{"id":22087,"date":"2013-11-02T03:03:58","date_gmt":"2013-11-02T03:03:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/11\/02\/it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-25\/"},"modified":"2013-11-02T03:03:58","modified_gmt":"2013-11-02T03:03:58","slug":"it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-25","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/11\/02\/it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-25\/","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

Summer is trusted. Merlin, Gaius, Guinevere, they\u2019ve all vouched for her \u2014 if they had known where Mordred was, they had never seemed to suspect her of knowing, had never held their relationship against her. So it\u2019s shockingly easy to slip out of the camp, trusting that newly-discovered bond, and run in the dark.<\/span><\/p>\n

She doesn\u2019t know what she\u2019s doing, why she\u2019s doing it. She just has to see him. Once more, if that\u2019s what it means. This deep into destiny, she doesn\u2019t truly believe she can break the cycle, but she\u2019d still rather hitch her destiny to his, to the Mordred she fell in love with, than ride at Guinevere\u2019s side.<\/p>\n

A single bobbing flame lights her way, low by her feet, until she finds Morgana\u2019s camp.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0H<\/strong>e pulled some chicken from his plate, tearing at the food, completely uninterested in the food before him. \u201cYou seem anxious, Mordred,\u201d Morgana says, lifting the goblet to her lips but all Mordred does is glance up at her for a mere moment, not wanting to answer her. \u201cA little bit,\u201d is all he can respond with when it becomes evident that she won\u2019t take anything but an answer.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0M<\/strong>organa had gone to say something but the door to the tent was pulled back and in walked a guard. \u201cMy lady, you need to see something,\u201d he exclaims and the two of them jump to their feet, heading outside. By the fire a group of guards had gathered and Mordred knocks them out of the way, his gaze falling on a woman, held to her knees. \u201cSummer.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

“Mordred.”<\/p>\n

The guards have taken her sword, only one of them surprised that she had it at all. She hadn’t fought them, though she’d refused to answer anything they said to her, mouth clamped shut. If she was going to come to him, now, it would be with her pride.<\/p>\n

So her back is straight, even as they hold her on her knees. She barely glances at the woman behind Mordred — Morgana. There’s a seething well of bitterness, hatred, and heartache there, and it’s echoed in Mordred.<\/p>\n

“This is what you were trying to prevent,” she says, softly. “Isn’t it.”<\/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\/22087"}],"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=22087"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22087\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22087"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22087"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22087"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}