Sir Lancelot - From Glory to Ruin

0: Prelude

The battlefield would make one reminisce about a lost wasteland, desolated over the spoils of war.
Warriors held their blades. Archers held their bows. The cavalry charged forward.
The armies collided at last, noisily.
Shouts of pain, anguish and death were the staples in those brief moments, besides the smudges of blood.
The field was eerie. Bathed in the cold moonlight in that foggy night.

"For King Ban!" Many hopeless knights shouted from the top of their lungs as they ran to meet their honorable demise.
"For King Claudas!" the opposing army yelled, in response. However, these soldiers had a clear advantage, almost as if they knew the formation that had been planned from Bans Army in preparation.
King Ban's army was depleting as fast as one could blink.

As for King Ban himself... He was reposing in the last castle under his wing, his domain, alongside his queen and successor, his newborn son. The silver armor wearing king looked desparate, walking from side to side in a haste.
"Is this the end...?" Queen Helen asked, sitting in her chair. Her voice trembled with the dreadful thought that the prosperity between kingdoms had come to a halt.
"We were betrayed!" the king angrily shouted knocking a golden cup out of the window. "The kingdom of Benwick shan't fall..." the king murmured, insecurity and despair finally taking a toll on him.
The king's attention suddenly shifted to the left corner of the ornate room, where a mysterious, yet mesmerizing figure began taking shape. The kings focus, however, changed once more. He had heard the castles gates being burst open.
Upon hearing this, Queen Helen herself could not retain her despair and with a miserable shout she ran to her infants crib. However, this motherly instinctive action was soon interrupted by the blue figure, which had just now taken the form of a beautiful white haired maiden, who with a fast yet respectable bow facing the Queen, touched the baby and vanished in the blink of an eye, nowhere to be seen.
Both the maiden and the child.
"Galahad!" the poor queen cried out, hurt, not even knowing what to think anymore as her husband, the king, gripped his closeby sword in the precise moment the door to their room had been knocked down, letting the remnants of the opposing army in the room, led by his seneschal.
"You..." the king said, not believing his eyes.
The Kingdom of Benwick was done for.