Percival:

There we were, Sir Lamorak and I. We were fighting some bandits who had recently escaped jail. Lamorak didn't notice something. A bandit came up behind me and stabbed me in the stomach. By the time he had fought off all the bandits, he must of thought it was too late. He left me there to die.

I felt myself slipping. It was welcome. I felt as if I were floating. Literally. I opened my eyes a bit, then all the way. I was floating! My body was not touching the ground! I searched for the cause. I saw Lancelot's son holding me up in the air somehow.

"Galahad…." I murmured, then I slipped into unconsciousness once more.