{"id":21574,"date":"2013-11-06T18:39:46","date_gmt":"2013-11-06T18:39:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/11\/06\/it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-18\/"},"modified":"2013-11-06T18:39:46","modified_gmt":"2013-11-06T18:39:46","slug":"it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-18","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/11\/06\/it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-18\/","title":{"rendered":"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?”"},"content":{"rendered":"

sirmordred-thedruid<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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iamthefirechild<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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xregicide-deactivated20140812<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<\/span>M<\/strong>ordred 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\u00a0<\/span>impossible<\/em> predicament. \u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0T<\/strong>he young knight turns to face her, his fingers brushing lightly against the metal of his armour. \u201cI\u2019m not hiding anything\u201d he tells her simply.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

“Like recognises like,” Summer says. It\u2019s a statement not entirely about magic, as much about the seething shadows within the other woman as anything else.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Morgana smiles again. \u201cThen you should be helping me.\u201d<\/p>\n

“I can\u2019t. Not the way you want.”<\/p>\n

“You are on Arthur\u2019s side.”<\/p>\n

But Summer shakes her head. \u201cThis isn\u2019t my war.\u201d<\/p>\n

“It is now,” Morgana purrs. “With you, I control Mordred. With him, I control you. And that is without that little prophecy he told me concerning you.”<\/p>\n

“If it\u2019s that simple I\u2019ll kill myself now.”<\/p>\n

Slowly, Morgana shakes her head. \u201cYou won\u2019t. You love him too much to do that.\u201d<\/p>\n

For that, Summer has no answer.<\/p>\n

The high priestess sits back in her chair, fingertips tapping together. \u201cFight by my side, and I\u2019ll ensure you both live, as befits my proudest warrior and his witch. Refuse \u2026 \u201d She doesn\u2019t finish the sentence, but she doesn\u2019t have to. \u201cYou have until tomorrow to decide.\u201d<\/p>\n

Summoning guards again, Morgana directs them to take Summer to Mordred\u2019s tent and shackle her to the center pole. She gives the key to one of the guards, bidding him give it to Mordred when the ex-knight returns.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0W<\/strong>hen they had returned the sun was beginning to rise, casting a soft glow over the horizon and filtering through the leaves of the trees. The numerous fires has been reduced to nothing but ashes, yet still, men sat around them, why, the young druid would never understood.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0H<\/strong>e had found Morgana, her head resting on the oak table, her hand curled around a vial and for a moment, Mordred cast his gaze around the tent, a mix of both fear and perplexity striking him as he found Summer\u2019s presence vacant. \u201cWhere is she?\u201d Mordred asks, and the priestess lifts her head up, the faintest hint of a smirk tracing her lips, her emotionless blue eyes sparkling. \u201cWaiting for you,\u201d she tells him simply and he purses his lips.
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u201cT<\/strong>he information your spy gave us was of very little use, things we already knew, she has done well though. But it is not surprising, Gwaine so easily falls for the charms of a woman.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0M<\/strong>ordred left her a few minutes later, fetching a pitcher of water and a plate of food. The food, however was not for him, his appetite waning as of late finding little comfort or joy in the task. When he entered his tent he\u2019d almost dropped the food, \u201cSummer, what the-\u201c<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

She had slept a little, propped against the pole. For a while, every time there was a sound she jumped, but eventually exhaustion overwhelmed her. Now she forces her eyes open, tossing her head to get the hair out of her eyes.<\/p>\n

“She left me here.” Summer’s voice is a little rough, still struggling out of sleep. “I think it’s her idea of a joke. Or just encouraging me to think about my choice.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

sirmordred-thedruid: iamthefirechild: xregicide-deactivated20140812: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0Mordred 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\u00a0impossible predicament. \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0The young … Continue reading 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?”<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[10,2390,2399,2025],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21574"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=21574"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21574\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21574"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21574"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21574"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}