Creative Writing: The Knight's Code

The forest had gone.... and the Witch looked much younger. Audette opened her eyes and had found herself upon a brow of white lilies. The shape of the shrouded old woman seemed changed. Having turned around, and opened her mantle to the tearing gusts, Meliza revealed to the young lady two streams of shinging blackness and smooth white flesh. Audette stopped in her tracks.

“THE FIRST COMMANDER IS GETTING RESTLESS, we need to hurry,” a fair-haired Kingsman stated to another. He enters first through the singed door of the last home near the entrance to the grain fields, locking eyes with a disheveled young maiden holding on tightly to a frightened little boy.

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

But observing his Knight Commander carefully, Perceval saw the corner of the man’s mouth turn up just a fraction. Lionel probably understood that the men needed to have a little fun now and again. Still, Perceval was happy to listen and laugh occasionally, but sharing the details of his experiences with women didn’t seem

Dr. Hunith reached out and took Gwaine’s hand. “I can do better than that. One of you can come in for the birth. Sefa wants you both there, but unless I want to be tossed out of this hospital onto my head and lose my medical license, only one of you can be in the room. I wish it could be both of you.”

Weeks later, as Snowman stares into the familiar bright green eyes, he thinks back to what led him here, forgetting the fact that in a few moments, his whole world will be turned upside down.

It was unclear what exactly woke up the small elf, maybe the unfamiliar sounds of horse hooves against the ground, maybe the bright sunlight shining through the sparse forest, maybe the motions of the carriage from the uneven terrain, or some divine forsaken mixture of the three. When she attempted raising her arms to shield her eyes from the harsh light, she discovered that they had been bound together, and rather tightly at that. 'Great,' she thought to herself.

"I honestly cannot stand this!" growled Percival, pacing Gwaine's bedchamber, as Rion looked on with wide eyes. "I have to go in there, do something…"

Gawain stood there with a knot in his chest, trying to swallow his fear, not the fear of the huge green man standing before him but of the fear of death. who knows how to be manipulated, who knows how to bossed around and walked on, who can’t say no. When you’re a knight you’re disposable, just a faceless man who knows how to swing a sword. He had never really accepted the fact that he is a dead man walking whose life is being counted on the sand in an hourglass, the last few grains are running out and they’re about to be just another grain of wasted time.

“You knights and the king’ll stop this Morgane and her men, won’t you?” she asked Perceval as she packed. “Everyone’s right terrified. And it’s not just them! One of my girls saw those men from the Highlands… scary looking dressed in furs and with drawing on their bodies.”

For an instant, with his best mate planted on his lap, Perceval wondered if Gawain had gone mad. It took him a moment to realize Gawain was trying to save him from Elora’s attention and prevent Joan from getting upset. While Perceval hardly enjoyed being the center of attention, he played along.

The concept of honor and the connection of living our life with honor has been pondered by philosophers, intellectuals, and the common people. Even as far back as medieval times, the idea of honor is a key factor in what shapes the rules of society. Knights would try their best to apply the Code of Chivalry to their everyday lives. The Code of Chivalry is a compilation of rules that guide the knight to be what was considered honorable in their time. Most knights would try to live to the code, but it could be seen that knights would violate the code which create a horrible consequence for him and the people around him. An example could be seen with Roland in The Song of Roland, and Perceval in “The Story of the Grail”. Two knights trying their

During morning combat training with the other knights, Perceval was so distracted by his anxiety over asking Will for Joan’s hand in marriage that one of the prospective knights landed a solid mace blow to Perceval’s gut. Perceval stood on the field and shook off the blow with a laugh as if it was nothing, but now, standing in his chambers with a cold cloth pressed against his bruised abdomen, he felt even more nauseated. Now he had to contend with an injury and Joan’s father. This was going to be a rough day.

As Perceval progressed, he considered Gawain’s advice: “Keep your head on straight.” Perceval would do just that; however, part of focus meant conjuring anger. That emotion would keep him sharp and fierce. He took a moment to recall the violence Joan and her friends had endured at the hands of the Picts, the Pict’s who’s assaulted them on their honeymoon, and the Pictish attacks on the king and queen. It was time these northerners paid, and heartily.

Perceval remains a very impressionable young boy and his mother teaches him loyalty. For that, Perceval loves him mother dearly. Perceval may not have been the most sophisticated man around, however, when he did know how to do something he did it exceedingly well. He could not forget his love for his God though. God was a huge factor for knights and their beliefs. “Perceval, the story relates, had lost his memory so totally that he no longer remembered God.” (Story of the Grail, 457) Once Perceval found his way back to God, he was seen as the better knight because of his love for Him. Ultimately, Perceval is the one who is graced with being able to see the grail because he was such a simple, hardworking fellow. He did not abuse his strengths or downplay his weaknesses.