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Deep in the outer edges of the bright and vivid kingdom of Mistral lies the village of Broch Tuarach, in it lies a clan of warriors, and it is home to a child simply named Galahad, his parents call him Gale, though, his parents, so full of love, and happiness. Today, it was the annual Coming of Age ceremony, where the clan would welcome new warriors who had trained in the arts of war into their ranks. The ceremony would consist of festivals during the day, then the arena fighting, then to round out the night, a mighty feast all throughout the village. Galahad and his family had enjoyed the many carnival rides that the festivals had to offer, but then the evening came, and the gladiator arena fights began, with mighty clashes of metal, and shows of blood, crowds roared, but beneath all the light energy, lay the dark, and it was starting to swallow the light energy whole.

Just as one of the final bouts was about to begin, a single villager could be heard above the rest, his cry of fear, of death "GRIMM!". With that single cry sparked a chain reaction, of fear, hatred, and disdain for this constant enemy. Soon, the village began to fill with action, families hiding their children away, warriors grabbing their weapons, but it was all under the constant radiation of fear, this only made the Grimm faster, and stronger. Great packs of Beowolves, massive flocks of giant Nevermores, hordes of Ursa, before long, the village was mostly destroyed.

"Gale sweetie, everything is going to be alright, Daddy will fight off the monsters for us, okay." his mother said, tears dripping down her face, no matter how many times she assured her son's safety, she knew it was lie. his parents did not survive this attack, only he, it got to the point that his parents looked at each other and they both knew what must happen, his father embraced his mother in their last deep and passionate kiss, when they separated his parents gave Galahad a tight hug and said "Galahad, we want you to get up and start running, run as fast as you can away from the village, and when you can't run anymore, keep running, and if you fall, get back up and run some more, you have to survive, go my child, we love you." Galahad"s small and young mind was still trying to process the last 3 hours of his day, now his parents wanted him to run away, were they going to play a game of tag in the forest, or perhaps hide n go seek, Galahad didn't know, and he would never know. When Galahad didn't move his father grew angry and hasty "Galahad, listen to your mother, go, NOW!".

Scared of the retribution his father might bring down upon him, he did as he was told, he climbed out of the broken house that they had taken shelter and, and ran, ran away from his native village, ran away from his parents, and ran into the unknown. Fueled by what would come of his fate if he did not do as ordered. The deeper Galahad ran into the forest, the more weary he became, the more his feet dragged against the ground, until eventually, he tripped over something and didn't have the energy to get back up and continue, with his exhaustion consuming his body Galahad passed, and fell into a deep sleep, onto the stark white snow of the Mistralian forest scape.

The sight, smell, and temperature that greeted Galahad when he awoke were bliss compared to the cold of the forest, his eyes fluttered open, he was in a bed, with blankets draped over him to keep him warm, he began to sit up and found that he hurt, pretty much all over, when he let out a pained wince, it alerted the presence of a woman, she looked to see Galahad awake, and breathing, she gathered a cup of water and a pill and hurried over to Galahad "Here, swallow this, it will make the pain go away." Galahad studied the object and found that is was wise to listen to this woman, his tiny mind puzzling the pieces of his predicament together, he had deduced that his village was attacked by Grimm, and along with all the villagers, his parents were killed, he was the only survivor.

Life had been going smoothly for Galahad over the past few days, he had deduced more information about his situation, he was the medical wing of an orphanage. A place where they hold children who are not wanted by their parents, and he had also soon realized that he would soon be apart of the rest of the children who were forced to reside in this building. A part of a population of the world that knew no love from their parents, or who like Galahad, had lost them to Grimm or other means. Somewhere in the back of Galahad's small, yet perceptive mind, he knew that he was not going to enjoy his time in this place. He would either have to fight his way out, like the warrior he was born into being, or simply bide his time and wait.

"Through here , the boy is over here." he could hear the nurse that had been taking care of him say, Galahad craned his neck to look over at the entrance. Galahad knew that whatever came through that door, would either be an angel of mercy or be his worst nightmares made carnate. But when this supposed ' ' stepped through the door, he was confused for a time, then realized that this woman would be both, and angel, and a nightmare. "Thank you, leave us." The nurse did as instruct and knelt down to match the height that Galahad sat in the bed.

"What is your name child?' She asked kindly, Galahad hadn't spoken a word since those events transpired, and nearly choked out his own name "Ga-Galahad, ." he stammered out " the Last name?" she replied quickly, Galahad looked away from the woman and thought for a second, before choosing the last thing he saw before waking up in this wretched place "Snow, Galahad Snow is my name, ." she smiled and straightened then said "Come , it's time you join the other children, you have a very inquisitive and perceptive mind, I can tell by looking at you." she held out her hand, Galahad reluctantly accepted it.

6 Years Later

Here Galahad lie, 10 years old, and again, in the bed of the orphanage infirmary, depressed and wallowing in his own sorrow, all he wanted to do at this point was unplug the life support and let death take him. An accident had occurred in the dust mines beneath the orphanage, 'that damnable ', he had been right about her the moment he laid eyes on her, she had turned out to be both, an angel of mercy, and his nightmares made carnate. Galahad along with the rest of the children was in the mines when one of the children struck a wall, shaking rang throughout the mine but before anyone had realized what was going on, the ceiling had already started to collapse. Most of the children who had not been crushed by the falling debris made it to safety, Galahad, was not among those children, he had not been crushed in the beginning but while he was running, he tripped and fell, his right arm had somehow been sent forward extending all the way out, then the terrible happened. A series of rocks fell on his shoulder, arm, and hand breaking then beyond any repair. Galahad had passed out from the pain, and when he woke up, he was in the bed placed in the medical wing of the orphanage, with his right arm, and part of his collar bone removed, and bandaged. Now, Galahad was an orphan, stuck in a hellhole, and crippled.

'She will die, no matter how hard I have to work, she will die.' Galahad thought 'When I get out of this place, I'm taking a knife and I'm running it straight through her black heart.' Galahad never asked to be brought to the orphanage 6 years ago, on that day when he lost it all, when his village, fellow clansmen, and parents died. Galahad had not noticed the nurse walk in, and stick something onto his IV line, all he felt was overwhelming fatigue take him to sleep.

When Galahad awoke he was in the same bed, but this time without the bandages removed, he was able to crane his neck to see the full extent of the damage. The front half of his collar bone was missing, along with his shoulder and arm, just gone, the damage must have been irreparable if this was the only option, the damage must have been pretty extensive. 'They could have done the skin graft better' He thought as he looked at the wicked looking stretch mark.

"Through here, Headmaster, the patient is just through that room." Galahad heard the nurse say, he was broken out of his trance that he found himself in, staring at the wicked stretch mark of the haphazardly done skin graft "Thank you, please, leave us." replied the said HeadMaster. A man in a red and black suit rounded the corner, he bore a cut, and an angular face with a single scar above his left eye, his muscles could be seen pushing against his tight suit, he approached Galahad's bed and took a seat in one of the chairs next to it.

"You must be Galahad Snow. My name is HeadMaster Lancelot, of Arthuria Combat School, here in Mistral, and I have a proposition for you." Galahad shot a vile look at Lancelot and said "What could you possibly give me that would ever fix this." gesturing to his non-existent right arm with his left. Lancelot brandished a coy smile and replied; "For starters, all that you have lost, and then some." Galahad scoffed.

"How much exactly are you willing to give before I am satisfied, in case you haven't noticed, I'm an orphan, and a cripple, so you tell me exactly how much you are willing to give up, to make me happy." Lancelot leant forward in his chair and got in Galahad's face "I can give you what was taken from you, parenthood, the teachings of your clan, even a new arm.".

Lancelot leant back in the chair and crossed his arms "What do you say Galahad, don't you want to leave this place for good, leave it in the past, and maybe even burn it to the ground for the atrocities it committed towards you?".

Galahad looked at what remain of his arm, then at the stretch mark, and back at the HeadMaster, weighing his options in his head 'Stay here, and be miserable, or go with the HeadMaster and work my life back.' Galahad knew the answer, he looked at Lancelot and said; "Where do I sign." Lancelot smiled and replied "I already have, as of right now, you are now my legal son, and I your father, come, let's get you home.

7 Years Later

Seven more years pass and Lancelot held true to his promises, he gave Galahad a new arm, a home, but most importantly, the love of a father. Now, his preliminary training was complete, with Belligerence on his back, and Defiance on his hip, Galahad proved to be a very capable fighter. His bionic arm granting him a hefty amount of strength, along with his very muscled flesh and blood arm, allowed him to wield Belligerence, his Two Handed Chainsword, with unheard of skill, Galahad was no Pyrrha Nikos by any standards, but with more work and training, he would not be far behind.

Now, it was time for Galahad to leave, and start his own life, he didn't know where he would go, or how he would fare in the harsh reality of life as a warrior, maybe he'll go to a hunter academy, maybe, he'll go fight Grimm for the fun of it, and die in battle, but for all Galahad Snow knows, he's going to be fighting every step of the way