{"id":21994,"date":"2013-11-03T02:12:23","date_gmt":"2013-11-03T02:12:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/11\/03\/it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-23\/"},"modified":"2013-11-03T02:12:23","modified_gmt":"2013-11-03T02:12:23","slug":"it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-23","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-23\/","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

She looks from Mordred to Morgana, and back again. This isn\u2019t her war. Camelot is not her land, not her home; she\u2019s no loyalty to Arthur or Guinevere \u2014 though she knows nothing that would be of any use to Morgana, either. Perhaps they hadn\u2019t trusted her, after all.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Perhaps you can\u2019t defeat fate after all,” she says, into the stillness. “I live, and Camelot totters on the brink. If you had let me die, would this be happening?”<\/p>\n

Morgana steps forward then, seizing Summer by the chin. \u201cWhat\u2019s this?\u201d she snaps. \u201cMordred, what is she saying?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0M<\/strong>ordred\u2019s lips form into a thin line, the flames of the fire casting shadows that dance across his face, brightening and darkening his icy blue eyes at any given moment. \u201cNothing, my lady, nothing of use anyway,\u201d he tells her; at this Morgana takes her hand from Summer, turning to face him. \u201cDo not lie to me, Mordred,\u201d she hisses, her eyes crazed as she looked up at him.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0H<\/strong>e took a breath, exhaling through clenched teeth. \u201cIt is something that is not open for discussion out in the open,\u201d Mordred tells her firmly, not flinching as most would have when faced by her.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u201c<\/span><\/strong>F<\/strong>ine,<\/em>” she says, “bring her to the tent with us.”<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The guards jerk Summer to her feet, though she’s not fighting them. Deliberately they mishandle her, trying anyhow to get a reaction. She refuses to grant them what they want. They shove her into a tent, grand and opulent for a field camp, and back down to her knees in front of Morgana.<\/p>\n

“Talk,” the high priestess orders. It’s not clear to whom she’s speaking.<\/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\/21994"}],"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=21994"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21994\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21994"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21994"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21994"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}