Sir Lancelot: A Narrative Fiction

We were starting our hike finally and it was relatively peaceful in the third morning from the siege. The effects of the rain from the past two nights made the forest seem to come to life.
“Sir Lancelot?” I asked. “Why are we going away from the castle?” “We need to gather reinforcements,” he replied cutting down a low-lying branch with his sword. I almost asked where when a wolf leapt out of the bushes straight at me. I ducked and ran in the opposite direction not wishing to have anything to do with the wolf or any fauna in the forest. A low mellow howl came from behind me and as I turned the wolf was dead, stabbed by Sir Gawain. The thing that scared me more was Sir Lancelot advancing quickly towards me. He threw a sharply pointed stick

“Odin, you will now be trained and disciplined like a knight. Your training will begin now that you have shown enough knightly principles to become one.” Though my entrance into training as a beaten up, tired shadow of a person was not the best opening I gave a silent whoop for joy. This was the moment my mother and I had been waiting for, for a long, long time. As we made our way across the forest the two knights showed me basic plant identification until they became aware that I already possessed this knowledge. I had studied hard every night hoping I would gain an advantage over some other squires. Sir Gawain trained me tirelessly for about a week he pushing me to my very limits. Push-ups soon became child’s play and pull-ups were just easy. Gawain put rocks in the food bag in addition to the fact that I was to carry everything else. Sir Lancelot showed me skills with the sword, shield, and pike. We didn’t have any maces due to their unbearable weight. When I was at the very brink of exhaustion and stopped to rest Gawain or Lancelot would discipline me. I suspected of Gawain having a little too much fun doing this. Several nights I was awakened for surprise drills and was instructed to do difficult endurance tests. One night I had to climb a tree with 50 lbs. of rocks in a bag on my back. I fell from a few feet the first time but was soon able to do it. Then I had to jump from tree to tree until I caught up with Gawain who was running on the

“I am sorry, but we must get to the other side as fast as possible so you need to work.” There was no argument to this so Greg started gingerly placing the boards for the bridge. When he finished around two hours after noon we started transporting our gear little by little. It was slow and took a long time when we finished it was almost dusk. Greg was on the other side of the canyon. Sir Lancelot took the rest of the gear to the other side and then Sir Gawain went. I took up the rear holding a seax knife in my belt and a small package of food. The bridge started to creak near the end and then a cracking noise could be heard which made both me and Gawain break into a run. The bridge collapsed under our feet and fell into the abyss below. Sir Gawain leapt and got a hand on the ledge and was quickly pulled up by Greg and Lancelot. I managed to grab a rope and hold on, but hit the wall of the canyon hard and Ialmost let go of the rope. Sir Lancelot grabbed but the force pulling it down was too much. Sir Gawain and Greg soon helped him but they could only stop me from