{"id":22001,"date":"2013-11-03T01:29:16","date_gmt":"2013-11-03T01:29:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/11\/03\/magicisinmyblood-iamthefirechild-summer\/"},"modified":"2013-11-03T01:29:16","modified_gmt":"2013-11-03T01:29:16","slug":"magicisinmyblood-iamthefirechild-summer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/11\/03\/magicisinmyblood-iamthefirechild-summer\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

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

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

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Summer Rainault shaded her eyes, glancing up at the sun. She was, she judged, about halfway between home and Camelot. In the distance, she could see a ruined castle\u2019s towers rising.\u00a0The heat was oppressive, and she nudged her mare to greater speed, hoping to at least generate a cooling breeze.<\/p>\n

Absorbed in her thoughts, she didn\u2019t pay much attention to the sounds around her until the several roughly dressed men had surrounded her. \u201cWell hey, what\u2019s this?\u201d one of them growled, brandishing a knife at her. \u201cPretty girl, all alone, not a good thing.\u201d Another one chuckled, a cruel sound.<\/p>\n

“All your money, and quickly,” the one with the knife said, beckoning.<\/p>\n

Summer twisted her mouth sideways. \u201cDo I look to have money on me, you fool?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Staying a bit offside, Mordred\u2019s look stroke over the young woman which had been captured by the group of bandits to whom the former druid belonged. He remembered the day when he was still a little boy, lost and alone and the leader of the gang had decided to take him with them, sensing that there was something special about Mordred that could be of use for them – and eventually they had found out that this little boy was indeed skilled, one of the last druids after the great slaughter. What fortune.<\/p>\n

Since then many years had passed by and somehow it was as if he had always belonged to these cruel men, which were at least something similar like a family to him\u2026 Gavin had always treated him like a son, but Mordred wasn\u2019t stupid, he knew it was mostly for selfish reasons.<\/p>\n

Now here they were, threatening an innocent girl and though he was not particularly touched by it he stepped forward. The other men glanced at him, knowing that, although he was the youngest of them, Gavin valued his opinion almost more than any other\u2026 they were envious of his status in the group and whenever they could – specially when Gavin wasn\u2019t present – they tried to let him sense that they didn\u2019t like him that much, with exceptions of course. But they wouldn\u2019t make it too obvious.<\/p>\n

Mordred placed himself in front of the girl, staring down to her, mimic almost untouched. \u201cIt would be wise not to tell lies. We won\u2019t hurt you unless you are not clever enough to obey,\u201d he said coolly.<\/p>\n

“Maybe my knife will loosen her tongue.” Cedric, Gavin\u2019s son, was making a threatening move towards the woman.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

“Why don’t I believe you?” Summer murmured, ignoring the knife. There was something about the way they moved about this blue-eyed, dark-haired boy, seemed to be focused on him. Was he the leader? Tightening her grip on the reins with one hand, she reached up to lift out the bone medallion from around her neck.<\/p>\n

“I doubt this will be worth much to you.” She tried not to glance down, toward her saddlebag, where a roll of silver lay buried among her dresses. If she was to make a life in Camelot outside the king’s court, she could not afford to give that up.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

magicisinmyblood: iamthefirechild: Summer Rainault shaded her eyes, glancing up at the sun. She was, she judged, about halfway between home and Camelot. In the distance, she could see a ruined castle\u2019s towers rising.\u00a0The heat was oppressive, and she nudged her mare to greater speed, hoping to at least generate a cooling breeze. Absorbed in her … Continue reading <\/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":[10,1773,104,2027],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22001"}],"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=22001"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22001\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22001"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22001"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22001"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}