{"id":22384,"date":"2013-10-30T05:05:21","date_gmt":"2013-10-30T05:05:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/10\/30\/it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-52\/"},"modified":"2013-10-30T05:05:21","modified_gmt":"2013-10-30T05:05:21","slug":"it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-52","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/10\/30\/it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-52\/","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":"

sirmordred-thedruid<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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

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xregicide-deactivated20140812<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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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

“Naw, boss, le\u2019s keep \u2018er a while. C\u2019uld use a woman.” The ensuing laughter is coarse, several of the men winking and nudging each other. One of them stoops to pull at her body, twitching her skirts upward, and flashes a smirk at Mordred. \u201c\u2018e c\u2019uld have \u2018er first, loosen \u2018im up.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Loosen \u2018er up too,” someone else cackles.\u00a0The handling rouses Summer, and her eyes blink slowly open.<\/p>\n

And then the man touching her is on fire.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u201dE<\/strong>nough!\u201d Mordred shouts as the man bursts into flames and he draws his sword, aiming it at Ragnor\u2019s throat. \u201cAnother move like that and I shall run you through,\u201d he hisses and Ragnor chuckles, glancing from the blade to the young man who wielded it. \u201cYour knightly honour still intact, Mordred?\u201d he asks and in retaliation he presses the blade in further, scarring the skin. \u201cLet her go,<\/em>” he hisses, his face darkening, “now<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Summer is lost, in a different way now. Her mind is overwhelmed by the proximity of the bandits surrounding her, by the threat of them. Her eyes burn as the man who had been touching her screams and writhes in the heart of her fire, gaze fixed to him. Mordred’s voice tugs at her awareness, but not enough to bring her out of the engrossment.<\/p>\n

Her whole awareness is danger. When the first man is ashes on the ground, his shrieks still echoing, she lifts her burning gaze to the pair linked by sword, vision unrecognising.<\/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\/22384"}],"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=22384"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22384\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22384"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22384"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22384"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}