Damsel In Distress [ Arthur | Guinevère | Morgana]

[Guinevère]

Odin was getting bold, and Guinevère was growing afraid. She and Morgana were riding to visit the grave of Morgana's father then they found the attack. The knights of their party split and half stayed and half went for help. Yet knowing that there was no time to waste and they had to save Arthur, Morgana and Guinevère and set off to find him.

It would be mostly Morgana, for Guinevère knew nothing of following trails, or tracking, or how to break anyone out of a encampment of thugs. Someone though they managed to find the camp and get close enough to let Morgana knock to men out and steal their clothing. Guinevère's was large on her smaller frame but she tucked and twisted until things fit. Pulling her hair up into the cap, and using a bandana to hide her face--and dirt to make her softer skin harder to notice in the dark.

Finally they were walking around the sleeping camp, Guinevère all but hiding behind Morgana, as they moved closer and closer tot he wage type cage that the prince was kept in.

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Despite her hatred for Uther, her love for Arthur still remained. He was still her brother - he had done nothing wrong, and this attack was completely unwarrented. Morgana's anger toward Odin was real and tangient as she viewed the fallen men, knowing exactly what had happened. As she pulled the clothes on, the brunette's mind wondered toward her brother, wondering if he were alright, and how easy it would be to save him from whatever Odin was doing to him.

She would not let herself wonder if it was too late... there was no way it could be too late. Arthur was stubborn, pigheaded, and a complete and utter... brat, at times. He would not let a man like Odin get to him so easily, of that she was sure! He would not give in so quickly. The ward pulled her hair back, twisting it so it would fit into the cap she had stolen, following Gwen's lead on that one, making a face at how dirty these clothes were. She quickly shrugged it off, though -there were more important things to worry about. Arthur was in trouble, and possibly ... no. She would not consider that eventually. If he allowed any harm to come to himself, she would murder him.

As they neared the cage, Morgana knelt down, picking up the sword that lay next to one of the sleeping guards, turning to Gwen. "you must be ready," she stated in an almost whisper, passing her the sword. She herself had one of her own tucked already into the strap of her clothing - as a rule of being a Pendragon's ward, she had learned to always carry such a thing around. It was times like this that she was grateful for such initiative. As they reached the cage, Morgana stepped forward, pressing a hand to one of the bars. "Arthur?" she called in a low voice, praying he did not startle and alert anyone. He looked worn, tired, which worried the ward. He was stronger than most people might know, so for him to be looking like this... what had they put him through?

Morgana shook her head, clearing the thoughts, makign her voice a little louder as she once again called his name, making sure to keep her voice low "Arthur?"

[Arthur Pendragon]

The ambush had taken them all by surprise. They were completely unaware of the men that had come at them, and it had left many knights dead . . . and Arthur alive. What the mercenaries lacked in skills, they well made up for in numbers. And the next thing Arthur knew, he was in a cage type cart, being dragged along with this group of men. It didn't take long for him to understand exactly where he was going: Odin's kingdom. The man had used mercenaries to enter Camelot undetected; men who would not bare his seal. It just showed how desperate Odin was getting. Arthur still did not regret his decision to not retaliate against him after the first assassin he sent. He knew that somehow, he would get out of this one too. Hopefully they crossed the borders into Odin's land. He knew that they only reason they were keeping him alive, was so that Odin would have the pleasure of killing the prince who claimed his own son's life himself. Soon, the search for the missing Pendragon would commence.

Surely, the knights of Camelot would catch up to the mercenaries. Though, they were taking the most indirect route . . . which was not giving Arthur much hope. They eventually came to a stop and made camp for the few hours. Some men created a large parameter to walk around, keeping guard, while the others rested. Arthur knew there was no point in trying to talk his way out of this -- nor could he break through the bars -- so instead, he just lay his head against the cage and closed his eyes. Not quite asleep, but not fully awake, he could have sworn he heard someone say his name. The first time, he had ignored it. The second time, he slowly opened his eyes to see a figure right near the cage. So he hadn't been imagining it . . . though that only increased his confusion. He looked at the man and . . . no wait. NOT a man. It was a woman. It was . . . Oh. Dear. "Morgana?" He asked in a harsh whisper, having enough sense to keep his voice low.

He crept closer to where she was, as his hands gripped around the bars of the cage, his face close to it so that he could communicate with her through whispers. "What are you doing here?"! He noticed someone move next to her and Arthur looked at the other figure. It took him a few moments, unable to tell instantly who it was from the darkness and from the way their face was covered. But the moment he locked eyes on her . . . he knew precisely who it was. It only made his fear for both women increase at a rapid, overwhelming pace. "Guinevère?" He both asked and said as a statement. What were they doing here?! Were they alone? Why had they come? It was too dangerous! "You both need to leave before someone wakes up," he warned them. He could not bare the thought of something happening to either of them: his sister of heart and . . . the woman he loved with all his heart.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère was walking though the camp, following Morgana as best as she could while trying not to make a sound. "You must be ready," Morgana told her while handing her a sword. Taking, Guinevère's fingers wrapped slowly around the handle and she looked up at her mistress. "I will not fail you." She whispered, doubt in her tone. She would NOT fail Arthur. That was what she meant. Morgana did not know yet, no one knew, about her and Arthur's love. About the three days he lived with her, and they became friends. No one knew. No one could know! Uther would kill her if he found out.

As they approached the cage, Morgana called out to Arthur and he noticed her. Slowly, coming to see her and saying her name. "Guinevère?" Her hear swelled at the sight that he was well, yet broke at seeing him caged like an animal rather then a person. "My lord," She called softly to return--and confirm--who she was. "You both need to leave before someone wakes up," No, they would not leave with out him. Guinevère knew Morgana would tell him such thins so she only stood there and watched him. Her eyes taking in the sight of him alive! "We have come to help you, sire," she whispered, trying to keep her voice down so not to expose them. If they were caught, Guinevère didn't want to think about what might happen happen to them. Morgana would be sold back to a VERY mad king, but Guinevère was a servant, and no title nor king would protect her.

[mpend]

Morgana laughed a little, though she made sure it was quiet, as he suggested they both leave. "And leave you here?" she hissed softly. "Never. Besides, we both know you get upset if you don't get your daily bath, Arthur." The teasing the words would normally held were somewhat lost in the urgency of the moment. "Guinevère is right, we are here to rescue you," she stated quietly.

Looking about, Morgana wondered briefly where the rest of Arthur's party was. She was fairly certain he had left with more men. Had they all been killed? Or were they hiding somewhere, waiting for the oppertune moment? She wanted to ask, but time was precious, and if the prior answer was right, she didn't want to upset Arthur by forcing him to admit such a thing. Not here, not now.

She shook her head, glancing about. "Which of these morons hold the keys?" she asked softly, although she was fairly certain that it wouldn't be so easy to free the young Prince.