Lord Camelot

Summary: Reincarnation. Such tricky business, always has been, and always will be. Sometimes mistakes are made, and memories are retained. Galahad merely wished to rest in peace. But to find his way back to the Throne of Heroes, he must live a full life as Perseus

Crossovers: Fate/Series + Percy Jackson & The Olympians

Today was the day of the school field trip to the Metropolitan Art Museum… And Sir Galahad, Knight of the Round Table, would be lying if he told anybody he was excited for the trip. No, he was probably the least excited person for this trip, and with good reason.

For you see, Galahad wasn't a normal person like everyone else. He was a reincarnated Heroic Spirit, who bore all of his memories from his time both while he was alive, and during his time in the Throne of Heroes.

Truthfully, he didn't quite know how he'd ended up being reincarnated. The last thing he remembered was sitting his own little world in the Throne of Heroes, sitting atop one of Camelot's walls and smiling as he looked over the Kingdom. While he'd obtained the Holy Grail, he had simply returned it to the Heavens. He had no desire to make a wish on that chalice, he was a firm believer that hard work was what you needed to achieve your goals.

But there he had sat, atop his place in the Throne of Heroes… And then suddenly the next thing he recalled was crying. It was strange, as Galahad hadn't cried in many years. It was then he had realised why he was crying… and why he couldn't move his body as well as he wished he was about to. He'd been reborn… And he was a baby!

Perseus- or Percy- Jackson had been the name he was given, and growing up was difficult, to say the least. From a young age, the world didn't seem to want him to grow up pleasantly like a normal human boy. Somehow, he seemed to end up doing this accidentally on things like school trips, without ever meaning to do so!

During one of his school trips in fifth-grade, they'd gone to the Saratoga battlefield, and he'd had an accident with a revolutionary war cannon. Honestly, he hadn't been aiming for the school bus, he was just fascinated of some of the things humans had come up with after his time. But he'd accidentally hit the school bus and got expelled for it. And, during his fourth-grade trip, they'd taken a behind-the-scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool. His elbow happened to bump a lever on the catwalk and the entire class took an unexpected swim.

That was unpleasant for Galahad, he hadn't learned how to swim as of yet at the time. He'd learned since then, in case something similar happened again, but since then he didn't particularly enjoy water any longer.

The sound of a cry was noticed by Galahad, and he turned his head to witness Nancy Bobofit throwing her sandwich in wads at Grover Underwood, one of the handicapped boys in the school.

Instantly, a spark of anger filled Galahad. As a knight, he found trivial things such as bullying detestable. However, he quelled that anger, and instead decided to teach the girl a lesson. While he didn't openly use his powers in public, Galahad was not above using them to protect people. And one of his skills from his time as a Servant would be quite useful in at least protecting Grover for the majority of the bus ride.

He gently, almost lazily, pointed a finger towards Grover. Nobody around him noticed, he was rather quiet and so he was left alone. And as Nancy prepared to throw yet another wad of sandwich, Galahad invoked the name of his skill. "Obscurant Wall of Chalk."

Nobody seemed to notice as a very brief, gentle, light covered Grover, as it happened to be as they crossed to one of the cracks of the building and the light shone onto him anyway, and Galahad then lowered his hand, pleased with his work.

As the sandwich wad left Nancy's hand and flew towards Grover, the handicapped student's form very briefly flickered. Abruptly, the wad soared backwards towards Nancy, as if it had bounced off of Grover at an impossible angle. The girl barely had time to even open her eyes in shock before she was hit in the face with her own wad of sandwich.

Galahad smiled as he witnessed this, and was also quite happy to see that Nancy didn't throw anything more towards Grover for the rest of the trip. While Galahad wasn't friends with Grover by any means, he didn't think he'd even so much as spoken with the boy, he still wasn't cold hearted enough to leave the boy to fend for himself.

He slowly let out another sigh and once again directed his gaze to outside of the window. This world he lived in felt so incredibly dull. Perhaps that was unfair, after all it was far more peaceful than it was during his own time, but at his core he was a knight. A knight was someone who fought and protected. Yet there was no need to protect anyone, other than his mother in this life, and so he found himself so bored.

These thoughts plagued his mind as he climbed off the bus and Mr. Brunner began to lead the museum tour.

Galahad took his time looking around as they were led through, past marble statues and glass cases. It brought a joyful smile to his face, pleased that such a civilisation had managed to stand the tests of time. But these thoughts also led to sadness, as a fact came to mind.

Nobody knew where the remains of Camelot lay other than himself. He alone knew the location of the castle in which his King had ruled, but none would ever see it unless he guided them. Perhaps Camelot had been hidden too long, however. Perhaps, when he was older, he would lead an expedition into the great kingdom so that all would know that the story of King Arthur was no myth.

He vaguely listened to Mr. Brunner as he spoke about the stele they were gathered around, however for the most part he wasn't paying too much attention. While he could appreciate that such a civilisation had managed to stand the tests of time through their art, he simply found himself missing the works of Camelot more, and more. Honestly, the stories seemed to get so many facts and details wrong!

Galahad was snapped out of his thoughts as he felt someone's gaze on him. He subtly, almost impossibly subtly, tensed up. This was a gaze of malevolence, something he'd felt quite a fair bit at Yancy Academy… But he'd mostly felt it in Math Class.

'Mrs. Dodds,' Galahad thought to himself, not glancing at the woman. Ever since the woman first lay eyes upon him, she'd decided he was Devil Spawn. Galahad didn't often get in trouble, but when he did, Mrs Dodds would be there to administer the punishment. She'd point that crooked finger of hers at him and, before she could even let the words 'now, honey' come out of her mouth, he knew he'd be getting at least a week of after-school detention.

Still, he did his best to ignore the woman and focus on Mr. Brunner as he spoke about the Greek funeral art.

After a while, Nancy snickered something about the naked guy on the stele, and Mr. Brunner paused and looked at Nancy. "Something you wish to share with the rest of us, Miss Bobofit?"

Nancy froze, and the class snickered at the girl being caught. Mr Brunner had radar ears, nothing seemed to escape his hearing. "No, no sir."

Mr Brunner pointed to one of the pictures on the stele. "Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?"

Nancy looked at the picture, and bit her lip. "I don't know, sir."

"A shame," Mr. Brunner said. "Perhaps someone else could answer this question for us instead… Ah, Mr Jackson? Perhaps you could enlighten us?"

Galahad quirked an eyebrow, before his eyes focused on the picture of the stele. He recognised this one, because he found it to be quite morbid. The brain always seemed to remember the darker things in life. "That is Kronos eating his children."

"Yes," Mr. Brunner said, not satisfied by his statement. "And he did this because…"

"Because Kronos was the King of the Titans," Galahad continued slowly, recalling the information gradually. "And he received a prophecy that one day, one of his children would overthrow him as King. So he decided to counteract this by eating his children. But his wife, Rhea, was annoyed by this after five children and decided to hide baby Zeus, giving Kronos a rock to eat instead. Then, when Zeus was grown up, he tricked Kronos into drinking something horrible that made him throw up his brothers and sisters-"

"Eeew!" said one of the girls behind Galahad, which the young man promptly ignored.

"-and so there was a war between the Gods and Titans," Galahad continued, "and the Gods won."

"Very good, Mr Jackson," Mr. Brunner nodded in approval at Galahad's explanation. "But, now, I shall pose to you a more philosophical question. Why do you think it is important to know these things in real life?"

Galahad tilted his head softly, furrowing his brow. He didn't like the way he'd been asked that. It sounded normal to anyone else, but Galahad was used to the double meanings that questions could have. A knight he might have been, he also had to deal with a fair amount of politics in his time. Bribing, underhanded deals… Hell, he'd even been sent a few marriage proposals!

Galahad answered with what he thought was a very important lesson, "Because everything we learn from school can be applied, even in ways we don't expect it too. Most students might claim that Math is a pointless subject, but we'll use it all the time to manage our finances. Some will claim English is boring, but it's important we know how to write formally when sending out letters to get things like jobs. While I do not yet know the important of knowing Greek Mythology, I'm sure that one day I'll discover just what it is."

Mr. Brunner smiled, nodding in approval at the answer. "Full credit to you, Mr Jackson. The things we learn in school can always be applied to real life, even when you will least expect it. On that note, I believe that it is now time for lunch. Mrs. Dodds, would you lead us back outside?"

The class drifted outside, the girls holding their stomachs, the guys pushing each other around and acting like a bunch of- in Galahad's opinion- fools. They all gathered on the front steps of the museum, as a huge storm was brewing overhead.

The storm somewhat worried Galahad, if he was quite honest. Ever since Christmas, the weather had been quite unnatural. They'd had snowstorms, flooding, and even wildfires from lightning strikes.

'My king give me strength,' Galahad thought to himself as he took a seat on the steps by himself. His lunch box sat on his lap and he ate quietly by himself, simply looking over the other students as they enjoyed their day.

In a way, Galahad was pleased that life was so peaceful. He'd lost many of his comrades during the wars, and since he'd ascended to the heavens after achieving the grail he'd missed the battle of Camlann in which the Kingdom fell.

But now he was happy to see children that didn't have to live in fear of war and were simply able to enjoy the childhood they'd been denied.

Galahad's joy at seeing such interactions was cut short as his senses tingled. In fiction, people were often said to have a sixth sense of sorts, that allowed them to sense when something dangerous was about to happen, or if someone dangerous was nearby. Contrary to what people believed, this was not fiction. Galahad himself had gotten a sixth sense such as that after years as a knight, and currently it was going haywire.

Galahad somewhat forcefully wolfed down the rest of his meal, and chugged what remained of his water bottle, before throwing both in the trash and making his way back into the museum. As he did so, he felt something was following him from within the shadows.

'This presence…' It was one Galahad had associated with that of the feeling Mrs. Dodds and Mr. Brunner gave off. Both had given off subtle presences, unique in their own way. Mr. Brunner felt like nature, a spring breeze. While Mrs. Dodds felt like a raging fire, and the kind of battle presence a Berserker might have had in a grail war. But both were definitely dangerous.

This presence was no different, though he couldn't quite pin down the kind of presence they gave off. All he knew was that they had malicious intentions towards him, which was why he walked deeper into the museum, away from everyone else. He'd have to fight with his Shield, as he didn't hold any sword at the moment.

Once he was sure they were deep enough into the museum, he summoned his Noble Phantasm. The large, cross-shaped, shield stood by his side as his gaze turned to the shadows. "Come out," he said in a voice filled with authority. "I know you are there. You cannot hide from me."

Out of the shadows, stepped two figures. Brothers, if their similar looks were any indication. Their chests were bare, and they both had hair as black as the knight, along with horns coming out of their heads. On their backs were bows and quivers, and in their hands were bronze swords.

It might have also been worth mentioning that from the waist down, they were horses.

"Oh, so the little Godling was able to sense us?" The one on the left said, and Galahad noted he had blue eyes, in opposed to his brother's green. "And here we thought you were entirely naïve to us. No matter! Now we can kill you and get this over with!"

"Who are you?" Galahad demanded, shield ready for combat as his sea green eyes narrowed at the two. These Centaur were twisted, evil. He could tell just from a mere glance at them.

"Lad doesn't know of us, brother!" The one on the right said, laughing, his green eyes burning with twisted desires. "I'm Hylaeus, and this is my brother Rhaecus! Perhaps you've heard of our story?"

Galahad frowned, slowly trying to recall. Hylaeus, and Rhaecus. Yes, it was coming back. Hylaeus and Rhaecus, Centaur brothers, and they were most famous for trying to…

Oh…

Oh.

Sea green turned into gold as Galahad's rage began to grow. He wasn't just reborn from his Shielder Class, he was reborn from all classes he qualified for within the throne of heroes. He, of course, made the unique Shielder Class. He also made the class of Saber, as a knight it was natural.

However, he also qualified for a third class… Berserker.

This status as a berserker came from a lesser known version of his legend, where he did not ascend to Heaven upon achieving the grail, and instead returned to Camelot. He would later sleep through the entire battle of Camlann and rush the battlefield and attack who he thought was an enemy in his rage… Only to realise it was Lancelot, his own father, who killed him at the same time. One way the Du Lac line could have ended.

His rank in Madness Enhancement was low, D at most, but it was enough. He felt his anger growing slightly as his golden eyes burned into the twin Centaur. Of all the things Galahad truly detested in this world, nothing was higher on his list than betrayal… And rape.

"Valiant Wall of Snowflakes," he whispered, his body being coated in a veil of snowflakes for a moment before it vanishes. He hoisted up his Noble Phantasm, his eyes narrowing on the two Centaur. They continued to give him those cocky grins.

Their grins didn't last.

In the next moment, Galahad vanished from their sights in a burst of speed. His shield slammed into Hylaeus' face with enough force to send the Centaur flying into the opposing wall, along with some broken teeth.

"Brother!" Rhaecus yelled, before snarling at Galahad, charging at him with bronze sword drawn. "You will pay for that!" he roared as he swung down towards Galahad.

"You're too slow," Galahad said, sounding… Disappointed as he merely began to side-step Rhaecus' attempts to cut him down. After a minute of non-stop dodging, Galahad let go of his shield and moved inside of Rhaecus' guard in a single smooth motion.

"Fly away," Galahad told him, before thrusting forwards with his palm as his arm… No, his entire body seemed to rotate to generate extra force. His palm made contact with Rhaecus' stomach… Before his eyes widened in shock as Rhaecus' didn't move so much of an inch. "H-how!?"

"Damn, that hurt brat," Rhaecus growled, using Galahad's momentary shock to his advantage. He kicked him in the stomach and sent him skidding back a few feet. "Heh, your body is surprisingly weak for someone so fast, you know?"

Weak… That was it! How could he have been so foolish as to not notice!? He didn't train his body nearly as much as he did while he was a Knight, meaning his body wasn't even close to the standards of strength he was used to. He'd miscalculated. A Servant reborn he might be, this body was not the body of a Servant.

"Killing you will be even easier than I thought," Rhaecus laughed as his brother made his way out of the wall, walking over with his own sword drawn. "Come now brother, together!"

"Aye, we'll feast on his flesh for the next few weeks," Hylaeus growled in agreement as he raised his own sword above his head.

Galahad's eyes widened. He didn't have any time, he had to act before he lost his life. His shield shot from the ground, blasting over towards him. He caught it as the two began to their charge. He held the shield in front of him firmly, and steeled his heart, ready to activate his Noble Phantasm.

"Woah-ho, Percy!" came one of the last voices Galahad expected, his gaze flying over to see Mr. Brunner rolling by with a wheelchair and throwing a pen towards him.

All at once, everything seemed to move in slow motion. His free hand flew up and caught the pen. No, it wasn't a pen anymore, it was a sword. And as soon as Galahad's gaze landed on the weapon, his eyes widened in shock as he immediately realised it for what it was.

It was a Noble Phantasm.

Mr. Brunner had just tossed him a god damn Noble Phantasm.

Oh wait, scratch that.

Mr. Brunner had just tossed him a god damn Noble Phantasm that had given him its complete and unwavering allegiance!

He didn't have much time, he could feel the swords descending, and so Galahad made a risky move that he wouldn't have done under normal circumstances, something he could even consider reckless.

He bound the weapon to his legend.

To bind a Noble Phantasm to your legend, a few conditions had to be met. First, the Noble Phantasm needed to be at least minor in any other legend it was mentioned in, or completely non-existent.

Second, that Noble Phantasm had to give you its unwavering and absolute loyalty. That is to say, it must be sentient enough to give its owner their completely loyalty. About as loyal as Galahad was towards his own King, if not even more than that.

And third, you had to be ready for a hellish amount of pain to be blasted through your head as the knowledge of your new weapon completely filled your mind.

He found a sudden weakness in his legs as nothing but knowledge and information about Riptide filled his head, his grip on his shield slacking as the Centaur's swords slammed into the shield with enough force to make him lose his grip on it and making it fall to the ground. He expected them to immediately attack him in his moment of weakness, but instead he saw them glare to where Mr. Brunner had been.

"Bah, blast that man!" Hylaeus sneered. "Coming into our sights to distract us, and making sure our attacks have less force!"

"It's no issue, brother," Rhaecus told him with a smirk, raising his sword above his head as he stared down at Galahad. "The little Godling will die here, he can't stop us now."

Galahad wasn't paying attention. His gaze was only on Riptide, and he now held the sword with a sense of familiarity. It was like he'd always had this sword, always known this sword, and had fought countless battles with this sword.

He slowly rose up as he faced the two brothers, his golden eyes burning with determination. "I will not lose here, to the likes of you," Galahad denied. "Scum without honour, scum without morals. I, Galahad, shall end you both here with my authority as a Knight!"

With that, Galahad raised Riptide above his head, and focused. He could hear it clearly, as if it were always there. The turning tides, the roar of the oceans, the sounds of the waves against the shore.

What he held in his hands was no longer a mere Celestial Bronze sword. It was a C-Rank Anti-Army Noble Phantasm, a sword he'd obtained centuries ago from a wandering old man who was near death. He trained with this sword endlessly, learning its weight, its reach, everything.

As the swords of the brothers descended on him for a second time, Riptide's blade turned into a shimmering gold. This sword was initially one forged as an Anti-Monster weapon, however it was blessed by the Lady of the Lake and became a Holy Sword, later to be lost when Galahad obtained the grail and ascended to heaven.

"Riptide." Galahad uttered the name of the Noble Phantasm as he swung the sword downwards, and the room was bathed in a golden light, accompanied by the sounds of the roaring waves… And the screams of two dying Centaurs.

When the light cleared, Galahad found himself on one knee, using Riptide to support himself as he panted heavily. Lord Camelot returned to spirit form, vanishing into particles of light.

'I used a bit too much mana…' Galahad noted. In his haste to end the two Centaurs, he'd poured every single drop of Mana he'd had left into Riptide. It was just enough to activate the weapon, since binding it to his legend was very mana extensive.

Taking a deep breath, Galahad rose and was able to steady himself. His gaze fell on Riptide, the information of his new weapon raw in his mind. It was difficult to discern the fact he'd just added this weapon to his legend, he truly felt like this was his sword all along. But he knew better.

Shaking his head, he willed for the weapon to turn into its concealed form. And within moments, he held a pen, Mr. Brunner's favourite if memory served. He spared one last glance around the room, before he marched through the Museum and back out the front of it.

His gaze flitted around everyone, before his gaze landed on Mr. Brunner. The man seemed to be engrossed in the novel he held in his hands. Galahad walked over, pen in hand. He lifted it up and held it towards the Latin Teacher, "I think this is yours." Well, technically it was still Mr. Brunner's, though the weapon would now only obey Galahad absolutely.

Mr. Brunner looked at Galahad and smiled. "Ah, thank you Mr. Jackson," he said, reaching out. His finger touched the pen… And Mr. Brunner recoiled as if he'd been visibly struck, eyes wide in shock. "On second thought, I believe you should keep that pen Mr. Jackson. After all, one more does not go amiss, yes?"

"… I would appreciate if you did not lie to me, sir," Galahad said curtly. "Whatever magic you are using to fool everyone else, I am not someone who can be so easily tricked. Now, I plead of you: please give me a straight answer."

Mr. Brunner observed Galahad and snapped his fingers and a fresh blast of air past Galahad. "You went inside to eat in peace, and found my pen which had dropped out of my coat pocket, and I allowed you to keep it. You do not remember fighting Hylaeus and Rhaecus."

Galahad's eyes narrowed. "… So, was that attempt at illusion magic the best trick you had?" He asked, making Mr. Brunner shocked that he'd seemed to resist. "I do not appreciate when people attempt to cloud my mind with lies, I've had enough of that for one lifetime. Now… I ask you tell me what you know, or you shall lose what little trust I have left in you."

All at once, Mr. Brunner seemed to slump down and seem as if he had aged several years. "… Very well, Mr. Jackson," he said finally. "But I beg of you, can we wait to discuss this until we reach Yancy? There are delicate words to be said, and Yancy is currently the safest place for discussions to take place."

"… Very well."