Disclaimer: I don't own Any of the Sonic characters since all the rights belong to SEGA.
A/N: I had the idea whilst watching Bambi 2 and I thought that due to the fact that Lancelot as Shadow in the Medieval times and I had an idea of how to tell the tale of how Galahad came to be. So, here we are.
The legend of Galahad.
It all took place in dark times. It was a time when evil would harm the weak and steal their things for their own greed. It was a time when the only heroes were the Knights of the round table and this time was locally known as the Medieval era.
It was a freezing winter's night and the snow was heavy falling. Everyone had suffered horribly this winter, including the king's Knight's themselves. Anyways, a noble knight who gone by the name of Lancelot was just going on his knightly patrol, the clicks of his metal shoes being heard throughout the woodlands as the tree's creaked awfully loudly.
Lancelot tried his best to ignore the tree's racket as he didn't want to be overwhelmed by a dozen mercenaries in a second but he growled under his breath, smoke emanating from his mouth due to the freezing air. The black hedgehog with red highlights hated winter. It was dreadful whenever the seasons changed into this type of weather, it made the knight remorse for the poor village folk.
"Hmmm...The night's dark blanket is almost being lifted. I must soon return to the castle to report of no strange activity." Lancelot mumbled to himself thoughtfully as he scratched his chin "But still..."
The knight hedgehog turned on his feet and looked around the area "This is not like the previous nights Gawain and Percival had faced beforehand."
Unlike Lancelot, his comrades, Gawain the hot tempered Echidna and Percival the graceful cat, had been ambushed during their patrols and because of the large amount of quiet, the black furred hedgehog's paranoia grew as every minute passed.
"I shall hope that those ruffians shall not attack me while I am off guard." Spoke Lancelot as he cautiously began to walk around again but he suddenly heard some strange sound, causing the favoured knight of king Arthur freeze in the spot and he gritted his teeth as he cautiously looked around, being as still and quiet as a statue.
Lancelot suddenly heard the noise again but it sounded a bit clearer this time. It took a keen ear to listen but it sounded like...A child's cries. Lancelot raced towards the direction of where the cries were coming from and he soon found himself staring down at a tiny wrapped up swaddled hedgehog infant.
The poor child looked to have been just born recently due to the fact his eyes were fixed shut but he was also pretty weak due to the fact his arms were so thin. Lancelot knelt down on one knee before he ever so gently scooped up the bundle and the child's cries ceased a bit until only small whimpers and hiccups were heard.
The hedgehog took this time to examine the small kit. He had black rings around his eyes and he was blessed with white fur which matched the colour of the snow, despite the fact that he was a bit dirty, he had tiny aqua coloured ring like markings on the palms of his hands and he also had five hair pieces on his head. The last thing was that he had a little tan muzzle that complimented his white/grey fur as well as the two quills that were at the back of his head.
The infant hedgehog rested gently in Lancelot's embrace although he wondered what had happened to the youngling's mother. He looked around in search for her but found nothing as the snow continued to fall heavily. He frowned upon the little hedgehog in his care before he asked it "I wonder how this happened, little one?"
Of course, the infant did not respond because it was a baby and he sucked on his hand despite being blind due to just being born and while the young one got comfortable in the hedgehog Knight's care, Lancelot looked down where he had just scooped up the little one and carefully positioned him inside his arms.
He saw where the baby was all this time as it left a mark in the snow but there was zero footsteps or tracks to follow. Lancelot's best guess was that the young one had been abandoned.
Sadly, it was not uncommon for children to be abandoned by their mother's these days. There was so much raids and so much horror that it did not surprise the Ultimate knight that this little one was abandoned but of all places, why did someone choose this place to abandon the child?
Lancelot gazed at the child's thin arms. It looked very weak, especially for one at this age. He must have also been abandoned from that error because usually weak or sick born children were left to die and that must have also been what had happened. Lancelot shook his head in disgust. It was cruel and downright un-honorable to leave a young child to die in a cold, dark place.
Lancelot then made his decision. He was not going to leave this little one to die and he was going to get him the most expert care possible! After all, this child may become a great knight one day!
"It is alright, little one. I am taking you home with me!" Whispered Lancelot determinedly as he rose up from his spot in the snow and he gently covered the bundle up and covered his eyes so he could rest up. After all, the child needed all the rest he could get if he were to regain all the energy he had lost.
But, to the Knight's unexpected surprise, he was jumped on by lots of nasty rouges! He was surrounded and he would never expose one so young to such slaughter. He was glad he covered the infant's eyes now but he couldn't put him down either in case someone decided to kill him while Lancelot was distracted.
"Ya got nowhere ta run, Knight!" Snarled one of the mercenaries as he drew out a dagger, followed by the others who also drew out their weapons. Lancelot sighed. He didn't want to let the little one see this but since his sensitive eyes was covered, The favored knight of the king withdrew Arondite, his sword, and within moments, he began to fight off the nasty, blood thirsty scavengers.
Lancelot swiped his sword and sparred against the leader of the pack and while they sparred, he noticed that out of the corner of his eye, one of the unruly rat's tried to sneak his fingers around the bundle who was stuffed in the corner of his arm and whilst he sparred against the terrible wretches, he lifted one of his legs and kicked the one trying to remove the infant from his possession in the stomach and he sunk down in the snow. Lancelot feared that he would not be able to fend off all of the dirty scavengers but luckily for him, he managed to defeat all of them with the help of his Chaos punishment.
"Humph. Nothing I cannot take care of." smirked Lancelot as he looked down at the little bundle who seemed to have been celebrating because he was laughing and cooing whilst under his blanket despite the condition he was in. "Wow, you are a Naive little fellow aren't you?" asked Lancelot as he tickled the infant's stomach to make him laugh.
Soon, Lancelot began his long trek to the castle and on the way he had named the little one Galahad because he was so gentle in nature and he thought that the name Galahad suited him so. The travel was only 30 minutes long and it was also a matter of walking over mountains and walking among cliffs.
After Lancelot had announced his arrival to the guards keeping an eye on the gates, he was let in and one thing was for sure, he had to tell king Arthur of both the child and the encounter he had tonight. The sun was rising in the orange sky and with much warmth it greeted them with. The knights had loved it when the sun was out because that marked a glorious day of sparring and training with one another.
As the Knight entered, he was greeted by good friends, Percival and Gawain. "Ho! It seems that good ol' Lancelot has returned with some good news I hope." said Gawain as he punched Lancelot on the shoulder playfully but Lancelot just gazed down at the floor as if ashamed and this was not something he shown often. Percival stepped forward and glanced into the favored Knight's crimson irises "What is the matter, friend?" she asked with mild concern as she rested a nurturing hand upon the black hedgehog's shoulder.
Lancelot did not answer. He instead eyed the tiny bundle he held within his arms. How would Percival react to this discovery and how would Gawain react? Would they tell on him or such a thing? The king forbids any new comers since the castle is as full as it is and babies are not an exception. The knight sighed before he cautiously looked around to see if there were any witnesses and once he knew he, Percival and Gawain were alone, he pleaded them in a hushed whisper "Percival. Gawain. My good friends. I beg thee to not speak of this to anyone because thy would like to tell their highness alone."
Percival and Gawain looked at each other in confusion. What was it Lancelot was so protective of? It had to be important if Lancelot actually begged for them to keep quiet about something. Gawain nodded slowly "We swear upon our honor."
Lancelot sighed heavily before he brought the swaddled baby out from under his arm and uncovered his face, revealing the fact that young Galahad had fallen asleep with his thumb inside his mouth, his soft, quiet snoring being the only sound in the room as Lancelot stared at his comrades, silently begging them to speak as he stared at his fellow knights with his mouth slightly hung open.
The trio stayed like that for a good few minutes until Gawain finally forced himself to move, and breathe. "W-well, Lancelot. Nice boy ya got there." complimented Gawain as he trembled a little. Percival however was not as welcoming as Gawain was "How in the world do you think, thy highness is going to act!?" she exclaimed in a whisper but Lancelot stood his ground and responded "I shall think of someway to get him to persuade, Percival."
After a moment, the lavender furred cat recomposed herself and sighed before she asked in a more gentle tone of voice as she peered in and examined the infant "What is his name?" She asked in a whisper as she looked over the sleeping infant.
"I have named him Galahad." Lancelot told his two comrades gently as he rocked Galahad from side to side, smiling down at him a little as he spoke. Lancelot never felt this way before and his heart felt warm. Very warm. He loved the little infant despite just meeting him and if the king were to turn away Galahad then he too would go and quit his role if he had to.
"Well he certainly is an endearing little fellow, isn't he?" asked Gawain with a smile as he stepped before he tickled Galahad under the muzzle, causing the infant to giggle a bit before Lancelot shushed the Echidna harshly and scolded him "Gawain, you forgetful oaf! We are supposed to be keeping the youngling a secret until his Majesty can speak with me!"
Gawain mentally scolded himself by face palmed himself with a metal amoured glove, cursing under his breath. Percival smiled a little bit as she watched the infant squirm around while cooing, making Lancelot nervous and shushing him gently as he gently cradled him, making Galahad yawn and close his eyes. This was heart warming for Gawain and Percival as the both of them smiled down at Galahad warmly.
Suddenly a Maiden poked her head around the corner, making Lancelot quickly hide little Galahad behind his back. The black hedgehog with red highlights wearing black/grey amour did not want to give up the infant hedgehog since he already grew so attached. Lancelot silently vowed that he was going to protect Galahad with his life and would never do otherwise. "Sir Lancelot. The king shall see you now." Announced the maid with a curtsy before Lancelot continued to hide the young hedgehog infant.
Once she was gone, Lancelot let out a heavy sigh as he tried to relieve himself of the sudden nervousness he felt deep in the pit of his stomach. As the Knight of the round tables were about to depart for their training, Lancelot glanced over his shoulder and told his follow knight's "Fare thee well for until another time, my friends'." said Lancelot and with that, he left the room and walked towards King Arthur's throne room. As he left, both Gawain and Percival glanced at one another, silently hoping that Lancelot will be allowed to keep Galahad.
Lancelot felt like the room was closing in on him as he felt nervous about speaking to the king. The king was growing more and more evil as time passed and it was not really evil that he wasn't allowing anymore in the castle, he was just nervous about the fact that Arthur would not accept little Galahad to be raised here. It made his heart ache just by thinking about being forced to abandon the white furred hedgehog like his mother had done.
The black hedgehog cleared his throat once he reached the large, magnificent doors which belonged to the king. Lancelot hesitantly knocked the door and a deep voice that held no nonsense answered "Come in, Lancelot."
Lancelot's ears faltered. How did he know it was him?! He let out a shaky sigh before he finally opened the doors and once inside, he was greeted by a sight which sickened him to the stomach. King Arthur was sat on the throne but his sword, Excalibur was in his hand. What if Arthur wigged out and stabbed the infant he brought home on sight!?
Lancelot was about to have second thoughts but he silently told himself it was too late to back out and forced his legs to move forwards as he protectively held the bundle protectively, hiding the sleeping infant's face as he did and he soon made it at the foot of the king's throne and knelt down and bowed his head before beginning "Y-you're Majesty. I am aware of the rules you have placed upon the kingdom of no outsiders." Arthur cut him off and asked while glaring down at him "My friend, you did not bring in an outsider did you?"
The hedgehog cringed and bit his bottom lip sharply, his fangs baring as he shut his eyes tight and he was trembling slightly but he opened his eyes and sighed as he looked up at the king from his keeled position. He slowly nodded before Arthur sighed himself and asked "May I see him or her, Lancelot?"
Lancelot winced before he hesitantly revealed the bundle from hidden within his tight embrace and revealed the infant's face. Galahad was asleep and his thumb was still in his mouth like before but nothing could prepare him from the thing the king had said next. "Lancelot, my friend. That child is too scrawny and weak. It would perish within a day!" said the king "Take him back where you found him."
"...No." Lancelot replied hastily as he glared up at the king. "What?!" responded King Arthur as he looked down at his most loyal knight with a glare of hatred and this sent shivers down Lancelot's spine as he ducked his head and when Lancelot was about to repeat what he said, The infant grunted and strained as if he was planning to do something and within moments, the child's frame glowed a bright turquoise, just like his hand rings.
The light made Lancelot squint his eyes for a moment and he when he opened his crimson eyes, he saw that the child was still glowing but he had a pleased smile on his tan muzzle, as if he had done this to impress the king and Arthur thought about it for a moment. Whilst he had not allowed magic, he thought of how useful it would be and plus, he did not want to lose his closest knight so he eventually came to a decision.
"Alright, Lancelot. We shall let the infant stay here and let one of the maidens take care of him." Announced Arthur with a glare of despise towards the infant yet Lancelot had another request "Actually, Sire. I was pondering on taking him beneath my wing and letting him train with the fellow knights?" spoke Lancelot while looking hopeful.
"No." said the king "The child is too weak and scrawny to become a knight but I do, however, give thee permission to keep him."
Lancelot smiled at the fact that he was allowed to keep him but frowned that Galahad wasn't to become a knight of the round table. He wanted to teach the white furred hedgehog how to spar and teach him all he knew about how to use a sword. But if he got to keep Galahad at least, that was enough for him. "Thank you, my humble king." with that Lancelot bowed and left the room to go and see Merlin the second the wizard and his daughter Merlina about his strange abilities but as he left, King Arthur growled at the fact that he was having a magical demon in the castle. He was beginning to wonder if he had done the right thing?
A/N: What did you think of that, guys. I made a story about Galahad, who maybe could be Silver's great, great ancestor. Also, I had a thought. If Galahad married Percival, wouldn't that mean that Blaze and Silver were related in some way? I don't know but I just like the story I am working on so far. Also this is kind of like an origin story of how Galahad had become a legend. In my version of course.
Please review, guys and I'll update soon.
-Chloemcg.