All Hell Breaks Loose; The Aftermath

[Arthur Pendragon]

To say things were bad would be a severe understatement. The city of Camelot, even the castle itself, was in ruins. People were running amok, several were injured, others lost their homes . . . not to mention the fact that Morgana was still missing, and Arthur just lost a massive number of his knights. Oh god. The men. How was he going to explain to those who had families that their sons were burned to death? It was not going to be easy. Even in this moment, all Arthur wanted to do was search for Morgana, but he could not. Not when his people was in such a state. His father was busy enough trying to organize the castle; it was Arthur's duty to try and organize the streets.

The black dragon had not shown the slightest bit mercy. It struck and struck hard, driven by revenge for the King, but taking it out on innocent civilians. Arthur did not even know where to start. "You men, come with me," he demanded, referring to a few knights who were clearly overwhelmed by the circumstances that befell the city. Arthur was going to start by collecting the injured and escort them to where Gaius was . . . or perhaps a new place for that small room was getting far too cramped. "You there!" he called to another few knights. "Keep working on the fires!" He did not have time to keep filling the buckets from the well to take to the knights so was scouring the streets for someone who could help, while he walked along them. He definitely needed all the help he could get, so anyone he saw who was not hurt, well, he was going to require their assistance.

This was going to be a very long night.

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_{Setting: Camelot City
Time of Day: Middle of the night
Timeline: That night, directly after the Black Dragon is defeated, Camelot is trying to repair itself from the damage
Tag: Open to Anyone} [/blockquote][/blockquote]

[belindaclarke]

Belinda has never seen Camelot in such chaos, it was so crazy that she didn't know what was going on. She walked out of the castle which was in ruins, coughing from all the dust around her. She was covered in soot, her hair had some dark spots along with her face, even her clothes were darkened.

When she was out of the castle she looked around to find that everyone were still running around in panic with many walking wounded and some unconcious or dead on the floors of Camelot. Belinda shook her head not believing what she was seeing.This can't be happening, I'm dreaming. Belinda thought to herself. Then she looked behind her to see the castle engulfed in red and orange.

Belinda standing there shocked that the castle is actually burning and the fire isn't giving it any mercy at all. She wasn't sure what to do, and all she could think of was try to take out the fire. She knows she can't do this on her own, but she looked around again to find Prince Arthur who was shouting orders to the remaining knights that were with him. Belinda had decided to walk up to him and ask if she can be of any help. "Excuse me sire, may I be of assistance?" Belinda asked the prince who she expects to be a great king someday, she curtsied to show him that she respects him. She kept her head low waiting for his reply hoping that she will be able to hear him over all this noise.

[Arthur Pendragon]

When a young woman approached him and asked if she could help in any way, he just looked at her at first. The dirt on her face and clothes . . . it was just another example of the harsh reality that was taking place today. It made him feel like he should have done more to prevent this. He was going to get to the bottom of it though, and once the city was cleaned up, and once he found Morgana, he was going to find out how the Black Dragon managed to escape captivity after having been in it for so long. Quickly pulling out of his thoughts so that he could focus on the present situation, he snapped back to reality.

"Are you hurt at all?" he asked. Though his concern was genuine, the question was a bit rushed. He wanted everyone in the city to be checked out just in case, but he knew that there was already a shortage of help so anyone who just had a few cuts and bruises were no priority. Still. He wanted to make sure she was able to help for Arthur was not sure how he was going to get everything sorted out. She appeared to be okay, but she was covered in dirt, and she may have an injury that he could not see. One small step at a time. That was what Arthur had to do, otherwise, he was going to be far too overwhelmed.

[belindaclarke]

"No sire, but thank you for your concern."Belinda replied giving him another small curtsy, to show that she was fine. She managed to escape the castle unscathed but just covered up in soot and dirt from the damage that the dragon has caused. She wouldn't really blame the dragon he was trapped in there for years, not being able to really fly out of that prison he was in. Belinda hates Uther with a passion but she cares for the fate of Camelot. There are so many wonderful people whom she has not met yet, and she plans to meet them when she has the time.

The young girl looked around again seeing everyone's horror in their eyes and the sadness of losing a loved one during this whole chaos, this fiasco. If only she knew some magic she can fix this, but she doesn't know magic. Belinda has read a lot of books on magic and how dangerous it can be but it can also be magnificent. And beautiful just like fire. Beautiful when controlled if not, it just engulfs everything it's path. This is what she is taking in right now, the dangerous side of a magical creature who are usually gentle and kind when not provoked. Belinda was going to break the silence between them by asking him what she should do but she waited, because he gives the orders not her.

[Arthur Pendragon]

She seemed relatively calm . . . though no less concerned then anyone else. "And your family?" he asked. She appeared to be very young, he had to question whether she had any family that was in any potential danger . . . or perhaps she had not quite located them yet. Even if Arthur could help one family at a time, at least it was something. Though, he had a feeling that was not an issue for as he previously determined, she was somewhat calm. Surely she would be more panicked and distraught if she could not find her loved ones. Still . . . Arthur had to ask.

"Is there any one you need help finding?" He asked, his question a bit more general than the first. He did not consider these questions a waste of time though. Truth me told, he had no idea where to start, and if she was able to help then he would take her up on that offer . . . but not until he ensured she was in a position to help.

[belindaclarke]

The sounds of people screaming in horror, and pain filled her ears. Belinda tried to remain as calm and composed as possible so she may help Prince Arthur with whatever he needed help with. "I'm an orphan, sire." Belinda replied as she blinked back the tears that were threatening to come out. That frightful night she really doesn't want to remember that. The memory is still very vivid, and she has had countless dreams similar to the night, and ones just like it. "Please sire, don't be sorry." The seventeen year old girl said quickly before he could say that he was sorry to hear about her loss. She has heard that too many times, throughout her life.

"No, sire." Belinda answered his second question as she looked around wishing she said yes. She really wanted to help the survivors who were scattered around Camelot. Maybe she could help him do that, to look for survivors.

((ooc: sorry it's short ><))

[Arthur Pendragon]

What she had lost, was not because of the Black Dragon. Arthur did not feel relief, but still remorse. He did not apologize or offer condolences, since it was clearly something she was accustomed to, and something she did not particularly like. Instead of asking for her life story -- as he knew there was larger things that he needed to do right now -- he simply nodded, giving her a soft look. He did notice however that she looked saddened, and while he wanted to ask her once again if she was alright, he fought the urge.

"Whats your name?" He asked. His voice was gentle, concealing any stress or devastation he felt over all of the victims of this horrible attack. He did however not want to leave her alone. She was an orphan, and she was clearly upset. Did she have no one? He would remain with her until she was settled somewhere, whether it be her home or . . . what if it were destroyed? He motioned for his men to fetch the water and take it to where it was urgently needed. Right now, he tried to focus on this young girl.

[belindaclarke]

Belinda kept blinking back her tears as they threatened to come flowing out, she didn't want to not now. Prince Arthur probably needs her help anyways so she can't break down now. This isn't the time to cry. Belinda told herself as she closed her eyes temporarily and listened to the continued screaming of pain, sadness, fill up around her. She really wanted to stop this, but what can she do? Belinda wasn't really sure about what to do if she finds survivors but then she remembered reading about tending to the wounded.

"My name is Belinda Clarke, sire." She replied with a small curtsy, then she felt a jolt of pain on her ankle, she ignored it trying to hide the fact that she was hurt, as she started to straighten herself. Belinda doesn't know how she managed to injure herself while getting out of the castle. She hoped that the Prince Arthur didn't notice her wince in pain. She really wanted to help she didn't want to be useless. Injured or not.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur had been on enough battlefields to know when someone was injured. His men often had to conceal their wounds as they did not want to appear weak or vulnerable. But right now, there was not need to ignore her pain. "Belinda, you are hurt." He said as more of a statement this time rather than a question. "Come with me. We need to go to the physician so that he can have a look at your injury." It was not a matter of question. Even if he could fix Camelot one person at a time, he would. He was not sure how busy Gaius would be, but maybe someone else would be there to help. Gwen often aided Gaius, and sometimes Morgana . . . sadly, Morgana was no longer here.

Arthur tried not to think about that. "Can you walk? He asked her, wondering just how severe the wound was. She had been hiding it rather well during the short course of their conversation, but that did not mean she did not feel the strong effect of it.

[belindaclarke]

How did he manage to see that she was hurt? Belinda thought she concealed it quite well, even though she couldn't really put pressure on her ankle right now. Considering he is a Knight he might have seen the ways that his fellow Knights or many other people trying to hide their pain from him or others. This isn't the first time that she has tried to conceal her pain from others, just to do what she needs to do even though she sprained something she will ignore the pain.

She listened as Prince Arthur stated that she was hurt, and told her to come with him to see the physician, Gaius. Belinda knew he was going to be busy she really didn't want to bother him all she needed was a splint and some cloth to make sure the splint stays in place. When she heard Arthur ask her if she could walk she tried but the pain was a too great for her to handle that she ended up falling to her knees in front of him. Now she had a chance to get a glimpse at her ankle. It was bruised badly. "Apparently I can't, sire." Belinda said looking at the ground.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Thankfully, Gaius was not too far away. He looked at place he knew all the wounded were going, and looked back at Belinda. She was a lot smaller than he was, so it would be hard for her to hobble along if he was her only support. He picked her up her delicate body and began to carry her over to seek medical aid. It was not a long walk, just a few moments but it would have taken much longer if she tried to walk, especially if she could barley curtsy.

He lightly kicked open the door, surveying the crowd and seeing the abundant number of patients . . . victims of this horrible fire. He saw a spare seat and gently placed Belinda on it. He then looked at the over crowded room again. His eyes fell on Guinevère, and hoped she wasn't too busy to help this young girl.

[belindaclarke]

Before she could say anything more, she felt Prince Arthur's strong arms lift her up with ease. She was surprised at first as she looked around the damage that the dragon has done to Camelot. Belinda doesn't really blame the dragon for his anger, Uther has banned magic for so long and the dragon probably has been planning to attack Camelot for some time. Belinda still can't believe that Prince Arthur is carrying a servant girl like her. She's been a servant since she was a child with her parents. She has always helped her parents with the chore, she never done one on her own until she started to gain the strength to do be able to do so. The only servant that Prince Arthur seems to respect is his personal manservant, Merlin. Does he even know that I am servant in the castle? Belinda asked herself as she heard a door open.

Her eyes roamed around the room full of patients injured, most of them were way more critical than her simple ankle injury. She knows what to do; all she has to do is ice it, keep her foot elevated, and wrap her ankle to keep the swelling down. As she continued to think of ways to treat her somehow injured ankle Prince Arthur had already set her down on a chair. "Thank you, sire." Belinda said as she nodded her head as a small "curtsy".

[[okay that's fine with me]]

[Guinevère]

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Guinevère was tired, and covered in ash and grim. Her once perfectly clean gown was covered in the same ash and grim, but had smears of red on it in places that spoke of hours of working with injured men. Many were hurt, many were dead, and many were in that awful place in between. Homeless and desperate the people of the city were flocking to the castle for aid. Soon, they would be full. What then?

Guinevère gave the man she was tending some water, before turning from and seeing Arthur entering. She was glad he was safe, and hoped his own injuries were not bothering him. She knew he would not let it show if they were. She slowly walked closer to him trying to keep any emotions that must stay hidden out of her face. "How is it out there?"

[Arthur Pendragon]

When Guinevère approached them, he was relieved to see her, even though she looked overworked and tired. She was safe. That was all that mattered to him. He lowered his gaze while he began to take off his gloves, trying to organize his thoughts on where to even begin with answering her question. "Things are coming together. We are still working on trying to get all the fires out." He kept composure in his voice, concealing all emotions of fear, panic, worry . . . everything.

"How are things in here?" He hoped, prayed that not too many more were dead. They still had yet to do an official count. That was certainly not something he was looking forward to. "If you have a moment Guinevère, I brought an injured young girl here." He said, motioning towards Belinda. "I do not know the extent of her injuries . . . so I was hoping either you or Gaius would perhaps take a look."