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Lancelot eyed his surroundings with great confusion. He remembered battling a couple of knights from the underworld, and then a bright flash of dark light. He woke up in a strange place, somewhat sandy and surprisingly hot. He stood up and brushed the sand off of his armor, and removed his helmet to give him some resistance from the heat. <Step, Step, Step, Step> "Where...am I?" <Step, Step, Step, Step> "This isn't Camelot, nor is it Avalon. Maybe this is... where Sonic came from?" "HALT!" The dark hedgehog looked up at the two guards blocking his path with their spears. "Speak your name and your purpose for heading toward the kingdom!" He growled, and reached behind his back to grab Arondight in defense. The two guards readied themselves for battle, and the three combatants lunged at each other. However, all three of them faltered slightly as a figure dashed in between the foray. "HOLD IT!! Why are you fighting him? Can't you see that he is a wearily traveler who has lost his way?" The guards bowed their heads in shame. "Sinbad!! Forgive our quarreling. Yet he was heading in the direction of the kings Castle. We were only carrying out our duties." Sinbad Sighed. "Fine then, carry on. However, don’t think that the king will not hear of this incident. Understood?" Again, the guards bowed their heads in shame. Sinbad walked toward Lancelot, who seemed entranced by his mysterious encounter. "Don't worry about the guards; they will bring no harm to you.  How about we head over to my abode so we can talk about your adventurous journey here?" Lancelot nodded and they walked toward Sinbad's mansion together. 

~Sinbad's Mansion~

 Lancelot looked around in wonder. He viewed so many Jewels, so many Statues of Sinbad, and a multitude of servants that bade to his every wish. 'Maybe this won’t be so bad...' They walked into a dining room where a multitude of guests sat, anxiously awaiting the arrival of their food. As soon as they noticed Sinbad, they cheered... and started whispering to one another after Lancelot entered the room. Sinbad cleared his throat. "Friends, this young traveler has ventured far to come here, and for tonight he will be a guest in this house. So please, welcome him with great generosity from our great city!" The guests cheered and a large amount of food filled the table. Sinbad sat in his chair, and motioned for Lancelot to sit beside him. "So tell me, adventurer. What is your name?" Lancelot cleared his throat. "I am Lancelot, knight of the round table. Or, well... used to be. After a blue hedgehog named Sonic left our world, we disbanded. Our new king, Allen, disbanded us and called upon a new quarry of knights. Since we went our separate ways, I decided to slay the remaining monsters that still roamed around. I entered into a lengthy battle with a great dragon, because he guarded a treasure that can be used to purge the remainder of the monsters from the world. However, just as I was about to dash past the dragon to catch enough distance to deal an ending blow, a bright flash of dark light hit me. I woke up in the sand, near a large castle before you appeared. If it weren’t for this chance meeting, I might have been locked away.
I thank you, Sinbad." He bows to his host, but he is interrupted by a hand on his shoulder. "No no. No need for such formalities. I am merely pleased that you have taken the time to explain your adventure to me. I have two more questions though. Are you intent on returning home?" Lancelot looked toward his Sword and back toward Sinbad. "Considering how my comrades don't work with me anymore and the king treating me as an exile, then not likely." Sinbad's friendly smile widened. 'Hm... If he has no desire to return home... maybe he can be of some use to me.' "Hm... you seem to be a skilled fighter. Would you be interested in becoming a bodyguard?" Lancelot rubbed his chin in thought. 'Hm... Maybe I can use this offer to my advantage. He looks exactly like Gawain, and possibly preforms like him too.' "I seem to not have anything else to do. And what about payment?" Sinbad nodded in agreement. "Your efforts will not go unrewarded. I pay my servants generously. So you shall receive the same." Lancelot smirked. "No, I am not referring to money. I lust for something... else." Sinbad flinched in surprise. He had never met someone who never wanted payment in money before. "So... what form of payment do you desire?" Lancelot smirked and ran his finger underneath his host's chin. "I prefer to be paid, with pleasure. Not pleasures of greed... but pleasures of the flesh." The dinner guests gasped as they watched the entire foray carry on. Sinbad looked toward the wall in thought. 'Dammit. I've never met someone who wanted to be paid in... That way. However, I need a bodyguard. My other one died in an attempt to protect me. Should I trust him.... wait! He crossed paths with that hedgehog! If He can act better than that blue idiot, then I can trust someone like him. "I have never ever been asked to pay in this way, but if that is what you desire then I will hire you. I am in desperate need of a new bodyguard, and I must make sacrifices if need be." Lancelot grinned in acknowledgement and bowed on one knee, grabbing Sinbad's hand and kissing it. "I am at your service."

To be continued in the next chapter…