This was written for the 'Chains that Bind Us' drabble challenge on the Heart of Camelot website:
This theme can be taken literally, such as a character who finds himself imprisoned... or you can go the metaphorical route and write about a character who feels restricted by circumstance.
A/N Beta'd by lyricalsinger
The Chains that Bind Us
Balinor looked grimly out at the swollen river. It was still pouring rain and did not look like it would be stopping any time soon.
He sighed, knowing that it would be at least a day, more likely two, before the water receded enough that he could head out to replenish his supplies.
Well, there was nothing he could do about it, so with a shake of his head he turned and retreated further into his cave.
With nothing much to occupy him, his thoughts turned to the past. Lifting his bedroll he carefully removed a small, flat, carved box he kept beneath it, and unfolded the rough red square of homespun that was inside – a gift from his beloved Hunith so very many years ago. The crudely woven neckerchief was almost the only reminder he had of their short time together.
For a few moments he allowed himself to run his finger across the fabric before he reluctantly refolded it and put it back in its place.
Eyes still on the place where it was now hidden from view, he cursed Uther Pendragon. The King's hatred of magic and relentless search for its users bound the Dragonlord to solitude in this cave just as tightly as the magical chains bound his Kilgharrah in the cave beneath Camelot.