{"id":22103,"date":"2013-11-02T02:13:22","date_gmt":"2013-11-02T02:13:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/11\/02\/it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-26\/"},"modified":"2013-11-02T02:13:22","modified_gmt":"2013-11-02T02:13:22","slug":"it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-26","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-26\/","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

They\u2019ve given Summer armour, suited for a woman<\/span>, because she begged<\/span>, and a blade, short and light. She wields it with two hands anyway, disdaining a shield. The camp is quiet, Arthur and Guinevere gathered with the knights around one fire. She doesn\u2019t know where Merlin is, or Gaius; she\u2019s truly alone for the first time in a week.<\/span><\/p>\n

And there\u2019s a brush at the edge of her mind, at the edge of her magic, that is painfully familiar, a tugging at a bond she hadn\u2019t known was there.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mordred.<\/span><\/p>\n

He\u2019s out there, in the dark, somewhere close by. Is that what Guinevere had been concealing? Is that why she\u2019s here? To be used against him?\u00a0<\/span>Morgana leads this army they\u2019re to face, she knows; Morgana wishes to bring magic back to Camelot, to restore the old religion. Is Mordred with her?<\/span><\/p>\n

Everything he\u2019d said, in that last, fateful meeting, spills back into her mind. \u2018<\/span>It was either you or Camelot,\u2019 he shouts, in memory.<\/p>\n

And now Arthur is here, at Camlann, to protect Camelot. Everything Mordred had said suddenly makes terrible sense. And hideously, she realises, fate had used her as a pawn to push him along, to drive him away from Camelot.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0H<\/strong>e lets himself into the tent, Morgana seating herself at the oak table in the middle of the tent. \u201cAnd what news do you bring me Mordred?\u201d she questions, holding out a goblet to him which he takes gladly, downing most of it before he answers her question. \u201cCamelot\u2026Arthur, they\u2019re about a day or so away, but that is at best, we came across them, they didn\u2019t see us.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0M<\/strong>ordred takes a seat, continuing to sip from his goblet tentatively. \u201cAn army of perhaps ten thousand,\u201d he adds and she nods. \u201cGo rest, I will wake you later and we shall plan.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Summer is trusted. Merlin, Gaius, Guinevere, they’ve all vouched for her — 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’s shockingly easy to slip out of the camp, trusting that newly-discovered bond, and run in the dark.<\/p>\n

She doesn’t know what she’s doing, why she’s doing it. She just has to see him. Once more, if that’s what it means. This deep into destiny, she doesn’t truly believe she can break the cycle, but she’d still rather hitch her destiny to his, to the Mordred she fell in love with, than ride at Guinevere’s side.<\/p>\n

A single bobbing flame lights her way, low by her feet, until she finds Morgana’s camp.<\/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":[10,2390,2611,2612,2399,2025],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22103"}],"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=22103"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22103\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22103"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22103"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22103"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}