Immortal: Hello all! I've finally arrived to update this chapter! Work had been incredibly busy before the holiday season came upon me. Thankfully I managed to get a little bit done at a time until finally I met my own deadline. I was DAMN SURE gonna post this before Christmas came upon us.

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The Adventures of Mordred the Squire

Rescue at Kelly Rounds pt 2

The first thing Mordred was able to comprehend as she swam out of the dark haziness was a bitter and hot liquid being poured into her mouth. She coughed and spluttered, but strong hands held her in place and a rough voice grunted, "Just- hold… still! Poison is-"

At the word, "poison", Mordred struggled more against the hands holding her in place when she heard another voice speaking.

"It's okay! Don't be afraid, we're here to help you."

The voice was gentle and had an almost musical tone to it. The bitter-tasting liquid came back again and Mordred struggled a little against its appalling taste when the voice spoke soothingly that that was the last of the draught. That it would help her feel better. Then a cool and wet cloth was pressed against her forehead, ebbing the burning feeling away bit by bit. Mordred's head began to clear as she realized she was was resting on something soft with a warm and earthy smell to it.

The strange liquid she was made to drink also warmed her up within moments and Mordred felt her eyes open up. Her vision was blurry, but the first thing she saw were a pair of green eyes. Mordred almost thought that her mother was holding her. But her sight cleared with some blinking and rubbing her eye before she saw that the green eyes of the woman holding her were hazel instead of fully green. She was wearing a one-piece smock, a long hose with faded stripes of different shades of green, and a brown weather-stained hooded cloak to protect her from the cold. The hood was down to reveal that her lovely face had freckles on them with her brown hair tied in one long pleated braid that hung down one side of her head. Only the crow' s feet around her eyes showed her age despite otherwise looking like a lovely and motherly figure.

"Hey you.", said the woman with a tender smile, "You gave us quite a fright."

"Where…?", croaked Mordred hoarsely as she saw that they were still in the cave, with a large fire burning that kept them warm and illuminating the cavern.

As Mordred rubbed her eyes, she moved to sit up again and the woman urged her to not get up so fast and to keep resting. It was then that Mordred realized that the soft feeling was the woman's thighs she had been resting on and more importantly that she was covered with a blanket.

Underneath however, she was completely topless and fright filled Mordred at the thought of being undressed. Though it was completely irrational, the fear of her true gender being discovered caused Mordred to push away the woman's hands and scoot away as she rapidly looked around for her clothing. The woman raised her eyebrows in concern, but held up her hands to placate Mordred. Fear gripped her heart at the thought of being discovered and the punishment she would receive from her Mother.

She bumped into something hard and looked up to see a man almost as big and wide as the Green Knight standing behind her. He was practically naked save for brown boots, a green kilt, and leather braces on both of his forearms. Mordred couldn't help but stare up at him as he crossed his arms over a hairy chest. Though the hair and rough beard was peppered with gray to show he was an older man, and his head was completely shaved, he still cut a powerful and imposing figure. When he spoke, he spoke with a deep and jolly voice.

"Hey, that's not very nice you know. After all the trouble you went and did, Maid Marian was nice enough ta take care of you. She even bandaged your wounds and helped cure your ill."

Mordred looked over herself and saw to her relief that a long strip of cloth had been bandaged around her chest and back to cover up the wound she had received the night before.

"Now, now Little John, there's no need to frighten the boy.", chided the one called Maid Marian as she stood up, "After all, if he can get past our sentry then maybe age is starting to catch up with us after all."

Yet more relief filled up Mordred as she realized that her secret was still safe. Now that she got a look at herself, she was still wearing her training breeches at the least. But then she realized that her back felt very sore and she moved to touch the spot where she had been struck before Maid Marian told her to not touch it as the wound was still fresh, plus that poison still needed to work its way out.

"Poison…? I was poisoned?! Wait, explain to me what the hell is going on here and where the hell I am?!"

At the cursing, Marian's eyes went wide and the big man began to laugh in amusement, "Hey boy, that's a lady you are speaking to, so mind your manners or I'll have to teach you a lesson. But then again, I guess it's fair you have questions. Okay, why don't we just sit down together and discuss this. Robin's still out with the lad, so I guess we have some time to talk."

So he sat down cross-legged, but even so he still towered over Mordred and dwarfed Maid Marian. The big man cleared his throat and said, "Okay, so let's go with the introductions. I am John Naylor. But perhaps you might know my other more well-known name; "Little John". Although you can see that there's nothing little about me. This fine lady is none other than Maid Marian herself."

Maid Marian smiled gently and went over to the fire where a pot was perched above to take a ladle and begin stirring it.

""Lady" … "Maid" …", echoed the woman with a sentimental smile, "I have not been either for a very long time. But it is kind of you to continue to say so Little John."

The names "Maid Marian" and "Little John" finally began to take root in the mind of the squire as she looked between the pair. Slowly the wheels began to roll in Mordred's head and the dots started to connect as she wondered. Then her eyes went wide as she looked rapidly at them so fast that Little John joked that her neck would snap before he began to copy her.

"" Maid Marian" and "Little John"!", said the squire as she finally began to have the dawning realization, "Then is… is HE here too? R-Robin Hood?!"

"Oh he's out chastising the one who struck you with that poisoned bolt.", said Maid Marian as she poured broth into wooden bowls and passed them to Mordred and Little John, who rolled his eyes and muttered something about people getting the name wrong still.

Mordred looked into the bowl and saw it was a broth with bits of vegetables in it, but the squire was hungry and didn't turn her nose up at it before she said her thanks and took a sip. It tasted astoundingly good for so simple a dish and she immediately began to gulp it down as she realized she was starving.

But as they ate, it was then that they heard a musical whistling sound. The noise was obvious to Little John and Maid Marian as they looked to the entrance of the cave to see a young man approaching. He was tall, lean, wearing all green clothing save for brown boots that nearly went up to his knees. But what caught Mordred's attention was his messy orange hair that nearly covered his right eye. He was carrying to large and very full buckets of water, panting and sweating as he marched them inside before he held them at his sides with a sullen and sulky look.

"Hahahaha!", bellowed Little John, "Guess he got you good didn't he Robin?"

Robin? Mordred felt a great amount of disappointment as she took in the young man. She disliked his sullen attitude and felt disappointed that the story about him were all wrong. Maid Marian and Little John exchanged a glance at the obvious disappointment on the boy's features.

The young man began to grumble when another figure appeared at the entrance of the cave. Mordred heard the rustling of a cloak and as if appearing out of thin air a tall man almost matching Little John in height stood before them. He too had a beard peppered with grey, but it was more neatly trimmed than the bush Little John had. Despite the years having gotten to him, the man still cut a lean, strong, almost lupine figure, making Mordred think of a fox. His face was lined with years, but he smiled easily like a boy in the prime of his youth, his closely trimmed hair a faded orange.

He wore all green, though they were very faded and worn with age, though still lovingly cared for, and his cloak was a deep-dark green with a collar that hid his neck almost like a steel gorget.

Little John smirked and whispered loudly, "That boy over there is named, "Robin". But THIS-", he gestured proudly to the other man, "Is Robin Wood! The very one!"

"No!", said Mordred reprovingly, "It's Robin HOOD, that's what everybody calls him and what the stories say!"

"Ah, them book-learning fellows don't know the truth. It's-"

"Not too important.", said Robin Hood as he gave a tender kiss to the cheek of Maid Marian, "I suspect that the tales will grow in the telling as time goes on. Robin Hood is the name that people will know even if the man no longer exists or if somebody else is wearing the name."

Mordred felt herself awed at the man as he approached her and squatted down, his green cloak brushing the floor as he looked her over.

"I hope you forgive me and Young Robin over there.", said the outlaw as he gestured his thumb to the boy holding the buckets, "He fell asleep while on guard and while I was away. So when you came to the cave and started poking around, he panicked and attacked you. Luckily, we were able to save your life even though Young Robin poisoned his quarrel."

"So that weird tasting stuff Maid Marian was feeding me was-"

"The antidote.", answered the woman, "We were sure you were dead, but you must have a hardy constitution for a boy so young."

Young Robin scoffed as he held the buckets, his arms beginning to shake. Mordred shot him a glare, but Robin Hood looked over his shoulder at him, smirked as if amused at a private joke before he turned his attention back to the squire.

"So if you don't mind telling me, who are you and where do you come from? You speak very well, so I'm guessing you are the er… son of a lady?"

"My name is… Mordred. I came from Tintagel Castle where I'm serving as squire to Sir Bertilak de Hautdesert."

"The Green Knight!?", said Little John in frank astonishment,

"Where is he and why are you not at Tintagel Castle?", asked Maid Marian before Little John could bombard Mordred with his questions.

"My mother has been taken prisoner.", answered the squire a little hesitantly. They had helped her and saved her life, but something about them made her feel a bit uneasy, "But King Mark told Sir Bertilak that I couldn't go with him to save my mother. So I escaped because I had to do this. I want to be a knight and I just couldn't stay there locked up and helpless to do anything."

Robin Hood nodded and he reached inside his cloak before producing a familiar sheet of parchment, which he held out to Mordred. It was the ransom and threatening letter Sir Breuse Sans Pitie sent to the court. Mordred's eyes went wide and snatched it out of his hands.

"So your mother is Morgan Le Fay the fairy enchantress?", said Robin Hood, all trace of humor gone out of his voice, "No lies boy. I'll know if you do."

Mordred looked around, at Maid Marian, Little John, but none of them said a word. So with a reluctant nod, Mordred confirmed the truth. Robin Hood sighed and sat down before he slapped his knees and said, "That settles it then. We will help you rescue your mother."

Little John bellowed outrage, Maid Marian simply looked bemused, and Young Robin called his mentor a "madman".

Mordred was confused by this, but Robin Hood stood up and said, "Now, I'll have no argument. The past is the past, and it seems we are helping another young man where Morgan le Faye is concerned. But this boy was attacked by us and is engaged on a quest, however foolhardy out of honest love for his mother. Therefore, we will help him."

Hope ignited in Mordred like a fire and she felt enormously relieved as if they had already succeeded.

The Legendary Outlaw himself and the remnants of his Merry Men would help save her mother. But when she asked Robin Hood if he knew her mother, her answer was, "Once upon a time. But now is not the time for the story. But I feel your mother will be… fine."

"Fine?", grumbled Little John to himself as Maid Marian helped Mordred get ready, "I'd feel more sorry for the poor bastards keeping the witch prisoner."

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Morgan le Fay sat on the edge of the bed her "captors" had seen fit to provide her with. The Brown Knight Without Pity had turned out the occupants of the fortress of Kelly Rounds as his base of operations. She had departed from Tintagel Castle to meet with certain individuals to prepare some equipment that her child would need when she reached sufficient age. It helped that they were able to help her soothe the wounded pride after Sir Accalon was killed in his duel with King Arthur while she was away. The stupid fool had even been armed with Avalon, the scabbard that would make its weilder invincible and he STILL lost.

It was during a meeting with one whom Morgan could say was perhaps her only true friend in the world, that the Brown Knight had come upon her with his cohorts. But rather than kill him on the spot, Morgan had feigned surrender to prevent her friend from being discovered. The Brown Knight was cruel and stupid, but not a fool and he had immediately commanded her to surrender herself for a ransom. Even though she had not been a prominent public figure for a long time, he still knew the name and identity of "Morgan le Fay". After all, Morgan had killed his lord and benefactor; Urien of Rheged.

Not that he cared one bit, but it did mean that there was no longer protection for him to act as he pleased, so he had been exiled from the former Urien's lands on pain of death.

A loud banging on her wooden door broke her out of her thoughts and she let out an annoyed sigh, "I am still in here, so cease that racket at once!"

The men that the Brown Knight kept among him were typical humans. Stupid, boorish, lacking in any dignity, and utterly disgusting to look upon. Upon hindsight, there were so many ways that Morgan could have escaped or crushed the Brown Knight and his men with the merest flick of her wrist. However, it had been quite a long time since she was able to simply… cut loose and indulge herself in some cruelty without any need to hide it.

The men outside her door were talking how they were going to violate every orifice in her and when they were done, they would burn her alive. Morgan looked down at the manacles she had allowed them to place on her and noting that despite their weight they were indeed made of pure silver dipped in "Holy Water" as the Brown Knight had promised. Her veil hid her smirk as she tested the strength of the manacles. The fools believed that the powers of the Church would weaken her except they were gravely mistaken on many points. But the first and most obvious was that aside from the Sir Breuse none of them possessed even the slightest drop of magical ability in any way. Second, silver and "holy water" didn't affect her in any way. Thirdly, such things needed genuine faith to work.

The key to her locked door was inserted and turned before in came on of the Brown Knight's men. A disgustingly fat human with a stench so repugnant that Morgan made a face of as if looking at garbage. He laughed and drooled over his wormy lips as he fiddled with his belt, clearly intent on having his way with her. The ugly bastard was soon flanked by other men as equally disgusting to Morgan's senses. They laughed crudely and began to describe to her how by the time they were through with her, she wouldn't be able to live without the taste of their cock's in her mouth.

With that promise they began to undress themselves with the fattest and ugliest one getting completely naked, his male part also huge, but so ugly that Morgan felt the bile rise in her throat. Before the others much further, Morgan le Faye spoke to them as she stood up and faced them before holding her arms up to show her shackled hands.

"You pigs in human shells seem to be under a false impression. You all believe that I am to be your toy for you to rape and murder at your pleasure. That I am trapped and at your mercies."

Her pale green eyes lit like fire as the door slammed shut behind the brigands and the three smaller men cried out in astonishment as green tendrils of magic slithered around Morgan le Faye's arms before she jerked her arms out in their direction and the tendrils constricted around them before pinning them to the wall, muffling their screams of terror. The fattest of them had more tendrils of magic grip him and as easily as if he were a frail girl, threw him face down onto the bed and pinned him spread-eagled. He turned his head and tried to thrash free, but the magic binding him was too strong for him to even budge. He was in a similar position to his many past victims, pinning them down and unable to move against his vast size as he violated them over and over, their screams and protests like sweet songs to him.

Morgan didn't even bother to remove her shackles as she gracefully strode over and sat in a chair, making sure that the others were watching. She crossed one leg over another and with an easy, contemptuous gesture of her wrist, she whispered some words that chilled the very air and more tendrils of magic slithered out from under the bed her would-be rapist was held down in, a mix of blue and black with suckers lined with teeth like a shark.

They magical tendrils reared up sinuously like vipers ready to strike as the man saw reflected in the mirror what their intent was for him. His muffled screams and pleading were ignored as tears and snot of horror smeared the pillow he was face-down in.

"As I said", said Morgan as she placed her hand in her lap, her satisfied and cruel smirk obvious even behind the veil she wore, "You are under a false impression. I am not trapped in here with you. All of you, including the "Brown Knight Without Pity"… you are trapped in here with ME."

Then the tentacles struck and the screaming echoed throughout the fortress as the tentacle went in and continued forward until it found an exit.

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The sun was fully at its peak by the time Mordred was declared fit to travel by Robin Hood. The squire had been informed that Kelly Rounds was not far off and that they would be able to make it there before the sun even began to set. Mordred and Moon had made it closer than she had thought before her mare was killed. But she was going to have to travel through the woods on foot with Robin Hood, Maid Marian, Little John, and Young Robin.

Robin Hood and his three friends were easily able to traverse the terrain, finding every single path to travel and every step was assured. Mordred had to struggle a little to keep up with them, but she managed to keep them in sight thanks to Little John being so huge. Young Robin however was assigned to be in the rear of the group, but Mordred didn't like the way he smirked every time she stumbled. There was something about him that she just inherently disliked. From his messy orange hair to his smug demeanor, he was like to her as a dog was to a cat.

After about half an hour of traveling, Robin Hood had led them all out of the forest and back to the entrance. He carried with him a bow that reminded Mordred almost of Sir Tristan's bow, "Failnaught", but it was less elegant and had a beauty in its simplicity. All black with a green bowstring that matched his cloak. It was almost as tall as him and in his quiver he had it filled with black arrows with fletching of red feathers. He also carried with him a length of rope that he had fastened to his belt.

"Well, Kelly Rounds isn't too much further off.", said Young Robin as he looked over the distance, "Sooner we get this done, the better."

"What's that supposed to mean?", demanded Mordred with an angry glower, but Robin Hood spoke up and ordered the two to be quiet and Mordred saw why within moments. A retinue of knights with the heraldry of King Mark of Cornwall were riding up the road towards the fort at Kelly Rounds. At the head of the group was none other than Sir Bertilak the Green Knight himself with a holly branch and his great axe, fully armored and riding his great green horse. Maid Marian and Little John instantly went back into the forest while Young Robin shoved Mordred to the ground and hid her beneath tall grass while Robin Hood simply vanished from sight.

Mordred tried to get back up, but Young Robin managed to keep her down until the retinue passed far enough away. Once they got up, Young Robin dusted himself off and said, "No need to thank me for saving you from getting caught- OUCH!"

But Mordred did thank Young Robin, by stamping on his foot hard enough that he began to hop on one leg and hold his leg in pain, cursing very colorfully. But then both of the them suddenly felt pain strike the top of their heads. They held their heads in their hands and curse more as Robin Hood appeared again before them, removing the hood of his green cloak.

"Now that was not proper behavior, either of you.", he scolded before he turned to Mordred and let Little John pull Young Robin aside, "I'm sorry you had to see that. But as you know, my friends and I are still considered outlaws and we would surely be put to death if we were to be caught."

Despite her head smarting, Mordred nodded and asked if they would be able to go now to save her mother. Robin Hood told her that they would have to be cautious about how they approached Kelly Rounds, but he had given his word that he and his friends would help her and they would see it through or die trying. Little John and Maid Marian still had not emerged from the forest trees until Little John appeared with two large Red Deer. Maid Marian walked between the deer and she whispered something at them and Mordred was astonished at the way they behaved like tame horses.

"Oh, they are not tame by any means.", said Maid Marian as Mordred approached the bull, "But I have a gift with animals as does Little John and we asked them politely for help as time is of the essence."

"Unfortunately they won't take all of us. So it will have to be you and Young Robin for sure on the Bull.", began Little John before Robin Hood cut in, "I will also come with you."

Little John began to protest, but his friend assured him that he would be fine and that Little John might just crush the Bull deer's Doe. Little John grumbled that he was getting older and it wasn't his fault he was starting to get a bigger belly.

While laughing good-naturedly, Young Robin came up to Mordred suddenly and said, "You ever been inside Kelly Rounds' Castle Killibury?"

It was then that Mordred realized one of the biggest glaring problems that she had not once given any thought to. She had broken out of Tintagel Castle and raced throughout the night, with only the vague notion of somehow getting into the castle at Kelly Rounds and rescuing her mother. Maybe find somebody and just beat them up until they told her what she wanted to know and continue on until she rescued her mother. She had also hoped perhaps if she caught up to Sir Bertilak he would realize that he was mistaken and bring her along after all.

"Oh for the love of… you seriously didn't think this through!?", demanded Young Robin angrily before letting out a groan of irritation, "Did you bring any weapons with you?"

"Well, I-", began Mordred before searched for the dagger her mother had given her during her time in Camelot. Luckily it was in her bag but when asked if she had anything more than that the only thing that came out of her was was, "I… didn't."

"May God have mercy on us all…", groaned Young Robin before he said, "We're about to risk our lives and you don't even know what you're getting into?"

"Well, we'll find a way in, I'll beat somebody until they tell me what they know!", snapped Mordred back defensively.

"What if they don't know?"

"Then I'll find somebody else and beat them up too!"

Little John laughed a bit and chimed in that as crude as it was, the method was sound because eventually you'd find somebody who knew what you wanted to know. Young Robin didn't comment beyond a few weary and pessimistic remarks before he mounted the bull with Mordred being helped up by Little John. She felt awkward on the animal and its fur was longer and shaggier than a horse's, but she still felt like she could at least ride. Robin Hood easily hopped on and was comfortable as if he rode deer all his life.

"Please come back safely Robin Hood.", said Marian before she held his hand tenderly. Robin Hood smiled brightly before he said reassuringly that they would be fine. Young Robin held onto the bull while Mordred, seated behind him, hung onto his shirt and with a click of his tongue, Robin Hood led the trio off across the rolling hills. Mordred bounced up and down, hanging onto Young Robin as they got closer and closer to Kelly Rounds.

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Inside the castle, Sir Breuse Sans Pitie was saddling his horse, a great black steed with blazing red eyes, as the screams in the castle continued to echo. He was a powerfully-looking man with greasy red-brown hair, a pointed nose, thin lips in a perpetual sucking motion as if he had sour tastes in his mouth, and pink-red skin. His armor was rusted in many places with dried blood that had turned brown with a yellow and black-striped tabard which he wore over his armor. He scratched at his bearded face, pulling a bug which he crushed before he called for his soldiers to help him mount his horse.

On his orders, he had sent for Morgan le Faye to be paraded as a prisoner, but the men he had sent to break her first didn't come back. It was only after he had finished inspecting the trap he laid out when he noticed the screaming. It was music to his ears to hear people screaming in pain, but there was something odd he noticed after a few seconds. It was not a woman's voice as she was violated that he heard, but the sound of… men.

He sent some more of his soldiers to go inspect Morgan le Faye before they too began to scream as they vanished out of sight. Afterwards he sent the Castle Killibury priest, who he had kept alive as a tool to bless the chains and manacles he thought would bind the witch, and instead of screams there had been nothing but silence. The Brown Knight Without Pity then saw the priest walk out, shaking and crying. He was already an old man, but what he had seen had aged him even more it seemed until he was shrunk and ancient.

All they could get out of him was the words, "trapped with me, trapped with me, trapped with me", and in a fit of rage, Sir Breuse had drawn his sword and slashed the priest's head off. But it had not been a proper cut and instead he had left the priest's head hanging by meaty threads. Panic was starting to set in and a few more men had to be killed by him in order to re-establish his dominance. To make matters worse, his men had called out they saw King Mark's standard and the Green Knight himself was at their head. With the threat of a mutiny very much signaled by the way the men carried their weapons, it was vital that the Brown Knight face the Green Knight. If he fled now, he would lose the power that he held over others, which had kept him above the common rabble for so long.

Fear.

His stallion, Widow Maker was the real power due to his power, which some men claimed scared the devil himself, and shared his rider's love for violence as much as he did. The Brown Knight Without Pity had been bonded to him in the aftermath of Urien's death via going through Morgan Le Fay's old tomes and books she had left behind in her haste to escape Rheghed. So long as he himself lived, Widow Maker would never die. Horns blared and a herald called for the Brown Knight to come out and face King Mark's champion. No parley, no tribute, and no mercy would be allowed, for King Mark clearly wanted Sir Breuse dead for the insults he had given and for the sake of pride. The Brown Knight knew just how to rile up the Cuckold King and despite the rumors surrounding the Green Knight of really being an invulnerable golem, he knew he could take the Brown Knight if he fought clever.

So after mounting Widow Maker, being handed his lance and shield, he bellowing for the gate to be lowered. He glanced up and saw his best archers on the ramparts with pitch and torches at the ready before he urged his mount forward. Sir Bertilak was wearing his great helm, steel molded to look as if it were the trunk of a tree with a mane of moss covering the scalp and slits molded for him to see.

"So the Cuckold King sent you out? Too cowardly to face me himself?", crowed out the Brown Knight, sounding more confident than he actually felt. Every part of him wanted to turn and run rather than face the Green Knight in open combat. But he still felt confident because he had leveled the playing field, so when the Green Knight called out, "Sir Breuse Sans Pitie, the one who calls himself, "The Brown Knight Without Pity", I am Sir Bertilak de Hautdesert the Green Knight. By order of King Mark of Cornwall, I have come to pronounce and carry out the death sentence upon you, for the crimes of kidnapping, murder, rape, robbery, and the defiling of the Lord God's people and lands. Face me and die with blade in-"

Sir Breuse dropped his shield and waved his hand forward. From the battlements, flaming arrows shot over the Brown Knight and landed between him and the Green Knight. They were woefully short of reaching them, but that was just part of his plan. Pitch that had been laid out the previous night caught and soon an inferno of fire surrounded the Green Knight and his retinue. Horses screamed and reared up, throwing men who weren't able to stay in their saddles. But the flames surrounded them and frightened the horses too badly to move. More flaming arrows flew and Sir Bertilak let out a furious roar at the treachery, but his green horse was frightened by the fire and refused to run even as flames licked at him. The retinue and their horse began to catch fire with the smell of cooked meat and burnt hair wafting in the air. One horse broke free of the inferno, but both stallion and rider were a comet of flames and smoke that barely made it half a minute away before they collapsed together. Flames began to lick up Sir Bertilak's horse and onto his green tabard and cloak before he finally forced his horse to begin a charge. Even as his body began to blacken, he held his great axe aloft as he charged the Brown Knight, roaring his fury like a demon out of hell.

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Mordred saw the flames go up as she peeked around Young Robin and gasped horrified at the men burning alive. Robin Hood steered his deer away and began to go the long way around. Mordred yelled aloud over the wind blowing and the trampling of hooves, "What are you doing?!"

"Going around the back entrance!", called Robin Hood as the screaming became more audible. They rode hard and avoided the castle by several miles until they finally circled around to the back. Within moments they arrived to the rear of the castle, but the moat had completely encircled the castle. Robin Hood easily got off his deer and he whispered some words of thanks to them before Young Robin and Mordred got off as well. The bull deer tapped Mordred with his nose and she turned to say thank you, but the pair of deer had already turned and began to run back to the forest.

Young Robin moved to his mentor's side and the older man drew out his longbow before pulling out his arrow and tying his rope onto it. He stretched his arms and took a look at the moat before he looked up at the castle. There was a corner tower with a tiled roof and Robin Hood saw that there was a wooden strut beneath the cover that was far away and he notched his arrow before he drew the bowstring back. The wind gusted and Robin Hood let loose his arrow, watching as the wind caused it to curve and despite the added weight of the rope it buried deeply into the wooden strut.

The rope was fortunately long enough that even despite sinking into the moat, the three of them were able to swim across the moat and grab it. Young Robin went up first, water dripping down on them as he climbed with surprising ease as if from long practice until he reached parapet walk. Mordred was sent up next. Robin Hood waited below them as Mordred grabbed the rope and began to pull herself up.

Her arms were shaky and began to hurt before she got halfway up. But she gritted her teeth and breathed harshly as she continued to pull herself up. By the time she got halfway, her shoulders were a dull agony, and by the time she reached a third of the way she nearly slipped. Her small hands gripped the hempen rope as tightly as she could and fear filled her as she looked down. Young Robin called for her to hurry up, his own voice filled with worry as she struggled to get her footing. The arrow was loosening and Mordred had begun her climb again until she almost reached the walkway. Young Robin reached out as far as he could and Mordred's grip on the rope nearly failed her before she managed to grab the young man's hand and was pulled up where she sat gasping for air.

There was an odd look in Young Robin's eye from behind his orange bangs as he stared down at Mordred. The squire had to take a few moments to catch her breath before Robin Hood himself joined them just as the arrow and the rope fell down. With nothing else for it, Robin Hood led the trio into the castle in search of somebody who they could coerce into leading them to the castle dungeons.

/~/

The screams and the suffering of her captors had gone from entertaining to amusing to boring to annoying within a very short span. Gore and viscera covered her former room as she walked out as clean and pristine as if from a perfect painting. Morgan le Faye looked over her shoulder to see the violated remains of her would-be rapists twitching. Her magic wouldn't let them die just yet, but they would suffer and suffer for as long as she desired. With that, she whispered a spell and the manacles holding her darkened and soon crumbled into rust before they dissolved into dust.

"Pray, was it as good for you as it was for me? No?", chuckled Morgan darkly as she walked through the gore-spattered halls of the castle, hoping to find more men to toy with. She had been feeling particularly vindictive ever since the loss of Sir Accalon the day before she was captured. It was tragic really, for Morgan knew that she fell in love too easy and her standards were simply impossible for men to reach no matter how hard they tried.

All around her, the Brown Knight's men who had eyes to see and ears to hear watched as she walked through, not a single drop of blood marring her clothes or shoes. Some had been fused to the walls, others were dried husks that gasped in pain as if they had been drained of all liquid, and yet others had been gaping holes in their chests as if somebody had ripped their hearts out.

As she wandered the castle, Morgan smelled burning and idly wondered what was going on before suddenly she turned a corner and saw several armed men running down the hallway towards her. They paused as if shocked to see her out of her room and hesitated due to knowing that their comrades had met with a gruesome fate. But then one of them drew out his bow and let it loose at her. Morgan saw it coming and barely side-stepped it in time. She realized then that she had spent so much of her mana torturing the soldiers that she was starting to get low on her reserves.

The men came charging in and Morgan decided it was wiser to move to another location, so she gathered her dress and began to make a tactical retreat.

/~/

"WHERE IS SHE!?", screamed Mordred as she held her knife to the throat of a thin man with a pock-marked face, "WHERE IS MY MOTHER!?"

Young Robin pulled at Mordred, but she was frighteningly strong despite her age as he found out, taking a step back when he dodged her wildly swinging arm. Mordred just rubbed him in all the wrong ways, especially since by all accounts she looked to be no different than a child. But she was not only freakishly strong and able to climb up the walls of a castle, but she was almost as fast as him and even stronger when she tackled the first man they came across and proceeded to hit him with a stone over and over until Robin Hood himself made her stop.

The injured man couldn't say anything out of pure terror from what he saw in Mordred's furious face, but when Young Robin finally pulled Mordred back, Robin Hood managed to coax the man into talking. Their prisoner, the witch, was being held captive on the other side of the castle they were on. Robin Hood calmly pressed the man for more information, lest he allow Mordred to have full license to continue her line of questioning. The only other bit of information they managed to get was that there was a nearby stairwell that would lead them to the next floor down.

Mordred yanked herself free of Young Robin and immediately began to run off before Robin Hood called out her name. Mordred ignored it as sprinted for the stairwell, her heart hammering in desperation to find and rescue her mother. Young Robin came running after her, but the squire was faster than a child her age had any right to be and as he saw her descend down the stairwell, he heard shouts and saw that more armed men were coming his way.

"Damn kids…", he muttered as he reached behind him and fit a bolt into his specially designed crossbow that he made himself and aimed it at the men charging him before letting it loose.

It shattered and released a thick purple powder, causing them to have a violent coughing fit before he grabbed a torch out of its sconce and hurled it at the men. Fire erupted violently and the force actually knocked Young Robin off his feet for a few moments, causing him to roll backwards before righting himself up. He knew he was fighting dirty and that it was simply the way his style was, but he privately wished he could win in fair fights.

Meanwhile, Mordred descended the stairs and continued to run throughout the castle, calling out for her Mother as loudly as she could. Panic began to spread into her, but she fought to keep it under control as she looked desperately through the halls and empty rooms. A few moments passed as she paused to catch her breath when she heard men's voices shout, "We got her cornered lads! Keep her there!"

The squire saw through a turret and into the courtyard, ugly and rough-looking men with swords, bows, and axes surrounding a single solitary figure in black.

All her fear, all her panic, and everything else faded away in a haze of red as Mordred saw her mother's life was in danger. Her mother was so scared that she didn't even move a muscle despite the shouts and the threats hurled at her! Mordred had nobody else in the world except her Mother and she could not and would not lose her! The squire's body was glowing with a red aura and lightning began to crackle off her body as she ran to look for a way down, ignoring the blood and carnage in one hallway as she picked up a bloody sword when she finally found herself on a parapet above the courtyard. The men began to move in on her mother and Mordred screamed as she leapt, falling down two stories high like a thunderbolt.

"LEAVE MY MOTHER ALOOOOOOOONE!"

/~/

Morgan looked up in shock as what looked like red lightning descended down on the five armed men and an eruption of mana exploded as it struck the ground. The men were scattered and burnt, but still alive. The dust settled and for the first time since her capture, Morgan was truly shocked at what she saw.

Mordred, her child was emitting red mana that danced and leapt off her in the form of red lighting. She was embroiled in the throes of a rage of a defender of the weak. By the time her enemies managed to get to their feet, she let out a roar as she barged into one of the men at arms that grabbed an axe and rammed into him with her shoulder so hard that he was bowled over with Mordred still on top of him. She picked up her sword and slashed him across the face, splitting it horizontally at the nose. Without missing a beat, she turned and she clashed her sword with another man three times as big as she was. To his horror, this child was actually meeting his own strength and he began backing away as Mordred was slashing with a berserker's fury as she pressed her attack. Even in the storm of wrath she felt, Mordred's body still instinctively knew how to fight effectively. She dodged desperate overhand swing of her enemy's sword before she cleaved off both of his hands.

The man could only stare in stupefied shock and the next attack split his head in two. Another man came at her with an axe and she yanked her sword out of her dead foe's head before she used her smaller size to roll out of the way. She got to her feet and before she her mana gave her a burst of speed and chopped off his leg at the knee. He fell over and howled as he clutched his bleeding leg. Blood squirted out of the amputated stump.

The third man grabbed his mace and shield before he charged her, far more cautious than his comrades. Mordred held her weapon over her head and flung it with all her newly found strength at him. It landed point first through the shield, impaling the man. He stared down at the sword that had been thrown so hard that it not only pierced his wooden shield, but it managed to run him through all the way nearly up to the cross-guard. Steam billowed out of the child's mouth in short and harsh breaths as she stared at her enemy. He fell to his knees in abject horror and in his final moments he wondered what could produce a creature that could have such a deep well of anger to draw strength from. No… not anger, he realized as his mace slipped out of his hand, it was hate.

But Mordred wasn't done yet. With a savage yell, she ran and leapt up, ramming her knee into the hilt of the blade in the same manner as her master had done so during that training session where her life had been threatened.

The mana she was outputting was more than the blade could handle and inside the man, he bulged obscenely as the sword exploded in him, causing him to burst in a shower of gore, coating the squire as she landed. The other men two gasped in horror and fell backwards before they screamed that the witch had summoned a devil amongst them and began to flee for their lives. Mordred panted hard, her body hunched over, her mana still crackling off her body, and her body causing the blood and viscera stuck to her to burn off in smoke and she took a step to chase down the fleeing enemies.

"Mordred, STOP.", called Morgan and as her child turned to face her and the look on Mordred's face caused Morgan to take a step back in surprise as she felt the tiniest twinge of fear.

Mordred stared at her, the mana still crackling off her before the mana crackling off her began to ebb away. Morgan's face was hidden behind her veil and Mordred took a few tentative steps forward at her unmoving mother after looking at the carnage, modest compared to the one Morgan wrought, and Morgan held out a hand to beckon her forward. As always, it was Mordred who had to initiate contact, never the other way around as she ran to her mother and threw her arms around her in a tight embrace.

Morgan felt her stomach roll at the unwanted contact and tried to carefully pry her child off, but Mordred didn't want to let go and didn't seem to notice her mother's attempts to push her away. After a few moments, Morgan simply decided to indulge Mordred to get her to let go and figure out just why she was here. The answer came rather quickly however as Mordred looked up at Morgan and spoke.

"Mother! I-I came here to save you!"

"Is that so?"

Mordred looked perplexed by the question and Morgan knew she had to reestablish control of things before they got completely out of control. So with a more pointed question, she asked where Sir Bertilak was and why she was not with him.

Mordred confessed that she had been forbidden by both her master and King Mark from attempting a rescue, but she couldn't obey such an order because she wanted to be there to save Morgan. So she had broken out of Tintagel Castle and despite her mare Moon's death, Mordred managed to find her way Kelly Rounds thanks to the help of none other than Robin Hood himself! The legend was real, Mordred said eagerly, and he had sworn to help Mordred save her mother.

Morgan's eyes widened a bit with shock, but behind her veil Mordred couldn't see it thankfully. Already Morgan knew that in disobeying King Mark, Mordred had wrecked one of her plans and places of refuge, but to chastise her in this moment was both stupid and counterproductive. So with that same patience she had learned to use as her weapon, Morgan loosened her fist that she didn't know she had begun to form when Mordred spoke, and began to think of a new plan. Robin Hood was a complication to be sure, but she knew he wanted as little to do with her as possible and the sooner he and his outlaws fulfilled their word, the sooner they would depart.

So Morgan lowered herself down and awkwardly pat Mordred's head, who positively beamed at the outpouring of gratitude from her mother. Morgan however felt annoyance and after a moment of indulging her child's foolish desire for affection a bit longer, she pulled back and wiped her hand on her dress.

"The fight is not over yet child, we must depart from her as soon as possible. Can you continue your quest?"

"Y-yes, Mother! I will be your knight and save you!"

'Ridiculous, foolish child.', thought Morgan as Mordred took her by the hand and began to lead her to the nearest door out of the courtyard, 'You will never be a true knight of mine and I needed no saving from you.'

But despite her thoughts, Morgan was perhaps for the first time in her life concerning Mordred, truly impressed. The child was following her pre-destined path of loyalty only to her and was already powerful enough to fight grown knights. But her mana was still untamed and wild, so perhaps more assistance would be needed to help her be able to fight more… effectively.

/~/

Mordred continued to hold her mother's hand as she pulled her along, guiding her out of the castle courtyard. Though she had no idea where she actually was in Killisbury Castle, Mordred just felt her instincts tell her the best way to go and since Tintagel Castle was similar in some aspects, she decided to simply follow what looked similar until she could get to the drawbridge. Hopefully Sir Bertilak had defeated the Brown Knight Without Pity by this point and they could now simply leave. She thought back to the brigands she had killed and then she paused for a moment as if finally comprehending the gravity of what she had done. She, Mordred, had KILLED those men. She snuffed out their lives and in her rage, it was so… easy. It was… how DID it feel…?

Morgan tugged on Mordred and snapped her out of her temporary daze before she eventually saw the front gate to Killisbury Castle. There were still brigands lingering in the castle, afraid to stay, but afraid to leave as well. They had not yet noticed Mordred and her mother, but soon they caught onto them as Mordred hesitated in trying to think of a way out. As the man called his comrades, arrows and bolts began to strike with deadly accuracy. From the battlements, Mordred cheered as she saw Robin Hood and Young Robin shooting arrow and bolt down onto the men, clearing the path for them to leave the castle. Young Robin and Robin Hood went to the winches and opened the gate before lowering the drawbridge for them to depart.

The first thing that they saw upon the lowering of the drawbridge was the smoke from the flames wafting into the sky and they saw Sir Bertilak, burning and flailing to put the flames out on his body, a lance buried into his back. The Brown Knight was a blur on his black stallion as he rode the giant of a man down over and over to crush him beneath his horse's hooves. But the Green Knight continued to try to swing his axe and cleave the horse and rider both. But the Brown Knight's horse was simply too fast. Mordred let go of her mother to run and try to help, but Morgan caught her by her tunic and stopped her.

Sir Bertilak was knocked to the ground as the massive horse ran into him again, but once more he got to his feet as the Brown Knight turned again for one final charge. But as he got to his feet, the Brown Knight was already on him and with a final swing of his sword, the Green Knight's head was lopped off his shoulders.

/~/

Mordred felt despair hit her stomach at the death of her master and the wild cheering of the Brown Knight at being the one to kill King Mark's golem and let out a cry of anguish. Her mother was as still as if she were a statue and then the Brown Knight noticed them. He kicked his heels again and began to have his steed saunter over to them. Mordred stood in front of her mother, pulling out the small dagger she had as the only means of defense. She tried to find that anger before, to help her protect her mother, but however hard she thought and prayed, it wouldn't come forth! She felt as if the well of power she had was all used up and without it she would have no chance against the Brown Knight! But as the Sir Breuse began to pick up speed, an arrow struck Widow Maker's head directly and the horse bellowed as it fell over dead, sending its rider tumbling.

Mordred and Morgan looked to see where the arrow had come from and saw that Robin Hood was standing tall amidst the parapet, having used his last arrow to bring down the Brown Knight. But even without his horse, the Brown Knight felt he could at least kill the witch and the child before fleeing. Widow Maker would come back to life eventually anyhow. But as he picked up his sword an axe suddenly slammed onto the bridge between him and his intended victims. To his shock and confusion, it was the Green Knight's axe!

"What the-!?", he cried before he looked over to see what had done the deed. His eyes bulged in shock as he saw Sir Bertilak standing with his head in one hand, still dripping blood and smiling as his body held it aloft.

"Mordred, NOW!", cried Morgan as she used her magic to refuel her child's mana, having used the scant moments they had to at least empower Mordred enough for one last attack.

Once more, red lightning burst as Mordred sprang forward and dropped her dagger in favor of grabbing the axe's handle. Sir Breuse turned his attention back to Mordred as she yanked the weapon out of the ground and tore a chunk of the drawbridge with it. Sir Breuse raised his weapon to cleave Mordred in two, but empowered by her mother, Mordred swung the axe and cleaved off the Brown Knight's arm instead. He screamed as he held his arm, separated from the elbow down and he backed away to the edge of the drawbridge in pain and panic before he lost his footing and fell still screaming into the moat with a loud SPLASH.

Mordred panted and soon she let go of the axe as she looked over the edge of the drawbridge to see the Brown Knight fading into the depths of the murky water. Sir Bertilak had finally stopped burning and walked towards Mordred and her mother with his disembodied head still in his hands. The squire backed up a few steps as Sir Bertilak moved his head closer and it spoke, "Well there's the brat who decided to blatantly ignore my orders and go behind my back."

The squire frowned and before she could talk, her mother sharply ordered her to let the Green Knight speak.

"You ran away from Tintagel Castle, assaulted two people, stole away your horse, led men on a wild chase-"

"Associated yourself with outlaws, slayed several men.", chimed in her mother as Morgan looked at her aghast that she would add that in.

"And to top it all off… you did succeed in rescuing your mother and brought low the Brown Knight Without Pity.", concluded the Green Knight as he placed his head back on his body, his body glowing green as the burnt charcoal on his body began to flake away and his skin peeled away until he was as green as the spring grass. Then he kneeled down and embraced his squire in one arm with surprising tenderness, "You are a foolish, impulsive brat, but… I have never been so relieved nor proud before."

Mordred felt relief flood her as she hugged her master back, relieved that he was not angry at her. Pride filled the squire as she realized that she had done it. She had completed her first true quest and it was to save the most important person in the world to her. But then she suddenly broke back and demanded to know just how her master survived decapitation! What in the name of God was he? The Green Knight let Mordred go and he told her that it was something he was not going to tell her just yet. The Green Knight laughed at Mordred's annoyed and angry demands, telling her that it was a punishment for her ignoring his orders, but as the two contested words Morgan however turned to face the castle to see Robin Hood was still standing there, his cloak fluttering in the wind as the two stared at each other.

/~/

"Should we say goodbye?", asked Young Robin as he looked at his mentor, the one who would pass on the name and title to him someday.

"No.", said Robin Hood before he turned away, "It's better this way. Truth be told… the less we have to do with Morgan le Faye the better I will sleep."

"Well, it's no skin off my back.", shrugged the younger man as his master joined him on the parapet walkway. Still, there were a few unanswered questions and he felt curious enough to ask, "But still… how do you know Morgan le Fay? Even I heard of her, but you sound like you met her in person before."

Robin Hood was silent for a few moments before he said, "This is true. Before you came along, when Tuck and Will were still alive, I had a previous encounter with Morgan le Faye, with two young squires who were the sons of Sir Ector. Their names were… Kay and Wart."

"Who?"

"Nevermind, I'll tell you who they were later. But as long as we're here... I think it's a good as chance as any to see if there's anything left that we can give to the poor."

/~/

Mordred wanted to say goodbye and thank Robin Hood, but both Morgan and the Green Knight insisted that they return to Tintagel Castle. Melsh Dick, who had fled after the fighting started, returned to them with a loud whistle. He nuzzled Mordred and the squire pat his nose, happy to see him as well, and the three mounted him before they returned to Tintagel Castle. The men Sir Bertilak had brought with him had all perished, but he assured Mordred that they would be collected and given proper burials as heroes.

It was slow-going as they departed from Kelly Rounds and the sun was finally starting to set as they took the main road back to King Mark's castle. Mordred recounted her adventure to the Green Knight as they rode on and he listened attentively as they rode, commenting now and again on her foolishness and bravery. He warned her as well that King Mark was furious and that they would probably be in deep trouble when they got back. Dismay filled Mordred, but the Green Knight reassured her that her deeds were great enough that things would work out. But when Mordred recounted, with her mother's help, that she had struck down several men, the Green Knight asked her, "What did you feel?".

At that, Mordred went silent, because she didn't know how she exactly felt. The words didn't seem to come to her as she contemplated the answer.

Eventually, they arrived at Tintagel Castle and they were allowed in. The Green Knight's return was announced as the trio came trotting in on Melsh Dick and within moments King Mark and Queen Iseult arrived in a hurry to see that Mordred, Morgan, and his Green Knight arrive.

"SOMEBODY GET ME A SWORD SO I CAN SPANK THE ASS OFF THAT SQUIRE!", roared King Mark the second he laid eyes on the boy. Mordred flinched away, but Sir Bertilak smiled and told a page that went to fetch said sword that if he obeyed that order, he'd do the same to him with his axe. King Mark spluttered and spoke so angrily that he could not form proper sentences. Queen Iseult approached Mordred and she herself helped Mordred down from Melsh Dick while the Green Knight dismounted and carefully helped Morgan as well.

"Peace my king.", said Sir Bertilak as he stood between King Mark and Mordred, "Mordred here was the one to reach Morgan le Faye before I did and he was the one who defeated Sir Breuse Sans Pitie."

"Well, I had help…", mumbled Mordred, but Morgan sharply whispered for her to be quiet.

King Mark demanded that Mordred present proof of some kind, but the Green Knight and Morgan both spoke up and said that they saw it with their own eyes. So the king ordered them all into the throne room and demanded a full account before he would pronounce his sentence upon Mordred. The squire was still filthy from her battle and with no other course, followed her mother and the Green Knight after King Mark and his queen.

/~/

After recounting her tale along with collaboration from her mother and Sir Bertilak, the king responded that their account was either completely true or a bald-faced lie meant to make him look a fool. But either way, punishment had to be carried out for the defiance of Mordred.

"For defying the king, assaulting his people, and stealing his property, Mordred, you and your mother will be banished from Cornwall for a period of three years. You spit on my protection and will thus be exempt from it when you depart from my lands."

The sheer unfairness of it all burnt like acid in Mordred's stomach before Queen Iseult spoke on their behalf, "If I may, Your Grace?"

"Oh what the hell, go ahead already."

"Perhaps we should not just throw them out into the cold. Winter is upon us soon after all. Mayhaps you ought to allow for some time to be afforded to them before they relocate. Also, despite being a young boy, Mordred has shown exceptional courage and valor in ridding our lands of a dangerous foe. Surely some credit is due?"

"Me letting them walk out of here with their lives is reward enough! But… if you have anybody else who will take you in, then… I suppose I can allow for it to be arranged."

"I will write to my sister, Morgause to plead our case to her husband.", said Morgan, "It has been too long since I last visited Orkney and after the aid you provided to King Lot some time ago, he will feel obligated to fulfill his debt to you."

King Mark brooded for a few minutes before he at last said begrudgingly, "Very well, it shall be so. You will depart from my lands upon the end of winter, whether or not King Lot will take you. Now get out of my sight."

"Hold it!", said the Green Knight before Morgan and Mordred departed from the throne room.

"Oh what now?!"

"Sire, in light of the events that transpired, I think that it is time for the ultimate reward to be bestowed upon Mordred. Sometimes, in the defense of those we cherish, laws sometimes were made to be broken. The laws of men can sometimes bend when the direst of need occurs."

Mordred felt her heart begin to beat harder as she looked between her mother, the king, and her master. Something was about to happen and the Green Knight told her to approach him and kneel.

King Mark started to protest, but his champion said, "Don't worry, Your Highness. I will most thoroughly punish this young lad in the days to come when we continue his education. But for now… a sword if you please."

King Mark reluctantly ordered a sword to be fetched and two pages were sent to retrieve a sword large enough to fit his champion's hand.

The Green Knight towered over his squire and ordered her to lower her head before he spoke solemnly.

"For acts of valor, for courage in the face of overwhelming odds, for true faith to the creeds befitting a true knight, I, Sir Bertilak de Hautdesert, by the grace of His Majesty King Mark, do knight thee as "Sir Mordred"."

The blade tapped her left shoulder and then her right. Mordred felt dizziness wash over her and it became hard to focus. Was this really happening…? Was this all a dream? Emotion welled up in her and she began to feel herself ready to start crying, but she held it in as her master whispered, "Grit your teeth."

Mordred reflexively did so, but she looked up in time to see the back of Sir Bertilak's hand crash across her face and send her tumbling backwards.

"As a knight recognized by your peers, let that be the last blow you ever receive unanswered.", came his voice as blackness started to consume her vision.

But even as she began to pass out, with a bloody smile, a missing tooth, and swollen cheek, Mordred couldn't help but laugh and laugh and laugh.

The pain was real, the dream was coming true, and it was in that moment that Mordred realized how she felt killing those men…

Powerful.

Her final thought before she fainted, was the promise she had made so long ago to King Arthur.

'Soon…'

The Adventures of Mordred the Squire has been concluded.

But the innocence of childhood is over.

The dream is not yet fulfilled and many more trials await.

Next comes...

The Adventures of Sir Mordred


Immortal: Ahhh, the Adventures of Mordred the Squire has come to its conclusion, but the next part will grab you all by the lapels as Mordred continues her adventures. Before long, Sir Mordred will finally reach Camelot and take her place as a Knight of the Round Table.

Thank you all so much for staying with me thus far in this, and I promise unless I'm dead or incapacitated, I will NEVER give up on writing this story! So to you all, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and a Happy New Year!

Reviewers Corner:

EternityDragon2610 - Oh yeah, it was good to let Mordred loose and show that even as a child she can kick all kinds of ass when push comes to shove! And as sad as her loss of Moon was, Mordred will get her win!

BookOwl1701 - Trust me, reviews filed the fires of my soul and kept me going even as life itself tried to stop me! And you are right, Mordred STILL adores and craves her mother's love and approval, so she will go to any lengths for it, but... eventually even Mordred will realize enough is enough.

tipoima - I'm glad you think so! I definitely want Mordred to say in-character as much as possible, but for the purpose of the story, things will change with her, but there will be a reason for it that will become clearer down the road.