Fate/Dark Knight

Chapter Three: The Tale of Alaric

(Replace Darth Vader with Lancelot)

Lancelot was about land another blow instinctively I gathered mana to both my hands manifesting small orbs to hold the attack off. When his wooden sword clashed against my open palmed hands the orbs released an intense beam of mana until the blade shattered while I was flung back.

I groaned attempting to stand back up when an armored hand extended itself forward towards me warily, I look up to see Lancelot looking proud a bit warily I grasped his arm pulling myself up.

"You did quite well Alaric I apologize about my rather rough treatment I wanted to push you more to see your limits in order to have a better understanding on how your training should be like and how your schedule will be," Lancelot said with an apologetic tone.

I shook my head "n-no it's quite fine Sir Lancelot I understand," I replied Lancelot smiles patting my shoulder "come today was merely an evaluation I know of an excellent nearby inn where we can have some lunch my treat,"

The walk to the inn was silent with Lancelot taking some awkward glances at me when we finally made it to the inn Lancelot started our order to the bar keep while I picked a table for the two of us.

Lancelot finally comes back from his talk with the bar keep "so..." he began I raise a brow "so what?" I question Lancelot coughs giving a rather sheepish expression "well you are my apprentice now I feel as though I should get to know you better, but I-I do not wish to be insensitive...considering how our King found you," he explained.

I remain silent in contemplation "I suppose I can tell you the first thing you need to know is that I wasn't always a slave I used to be in an orphanage nearby a small village my time there wasn't always the best, but it was home," I slowly began to explain as the server arrived placing our plates and drinks down.

My eyes began to narrow a look of darkness dawning over my golden slit eyes "one day the head matron had instructed to me to retrieve something from the village but when I arrived, I saw flames every where..it was like hell itself had invaded people were screaming blood laid splattered on the roads all the while I remained standing in fear at what I saw," I paused to catch my breath.

"I remember running back after that to go check on the orphanage but what awaited me there wasn't the orphanage or rather, I should instead say that it was no longer standing.

In its ashes stood a group of bandits taking the other children into cages w-while another group of bandits began to ha-have their way with the head matron," I continued with a stutter of rage tinting my voice.

I reached out taking a long swig of water from my goblet while taking a few scoops of my stew "long story short after I made the mistake of stepping on a branch they heard it and captured me sold me along with the others to the highest bidder which as you know was my former and dead master Clind Williams," I summed up as the fingers on my right hand began tapping the table while I sipped more of my water.

Lancelot swallows with a look of guilt "I -I see now I am sorry Alaric perhaps if I or the king had been aware then we could have prevented everything," he says. I gave a bittersweet smile in response "you don't need to blame or place any of the guilt on yourself Sir Lancelot," I replied to ease him down.

"Now then why don't you tell me a bit about yourself?" I ask this time while scooping up some more stew while Lancelot nodded "well my tale begins not in this realm but in a realm called the land of Fae...." and so Lancelot began to explain while I listened in with the utmost attention especially once he mentioned how he was raised by a Fae.

-End of chapter three-

Sorry it took so long to update I was having a bit of motivation problems and was constantly getting distracted by other things hehe.