Origin of Fallen Grail

Fiction

by Fallen Grail

The candlelight splutters and throws an ominous shadow on the stoneclad wall. A metallic silver clad glove, grips a piece of parchment tightly.
Fallen Grail, hero, sighs gently. How did it come to this?

It was easier before, before the gift, the responsibility, before the mistake.
Honoured by some ancient order of Scottish monks to look after an ancient relic. Hmmph just barely out of school, an english teenager, 'chosen due to bloodlines', the youth was hardly gracious, or even willing, to protect the Holy Grail, Chalice of Christ,
Then the Grail took him, channelled his ambition, his drive, his willingness to strive for better. It appeared that as the guardian of this relic, he would be blessed with supernatural powers, a preternatural ability to harness holy bolts of energy, to weild the power and faith of the Grail.
He developed the ability to levitate and later on, with more practice, flight itself. The Grail Guardian was born, even on a few occasions aiding Flag 1, on some foolhardy, yet heroic undertaking. They were never reall close friends, but knew of each other, and there was a mutual respect.
Then some 10 years into his heroic mantle, he began to have doubts, fears and even more problematic, question his own self worth. In a fit of rage, The hero that was to become known as Fallen Grail, grew insidious and cast away the Chalice, his charge and fell into evil ways.
Taking on the moniker of 'Dark Grail', he stayed in the United Kingdom. And reaped a one man crime wave, which inevitably ended with the Flag 1, and Statesman bringing down the once noble hero.
Unable to simply incarcerate 'Dark Grail', Statesman with the aid of 'Azuria', and Sister Psyche, plunged deep into the twisted psyche and restored Grail to his once 'stable self'. There were side effects. All of the powers that he once had where gone. He had to regain all. With magickal incantations by Azuria, his powers only became restored by heroic undertakings. Ironically on the eve of Flag 1's last mission, he renamed Grail, Fallen Grail, and wished him a speedy recovery to power, as he felt the world, in particular a place called Paragon City would need him. With the closeness to Statesman and inparticular Azuria, Flag 1 believed it would be a much better place to begin anew.

The door opened. The warm face of Azuria, poked around the door.
"Yes milady?"
"Grail, I have a problem I need dealing with..."

"Okay. So...er....er.. yeah..absolutly...can't and will not happe....yes Crimson"
More thrice damned Malta, thought Fallen. Im still picking damned caltrops out of my feet from last nights escapade! Still the City needs me.
Just wish my head would stop pounding.
Taking a jar of asprin from the bathroom cabinet, and swallowing a couple, with a grimace, Grail adjusted his mask.
Hmmmph, could do with a night in to be honest, tired out. Yawn!
Splashing water on his face, and checking for peering eyes on his outdoor CCTV camera, Grail soared out of his top floor appartment.
Well I could try and wing this I suppose, me myself and I. Ill take my Com any way, just incase, never know may be a couple of those damned Robot things.
HEADACHE!. Barely keeping aloft, Grail span into a near by billboard. Spirally down to the ground, breathless, Grail plonked himself down on a door step.
"You get the hell away from my.....oh!", screamed an old womans voice from inside the building he was sitting on. "What's up sonny?".
Standing upright and sneering, Grail, hands crackling with energy, blasted the door off its hinges.
"Whats up!?" he yelled. "Ill show you whats up you old CRAZED BITCH!"
Headache again. Hands smoldering and glowing with eldritch lightning, He backed away from the now catatonic woman.
"I,....er...er...Look Im really sorry, take this money, to fix the door.... I...I er...have to"
"Get the hell away from me!" muttered the old woman. Rocking backwards and forwards.
Grail, unable to say or even feel anything, took to the air and headed towards Brickstown.
The women, crawled towards her cell phone, lying on the sofa.
"Yes, get me the police, better make that Blue Steel, Ive just been attacked, by a, you know one of those....."