*putting credit here* *cover coming as soon as I have my phone, lol* Christian and Angel belong to me, all other characters belong to Sega and Sonic Team, Camelot belongs to Sega and Sonic Team, the Gardens and Zion belong to me
Christian walks through the Gardens. The majestic trees and plants, colored beautifully as a rainbow, surround the gravel path. Once prized, treasured, by the kingdom and royalty of Zion, it now marks the border of the two allying kingdoms. Beyond the Gardens, beyond the former palace jewel of Zion, awaits Camelot. Among Camelot awaits Christian’s banishment. Christian grunts dismissively, kicking at the gravel. The path crunches beneath his armor. His sword drags on the ground at his side. The young prince reaches the gate. With a last feeble glance at the palace hidden in mountains far beyond the horizon, he passes through the gate. Christian enters Camelot, and his first hours of banishment. He scowls in annoyance. The young lion continues down the straight path. He does not look back, nor does he look up ahead of him. His gaze remains fixed on the ground. If it were not for his angered expression, someone would think he had found some interest in the bland gravel. He continues down his path for hours. The sun sets above him. Christian stops under a lone tree to rest, leaning against it. He raises his canteen to his lips, gulping down a mouthful of cool water. As he stares out the distance, he begins wondering aloud. “What have I done to reach this point? Not wanted in my own kingdom, among my own family. Hmph…” The young prince continues to watch the stars until his eyelids grow heavy. He slowly drifts off to sleep. Christian walks through the green fields. The grass spreads far, a bright blue sky hangs overhead, barely a cloud in sight. A delightful breeze glides through his mane. His surroundings are in stark contrast to his mood, his sulking glued to his expression. As he continues walking, a large castle looms in the distance. The castle of Camelot. “Perhaps Princess Angel could be of assistance?” Christian thinks aloud. He quickens his pace, jogging towards the castle as it grows closer. A hint of hope sparks in the young lion’s eyes. He rushes as fast as his heavy armor will allow. Christian reaches the castle, stepping inside. His confidence shines through his arrogant grin. The young prince marches through to the throne room. A young princess, a lioness of a beautiful silvery-white, watches as he bows in forced respect and slight awkwardness. “Your Highness, if I may, I have come seeking assistance,” Christian begins, standing from his kneeling position. The lion prince avoids eye contact, a slight blush, mostly well hidden, dusting his cheeks. The princess eyes him with suspicion. She sighs. “Assistance? How does thou expect me to be of service?” “My name is Christian, prince of thy ally, Zion,” the prince answers, looking towards yet not at her. “I was banished for crimes I do not know, and I wish for help convincing my father of my return.” Angel gazes down at the young prince. For a long, agonizing moment, she says nothing. Her mouth forms a thin line. “I cannot help thou,” she answers at last. “What?” “Thou heard me,” the princess sighs. “I cannot help thou. I have heard of thou, and thy father has informed me of thy banishment. I cannot help thou.” Christian does not bother to hide his scowl. “…Thou will not help me? Thy ally?” “Thy banishment was brought unto yourself.” With a furious growl, Christian turns his back on the princess. He marches out of the castle, all hope gone and replaced with anger.
