Galahad's History
"Look mom, I'm a knight!" �?? little Galahad shouted swinging his wooden sword, �?? �??C'mon, Mom, I'm really brave!�?�. Mother, tired from a long work day just smiled looking at her growing son. It's not easy raising a child alone, especially when the levies are becoming higher reducing the already meager wages of ordinary peasants.
The years passed, mother was getting old and Galahad, all grown-up, replaced her in the field. But even after all the work under the burning sun, the young man never stopped training with a sword, now with the iron one. Swing, chop, block! Sweat fills the young man's eyes, hands do not obey. Another strike! Loreen, Galahad's mother, was watching her son and waving from the porch, telling him that he doesn't need all that training and should rest. But her eyes were shining with an infinite love, hiding some long-standing mystery.
Once, in the middle of the day, Galahad heard someone screaming nearby. He dropped his hoe, grabbed the sword and rushed to the noise. A large group of heavily armed raiders surrounded a respected old man. Nevertheless, he was holding up. A sword was directed at the throat of one of the bandits, showing that the man didn't want to give up that easily. Taking advantage of the moment, Galahad rushed onto enemies and made them run away.
Since then the young man has become a faithful helper of Sir Raymond �?? that was the name of the man Galahad saved. All his life the famous knight has been serving his country and had no wife or children. Raymond and Loreen developed a strange relationship, these people seemed like they had known each other for years. The knight and his young protégé cleansed forests from the bandits and rescued people regardless of their ranks and titles. It seemed like everything was going in the right direction.
But happiness didn't last long. Some people envious to get his inheritance weren't OK with the lonely aristocrat's new friends. And when Galahad and Sir Raymond went on a hunt, one of the bribed servants fired at the young man. The knight turned his horse, pushed Galahad away and was wounded in the shoulder. The arrow was poisoned, and after a few agonizing days, Raymond died. But before his last breath, he gave Galahad a thick envelope.
It had inheritance papers inside, a note on the passing of the title and a letter in which Raymond shared that Loreen, Galahad�??s mother, was his beloved whom he had to leave when he was sent to the war. And the young man was in fact his son. Hearing this story, Sir Galahad swore an oath worthy of his parent.
�??I'm a knight!�?� �?? he exclaimed, waving his sword made of the legendary Kharunian steel, �?? �??I will hold to the father's title and will always serve for the good of Dominion!�?�
Galahad�??s Dream
From time to time everyone wakes up in a cold sweat because of nightmares. Galahad is no exception. One night he was recovering from a terrible dream lying in his bed and staring into a void. He still felt the weight of the armor, created by the gloomy masters of infernal forges.
Galahad remembered every detail of the nightmare: the clapping of clawed wings behind his back, the bright flame of a sword devouring human souls, and his own laughter bordering on insanity. But the strangest thing was that he stood at the right hand of Archdemon himself, like an old friend and a devoted servant.
What was it, mind games or prophetic visions of the impending disaster?
Sly's story (Galahad's cat)
It was raining when Galahad saw him - small, shivering and soaked through. The cat was curled up in a ball against the wall of the tavern, and cold drops dripped from the drain directly onto his crumpled fur. On that day, the Guardian could not pass by the poor animal, and, wrapping it in a cloak, took it to the estate. Grooming, feeding and training turned the cat into a real handsome man named Sly.
A few years later, Galahad was awakened by a strange noise, the source of which was right outside the bedroom door. Grabbing the sword, the Guardian jerked open the door with a sharp movement and got into a fighting stance, preparing for the worst. And what did he see? Sly sat in the middle of the corridor with a completely innocent look, and in the corners lay the bodies of torn apart enemies and traitors who had sold themselves to the Dark. Stretching lazily, the cat released its claws, finished off the last saboteur, and then, purring deeply, began to wipe itself on the owner's feet.
