{"id":21976,"date":"2013-11-03T05:01:45","date_gmt":"2013-11-03T05:01:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/11\/03\/it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-20\/"},"modified":"2013-11-03T05:01:45","modified_gmt":"2013-11-03T05:01:45","slug":"it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-20","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/11\/03\/it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-20\/","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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\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

Just as Mordred, Summer stills utterly at Morgana\u2019s ultimatum.\u00a0<\/span>She closes her eyes, overcome with unexpected relief at his soft word.\u00a0<\/span>She expected to sense a clash of loyalties \u2014 but there\u2019s nothing. Only Morgana\u2019s madness, and a chill, spreading throughout Mordred, until something shatters, but it\u2019s not his love that gives.<\/span><\/p>\n

She barely hears the words he speaks, begging Morgana for her life. She only comes back to herself when the witch speaks again, sliding out of Mordred\u2019s heart, awareness of the physical world crashing back in. \u201cYes,\u201d she says, and has to clear her throat. \u201cYes. I do.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0M<\/strong>organa\u2019s face changes again, numerous emotions displayed and for a moment there is pure madness on her features but she hides it again. She swallowed, annoyance settling on her face but most of all in her eyes and for a long time she remains silent, anger radiating from her as the world appeared to still. \u201cThe things I do for you, Mordred,\u201d she says almost bitterly as she looks over the young druid.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u201dF<\/strong>ine, but if anything goes wrong it will not only be your head but it will be hers, do you understand?\u201d Morgana questions and Mordred nods. \u201cGo, you have work to do. I shall look after your\u00a0friend<\/em>.\u201d<\/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.<\/p>\n

Mordred leaves, and Morgana lifts a finger, dismissing the guards as well. Summer doesn’t 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’s like watching a deadly snake, waiting for it to bite.<\/p>\n

“So,” the high priestess purrs, smiling. It’s meant to be friendly, but to someone like Summer, who can see beneath the surface, it’s grotesque, a mockery. “Magic. And yet you came from Arthur’s 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","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":[10,2573,2390,2574,2399,2025],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21976"}],"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=21976"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21976\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21976"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21976"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21976"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}