Summary: Sir Lancelot, known as the "Ultimate Knight", raised by the beautiful Lady of the Lake, Nimue, couldn't help but love the only one that cared for him.
Okay, first ever, Sonic Series, featuring crossover story with the Arthurian legend. This story required me to do some research, because I was thinking of the idea of, but knew nothing about it.
So, for those who know a little more than I do about the Arthurian Legend, bear with me.
Oh, in this story, Nimue (Amy) is ageless, for future references. Very much, Shadamy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sonic & Friends, or the Arthurian Legend.
Sir Lancelot: Knight of the Lake
Characters:
Sir Lancelot: Shadow
Lady of the Lake, Nimue: Amy
Arthur: Sonic
Garwain, Knight of the Round Table: Knuckles
Percival, Knight of the Round Table: Blaze
Galehaut: Scourge
Queen Guinevere: Fiona Fox
Arthur rose from his thrown, grasping his mighty Caliburn. He slowly walked over to the gravelling knight, hovering his sword over each of his shoulders. "I dug thy, Sir Lancelot, Knight of the round table." Spoke Arthur, receiving a round of applause.
Sir Lancelot, waited patiently before acknowledging, and then stood proudly receiving his sword, Arondight. He wielded his sword, mentally yet physically attaching herself to Lancelot. He watched the throne room hypnotically applaud, but within that crowd, he notice a certain hedgehog and how she stood there, carefully holding her hands. She was smiling, but all the while, hardly looked willingly.
He felt himself stiffen as he dared to remember who exactly she was?
"Sir Lancelot, Knight of the round table, please, a moment." A voice broke their ever-lasting glance, while Lancelot respond recovering the mystery voice that dared to interrupt.
Queen Guinevere massaged her tail, as she slowly approaches the bold Knight, eyeing seductively. He bowed with respect, before answering. "M'Queen, I am thy Knight, Sir Lancelot. I am at thy serves."
She swoon her finger across his metal helmet, and down the rest of his armor. "M'needs for thy Knight to…"Gunievere was greatly interrupted by one of the suitors.
He bowed before speaking. "M'Queen, thy King, requests thy presence."
Sir Lancelot raised a brow, as he continued to stand awaiting his next move in fate. Queen Guinevere, nodded, slightly growled, before leaving without a word. Lancelot turned to see if the mystery Lady was still there where she stood. She was not.
He let out a sigh, more of groan, when he noticed something from the corner of his eye. He turned to see a small piece of sycamore paper lying on a nearby window, desperately hanging on for dear life. He grasps the paper in the palm of his hands.
Knight of the Lake.
Lancelot's eyes grew wide, recognizing that name. He continued to read, before reluctantly looking into the window, and seeing a Lady with pink quills walking into the mystic forest.
Sir Lancelot would curiously figure out who that Lady was, and how she was related to this Knight of the Lake.
[A/N] Yeah I know short, but that's just the prologue. It's suppose to be short. Next one will be longer. R&R