Lansoni Gift Preview
Uh, hey @juju-pkmn5, remember I mentioned something about a present? Well, a lot of ideas went through my mind...and this one stuck out the most. I thought of sharing a small preview of what I have so far? Lol, m’am, this is my first time writing Lansoni, and it’s not as simple as many of us knew. But I’m giving it a try? yeah... here it is:
When he arrived upon this land, he was told to look for a sword and fulfill a duty. It was not new nor difficult for him—he had been chasing adventure since he was a mere child. However, what had chilled him to the bone was the news of never returning home, where his friends and many others awaited his return. The Hero of Mobius belonged to…well, Mobius, not Avalon. Though, if he were honest with himself, Sonic had slowly forgotten about his place back home, being swept away by a new venture, or as his new friend, a dignified sword called it: a quest. Admitting another truth to himself, the blue hero had to acknowledge that he did break into a small sweat when his fight against a fake King Arthur turned into a race to save the kingdom from a perilous future. Sure, Merlina’s actions weren’t completely wrong, but she had to understand that immortality, the state of never fading away, was just as dangerous as her grandfather’s magical illusion of a false king. The power was not used correctly nor should it have been used in such a way in the first place. But what really mattered, in the end, was that she learned that they all needed to live their lives to their fullest with the time they did have.
That was how he always saw it.
Yet with those events happening almost two years ago, Sonic still remained in Camelot, and not just as the commonly known Knight of the Wind but as Avalon’s unofficial crowned king as well. Never finding extravagant titles fitting for him, the hero had figured there was no use in thrusting the throne upon him, along with the mounting duties of a royal, because he had surely believed he would have been home by now. Even so, the three knights he had the pleasure of getting to know days after the battle with the Dark Queen, and the kind Lady of the Lake had bowed to him…
Although it had been awkward, Sonic realized he was going to have to get used to it because as the days grew into weeks and soon becoming months...he had learned he was stuck. Ironic, really. The Blue Blur, the fastest thing alive, the hedgehog that called the wind his only master, was stuck; he had no way of leaving the traditional lands of which were spoken about in books and tales. And it was in those months that blended into the mark of the first year that Sonic had another emotion dawn on him.
Originally, it had been buried under all the adrenaline and excitement of fighting against easy foes with familiar faces—a particular one had brought a wave of unresolved feelings actually—joining him at his side. Ever the one to steer clear of any emotional thoughts, Sonic pushed the feeling away, endlessly disguising the ache in his chest for that of a weak hit from his opponent at the moment. Moreover, he tried to think of those around him as his real friends, the ones that must have noticed his indefinite absence back home were probably never to be seen again. Once more, the blue hero pushed those disquieting thoughts away, making sure to put them under lock and key, almost following the steps of a close friend--
Like the sunlight breaking through a cloudy sky, like a beacon shining through a thick fog, or like having a blindfold ripped away from his eyes for them to blink open and finally see, his most trusted knight’s voice banished away all his negative thoughts, and taking a deep breath in response, one he didn’t know he was holding back, he smiled. Out of everything that had been causing him distress and the buildup of anxiety for a multitude of reasons, there was one person that Sonic managed to latch onto to anchor himself and take comfort in during his…troubling times.
“Sire, are you alright?” The knight’s voice came again, worry seeming to fill his tone the second time. After taking another deep breath, Sonic turned around, facing away from the sunset that he had decided on watching from his place on the balcony, a grand space connected to the king’s sleeping quarters. Having requested, an action he still found uncomfortable, his knight’s presence a few minutes ago, his emerald eyes met the signature, recently polished armor of the Ultimate Knight, the most prominent champion of the Knights of the Round Table, the son of Lady Nimue and highly-honored man in Avalon--well, Sonic took first place with being king and all but that didn’t matter.
Because to him, he was just Lancelot...Lance, to be exact.
Long freaking preview but something to 👀 👀 👀 Lol, I do hope you enjoy this tid bit though...I’m still working on it, and trust me, the ending...it’s gonna be something you won’t expect.