of King Arthur of the Round Table. Don't worry, you'll be able to figure out who's who. The story is mainly going to focus on Percival, or Blaze, and will probably be a few chapters long. Please read and review, and I hope you guys like it!
Chapter the First
Even in the midst of the pouring rain and approaching dusk, the city of Camelot was a beautiful sight. The decent-sized stone homes of the common folk seemed to glow with warmth, inviting those out in the dreary weather inside. Lit candles, encased in well-crafted metal lanterns, glowed dimly across the slick cobblestone streets. The castle Camelot sat in the center of it all; a quiet beauty that towered over all other buildings. The city was quiet, for even the watchful guards were dozing.
A puddle splashed as someone dashed through it.
The silhouetted figure briskly ran down the side of the road with barely a sound. The figure headed straight down the road to the castle, not even stopping to rest before scaling the outer wall expertly, which would have deemed impossible had the guards not been asleep.
Once in the inner wall, the figure slowed pace, as if treasuring every step. The figure slowly climbed the polished stone stairs to the ornate main entrance of the castle. The hooded figure knelt before the carved oak door, and though it was still raining quite hard, removed her hood, revealing the silhouette of a cat, her eyes gleaming gold in the night.
She swept back her cloak, revealing a sword in its sheath at her hip. The cat unclipped the sheath from her belt and laid the sword with care in front of the foot of the oaken doors.
The cat then set down the basket she had been carrying next to the sword. The basket was simply made, woven by the cat's own hands. She pulled back the cloth that covered the basket. A small kitten lie fast asleep, squinting in its dreams as a few raindrops hit its now uncovered face. It was lavender in color, with a scarlet jewel in the center of its forehead. The older cat knocked on the oak doors loudly, then returned her sorrowful gaze towards the young kitten. She bent down, and gently kissed the lavender kitten on her cheek.
"I love you, my daughter."
The words, though short and simple, were filled with sadness and lost dreams of a young mother, who would never see her daughter grow up.
The main doors swung open suddenly, but there was nobody at the front door. Just a basket and a sword in its sheath lay on the wet stone slabs. The blacksmith, who had answered the door, scratched his head and strained his blue eyes, looking into the darkness for whoever had left the two items there. Seeing no one, the young fox picked up the sword in one hand, and the basket in the other. The blacksmith walked back inside to the dryness of the castle, but gave one last look over his shoulder before closing the doors with one of his two tails.
A pair of golden eyes watched this from the nearby foliage of the royal garden. Tears fell from this same pair of eyes, lost in the thousands of raindrops falling with them.
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The royal nurse's hands trembled slightly as the blacksmith shut the castle door. "Mr. Blacksmith, whom could have been knocking at this hour?" the cream colored rabbit asked, a slightly frightened edge working its way into her voice.
The fox smiled reassuringly at the nurse. "Whomever it was, they are gone now," the blacksmith said, but his smile faded as his gaze returned to the items he'd picked up. "However, they left this."
The blacksmith set down the basket and unsheathed the blade. He looked it up and down, examining it from nearly every possible angle, testing its weight, balance, and sharpness. He chuckled. "A mighty fine sword, if I do say so myself. More of a fencing blade, meant for stabbing rather than slicing, but a fine blade nonetheless."
Just as the orange fox was returning the sword to its sheath, the nurse let out a brief scream. The blacksmith nearly dropped the sword as he rushed to the rabbit's side. "What's the matter, m'lady?"
The nurse lifted the white cotton cloth that covered the basket, revealing its contents to the blacksmith. The fox's eyes grew wide in disbelief. "I'll get the king," he said quickly, not bothering to run up the immense stone staircase, but instead flew with his two tails to save time.
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The king gradually made his way down the stairs. Normally, his majesty would take it up on anyone's offer to run, but, the blacksmith admitted to himself, waking the king from his slumber was only slightly easier than fitting an elephant through the eye of one of the nurse's sewing needles. In truth, King Arthur did not much resemble a king at the moment, for the hedgehog was still in his night clothes, and his blue spikes were far messier than normal.
Arthur rubbed his eyes as he made it to the bottom of the stairwell. "I hope thou knows what time it is. Whatever thine has to show me better be worth it," the king grumbled, yawning in a quite unkingly fashion.
The nurse shook off the king's uncivilized behavior and showed him the basket. "Look, my king."
Arthur blinked. "My God," he muttered, taking the basket into his hands. Inside was a small kitten, still fast asleep. It was lavender, with a scarlet gem in the center of its forehead. It couldn't have been more than a few months old.
The nurse curtsied to the king. "If I may, your majesty, it is a girl, and her name is Percival. Twas on a note in the basket. The note also mentioned something of the nature that this girl is special."
"Percival." King Arthur stated the name, testing it. "Did the note by chance mention why this girl is special?"
As if to answer his question, the lavender kitten sneezed in her sleep, and a small flame flickered into and out of existence at the tip of her nose as she did so.
The blacksmith leaned towards the child. "My Lord," he gasped, "Did you see that?"
Arthur nodded. "Indeed." He closed his eyes a moment, contemplating, which meant this must be pretty serious, the blacksmith thought, since the king rarely thought that hard about anything.
King Arthur opened his eyes, a smile working its way onto his face. "We cannot simply throw this girl to the streets," he said, looking thoughtfully at his friends.
The fox removed his metalworking gloves from his hands. "Then what do you plan on doing with her? I do not believe we should leave her on the streets, but what should we do with her?"
The blue hedgehog smiled at Percival, chuckling as she pawed at some invisible force in her dreams. "I will raise her."
The nurse looked at the king worriedly. "Are you so sure that is so wise?"
Arthur gently scratched behind Percival's delicate ears, causing the young kitten to purr softly. The king turned to the nurse. "Yes. I believe it is."
What'd you think? This is more of a prologue, but I figured it was a good way to kick off the story. And for future reference, the characters are as follows:
Blaze = Percival
Sonic = King Arthur
Tails = blacksmith
Cream = nurse
Silver = Galahad
Amy = Lady of the Lake
Shadow = Lancelot
Knuckles = Gawain
Eggman = King Cedric (if you didn't know, Cedric was another king in the tales of King Arthur and was Arthur's bitter rival and enemy. I did my research)
Sorry, but Rouge won't be in this story. Also, there will be other characters, such as villagers or soldiers, but they will not be any specific Sonic character. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, so please read and review, and look out for the second chapter!