{"id":22478,"date":"2013-10-28T21:11:47","date_gmt":"2013-10-28T21:11:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/10\/28\/it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-59\/"},"modified":"2013-10-28T21:11:47","modified_gmt":"2013-10-28T21:11:47","slug":"it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-59","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/10\/28\/it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-59\/","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

His words snap something inside her, overwhelming her sense of his emotions. \u201cFor my own good?\u201d she spits, anger redoubling. \u201c\/For my own good\/? What do you know of my good? Do you think \u2014 do you think I cannot protect myself? I\u2019m not, not strong enough, not \u2014 damn you, Mordred. I am not fragile, I am not some helpless maiden.\u201d The tears which slide down her face are born now of fury, and she sucks in a harsh breath.<\/p>\n

“Fine. When you believe that you can trust me with honesty, come and find me.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0H<\/strong>is answer, straight away would have been a no, a pure and simple no. He knew, as well as anyone that she could look after these people. But her life, and those of the citizens of Camelot depended on her hating him, on her leaving. Mordred sucked in a breath as he moved past her and out into the hall, leaving her to stand by herself in the door of the armoury, his eyes stinging as he walked. \u00a0 \u00a0<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0This was, by far, the hardest thing he had ever done.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

She watches him down the corridor, bewildered and hurt. This isn’t like the first time they fought — she trusts his heart now, and believes he trusts hers. So why won’t he tell her? What is he protecting her from?<\/p>\n

It’s horrible. She swipes at the tears on her face, more rolling down every time she blinks. Out. She has to get out, from the castle, from Camelot entire. She has to not think about it, though it’s already too late; the fear has already begun.<\/p>\n

She forces composure, holds her head high. Turning the other direction, she makes her way out of the castle, out of the town, blindly walking through the forest with no thought of where she’s going.<\/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":[10,2670,2671,2390,2669,2399,2025],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22478"}],"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=22478"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22478\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22478"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22478"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22478"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}