{"id":21599,"date":"2013-11-06T00:09:43","date_gmt":"2013-11-06T00:09:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/11\/06\/it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-19\/"},"modified":"2013-11-06T00:09:43","modified_gmt":"2013-11-06T00:09:43","slug":"it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-19","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-19\/","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":"

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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

Summer shudders at the venom hidden in those words. Something is deeply, hideously \/wrong\/ in Morgana, something that twists at her gut if she looks into it too long. A contagious, corroding madness.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mordred leaves, and Morgana lifts a finger, dismissing the guards as well. Summer doesn\u2019t move when the two of them are alone, trying to both watch Morgana and not fall into that seething well of madness in her eyes. It\u2019s like watching a deadly snake, waiting for it to bite.<\/p>\n

“So,” the high priestess purrs, smiling. It\u2019s meant to be friendly, but to someone like Summer, who can see beneath the surface, it\u2019s grotesque, a mockery. “Magic. And yet you came from Arthur\u2019s camp. You are quite a puzzle.” She takes a seat, studying the redhead. “How is it Mordred knows of it, and Arthur does not?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u201cC<\/strong>ome,\u201d Mordred hisses, ordering the guards to trail him as he makes his way out of the camp, torch in hand and sword in the other as they made their way down the valley. Now, the entire mission seemed next to worthless, not while Summer sat back in that tent with Morgana, the gods only knew what was going on.\u00a0<\/p>\n

F<\/strong>or a while they waited until a blonde woman came into view and Mordred lifted the blade of his sword. \u201cYou come with news I trust?\u201d The man asks and she nods, pushing the blade from her \u201cindeed.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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

Morgana smiles again. “Then you should be helping me.”<\/p>\n

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

“You are on Arthur’s side.”<\/p>\n

But Summer shakes her head. “This isn’t my war.”<\/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’s that simple I’ll kill myself now.”<\/p>\n

Slowly, Morgana shakes her head. “You won’t. You love him too much to do that.”<\/p>\n

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

The high priestess sits back in her chair, fingertips tapping together. “Fight by my side, and I’ll ensure you both live, as befits my proudest warrior and his witch. Refuse … ” She doesn’t finish the sentence, but she doesn’t have to. “You have until tomorrow to decide.”<\/p>\n

Summoning guards again, Morgana directs them to take Summer to Mordred’s 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","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\/21599"}],"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=21599"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21599\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21599"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21599"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21599"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}