Fate/Knights of the Round

Chapter 2: Sir Lancelot

Sir Lancelot. 'The Knight Of the Lake' as he referred too by in stories. Often admired as the strongest knight among the Round Table.

Born in France among a simple merchant family, Lancelot's life began as normal for one in this period of history. His family was not wealthy, and they managed to make due with what Fate had delivered to them.

Lancelot's father was a farmer, often working in the fields in the morning; while his Mother worked many types of role as an artisan, whether it be selling clothes or creating pottery. Occasionally, Lancelot's mother helped during harvest season tending to the livestock and other jobs that his Father could not.

It was to be a simple life for Lancelot, there was no grand idea or ideal he was striving for, just surviving till tomorrow. He was told a few stories even at his very young age. They were ease him to bed. Stories of adventure or heroics, but all the parents could want was their child to live a decent life, and hopefully a long one.

Lancelot was berated for playing with some older kids, pretending to be heroes of some fantasy. His mother did not wish for her son to follow down that path.

It was always filled with sorrow and death so she was adamant on making sure he grew up to be a calm and quiet man, contempt with a simple life.

Her words would be stuck to him forever, to just be happy with a simple and small life, adventure would never satisfy the heart completely.

Her wishes were not to be fulfilled-- a fateful day came when a storm rolled through the region. Lancelot and his family were traveling on a mountain pass together attempting to seek refuge back at their home but a sudden and devasting landslide caught them by surprise.

It all happened quite fast, Lancelot cannot recall correctly whether it was his Mother or Father or both of them whom shielded him from the hazard. But what is still clear was being immediately struck with pain as soon as the landslide bashed into them.

Landslide did not take long to settle at the bottom of valley, it was mostly just blurs of the enviroment, lightning striking or complete darkness before the landslide stopped.

Lancelot lay beneath broken timber and rocks as not able to move at all. His legs were trapped beneath much rubble, and his left arm was broken: bone protuding from where his elbow was. Pure aderlinine ran through Lancelot keeping the pain out for awhile but it slowly came at him eventually becoming numb to it.

The bodies of his parents skewered about were enough to burn into the young child's mind.

Lancelot screamed and cried out for anyone to help him even to his parents whom would not answer back, but there was not a soul nearby. Lancelot felt like he was there for hours maybe even days as he tried to lift up the rocks and timber burying him into the mud below, but to no avail.

Just the rain patting against his face at an inconsistent tempo to drive him insane...

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A lone rider rode into the Valley eventually, a woman on a quest. She was in search of something beyond normal understanding and happened to come across the devastation, it was chance she found Lancelot's broken but still breathing body.

She freed the frightened child from the wreckage and took him to safety.

This was the turning point for Lancelot's Fate, he could have died and gone to be with his parents but Fate had more cards it wanted it see played out.

The woman whom had rescured Lancelot was Lady Nimue, a child of the Fey and a friend of Uther Pendragon's court.

Finding the boy to be without a family, Lady Nimue adopted the young Lancelot into her house and he soon grew to be a confident warrior.