It takes a while to track him down; Camelot is not a small place, even just the castle. Finally Summer finds him in the armory, putting away his weapons after practise. “Mordred.” There’s only one door, so she stands in it, trying to look a little intimidating. It’s hard to be angry at him, though; her voice comes out more worried. “Mordred. What are you hiding from me?”




      Mordred stopped, placing his vambrace down on the bench, his heart sinking. For a moment he concentrates completely on his armour, how could he answer such a question? Telling her would mean her life and the lives of those whom called Camelot home. An impossible predicament.   

     The young knight turns to face her, his fingers brushing lightly against the metal of his armour. “I’m not hiding anything” he tells her simply.

Looking up at him, still somehow so strong and beautiful, Summer says, “If no one deserves this place, why are you here?”

       The corners of the druid’s mouth twitch ever so slightly and he removes his gaze from her. He’d resisted the urge to say that it was because it’s what he deserved. “Because it’s the only place I know.”

“You know Camelot. You belong in Camelot. Why did you leave? Go back, Mordred.”

‘Go back without me.’