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Caitrin had asked him if he felt better and he did despite having wet clothes he was warm which made the rain soaked clothes he had warm as well because his body temperature went up just a little. Pulling the milk to his lips he finished it off slowly than set it beside Caitrin's ready to be taken away and cleaned for it's next use. Mordred wondered if anyone else would be here, she said she had lived with husband and uncle so would they be here for the dinner time or was it just Caitrin and himself for the night? Mordred shrugged a little to himself not really wanting to ask her because he was not sure he wanted the answer. Mordred didn't do good with a lot of people and when people were around him he was silent and only spoke through the mind whether or not someone was of magic origin or not he just felt more comfortable that way, thus making him seem like a mute.

Caitrin than told him that her maid was finding him some dry clothes. That was nice, his clothes were a little old, ripped, and dirty so to have new ones to wear would be rather pleasant, at least that is what he thought. "Thank you, will no one mind you giving me clothes?" Mordred thought about it a little, there seemed to be no young ones except the one ins her stomach so how would he get clothes would they cut some up for him or just try to find the smallest ones they could. He did not know but still grateful none the less and he would always be grateful towards her, not many people showed this kind of kindness and they rarely took someone into their home let alone a druid who was feared through out Camelot thanks to Uther so he was forever grateful that Caitrin had come along, without her he would be spending his time in a tree hole trying to stay warm and dry while the storm crashed upon the leaves and the ground. Mordred was happy.

Leaning against her was comfortable and as soon as she put her arm around him Mordred at first froze in his spot not really sure what to think about this gesture. It felt nice but Mordred was not use to this kind of affection other than from Morgana and that was maybe a hug but never like this. Mordred smiled to himself a little, she was so nice it almost made him feel like he wanted to stay this way forever but he knew that was not possible. After the storm he would leave not wanting to put his new friend in danger nor her family so he would leave when the skies were clear and the rain would stop. Sadly he would miss her but it was for the best if he would leave when it was safe.

It did not take long for the maid to come back with warm drinks, it was warm milk and that excited Mordred like no other. IT had been so long since he had milk. With no hesitation he pulled the cup to his mouth and took a rather large gulp and though it burned his mouth slightly it tasted really good and he let off a sigh of relief as he moved his tongue around trying to cool it down a little. "Thank you" He said to Caitrin though his mind, he would have said it to the maid but he did not feel comfortable speaking out loud. He was just use to speaking with his mind because he was always around other magic users, it was just natural for him.

Caitrin spoke of the house and how it was her uncles and he nodded as he listened. It was still a nice place in Mordred's eyes whether it was hers or her uncles. It was better than any place he staid which was not saying much because he said out side in caves and well tree holes as she had found him. But luckily for Mordred he liked the outside and all the creatures and fresh air, everything was lovely out side and as a child he enjoyed to run around and mess around and he never got into trouble. Though he would love to have a home to call his own like he use to. Maybe one day when Druids weren't hunted and he could live peacefully among everyone else.

Note: It's all good, no worries

She spoke up to him telling him she would of course bring him to the Isle of the Blessed and he couldn't help but let a small smile climb upon his lips for the thought of being safe sounded too good to be true and if there was such a place he wanted to be there. Perhaps a place that was safe would allow him to take up more practice with his magic, something he has not been doing too much with seeing as he was always on the run or sleeping to keep up strength. Mordred barely had time for anything now a days, he was alone in the world and the hunters thought of him as easy prey despite the fact that he had magic it was only because he was a child and a small one at that. He knew better though he was strong willed and very smart he may not have known a lot about his magic because all of his masters had died before he was taught everything but he knew some and every little bit helped him in his journeys.

Nimueh had spoken up again, this time she was telling him another means of travel that would be faster. He looked up at her as she asked him if he had trusted her and he did to a point, seeing as he knew nothing of her but she saved his life and there for owed her so he knew where this was going and agreed to do anything that she wished, though he was slightly curious about this idea she was having "Yes of course Nimueh, though I do wish to hear more about this idea you have of transportation." It was simple really. Mordred did not hesitate and he would do as he was told because that was the kind of child he was, it was how he was raised but he did want to know more, the boy could not go without knowing more. It was like the knowledge fueled him made him continue going. The boy needed to know things it was his right as a child to learn things. It would only better him as a man.

He looked over at Morgana when she spoke to him. Mordred smiled at her and shrugged a little "I thought so to, I think it is just habit for me now." It could be true considering he doesn't sleep often because he needs to keep moving, always on the run from hunters. For an odd reason they favored him, maybe it was because he was the one they couldn't catch and keep, that would make sense but he did not take a lot of time trying to think about that. Mordred was in the company of Lady Morgana a woman he had great respect for, someone he cared deeply for and matter of fact the only person who has not been taken from him so Morgana was very special to him and he wanted to get in as much time with her as he could.

She handed him some soup and he had thanked her. It looked good, anything better than he has had in a long time. Mordred sniffed it and turned to Morgana "Looks and smells delicious Lady Morgana!" He was not lying either, the boy was grateful for anything he got and to have it from Morgana which made it that much better. Mordred was so excited to see Morgana it had been such a long time, he was just so excited though he wished they would have met on better circumstances unlike they did earlier with the rain with the men that were after him. It had been such a long day he was happy she was there to help him and no he was in her home safe and sound.

She said something about it being such a long time since they last seen one another and he couldn't agree more with her. "It has been a long time. Many things has happened since our last meeting. How have you been Lady Morgana?" He scooped up some soup into his mouth and when he swallowed it everything warmed up on the inside of his body it was wonderful really, he was warm on the inside and out. Mordred sat curled by the fire eating soup that was made by Morgana he couldn't have been happier everything was said through the boys large blue eyes.

Mordred looked at the servant lady who talked with Caitrin, she made him slightly nervous for he did not care to be around so many people, only because he has had many bad experiences with groups of people but she seemed friendly as she spoke to miss Caitrin than did some form of a bow thing and walked away. He looked up at Caitrin to see what would happen next he also was not sure how to respond to her. She said she knew little about the Druids but seeing as she did not know a lot he would not know where to start. To him it was a place of paradise, the place was wonderful, open and free the people were kind and caring unlike a lot of the people he had some across but the peaceful nature of the Druids did not last long seeing as Arthur and his knights ransacked the place and had many fearing for their lives where as the others did not get so lucky. That was a hard time for him but he got over it and kept moving forward.

Caitrin lead the way to a room that Mordred would be waiting in. Upon entering the first thing he saw was a warm fire that looked so nice to curl up by and dry his clothes. Caitrin than spoke to him and told him to wait here while she went and changed. Not saying anything he nodded to her and watched her walk away. With him not speaking people around the house would probably see him has a mute but he did not want to talk at least not with his voice unless he had to.

After Caitrin left he walked over to the fire not wanting to sit on any furniture he curled himself up by the fire on the floor in a small area not wanting to dirty anything up. Mordred kept to himself and just watched the fire dance in it's place. Fire was beautiful it was graceful yet deadly it light the dark. It was mysterious yet open, it made Mordred really think on different things. He let off a small sigh as he wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his chin on his knees. It was a good way to stay warm and it also became comfortable after a while. If one were to look at it, it was also a position of defense so if attacked he would be able to spring open quickly but that was not the case in the home of miss Caitrin, here she said he was safe and he trusted her he wasn't sure why he did but he did so he sat there curled up and waited for her to return.

Mordred kept his head down as the sky rained down on them. The rain was so heavy it ripped through the plants some of the lushes green leaves fell to the ground though when it his the clothes of skin of Mordred it did not hurt though it was cold and it made him numb to the bone but he did not make a face he kept his baring and made his way as fast as he could, as fast as Caitrin could go with her baby that sat in her stomach. Caitrin than asked where he was from, did she not know about the druids. He tilted his head up at her and with pure curiosity he asked her a simple question "Have you never heard of the Druids? Surly you have through Uther or the others that walk the paths in Camelot?" Mordred did not really know how to word what he was asking but hopefully she would understand and be able to answer his questions.

It did not take long at all for them to reach her house. Stepping inside Mordred stopped to look around he was amazed at the size, it was no castle but it was large compared to the many homes he has had, He couldn't help but look around his tired eyes looking from the floor to the walls even to the decorations that covered the walls and every where he looked. It was amazing, and he was not sure what to say about it. Than out of no where Caitrin spoke to him pulling him back to earth and he looked at her as she told him that he could hang his cloak up by her own so he let go of her hand and pulled up to take his wet cloak off. He took a step over to the rack and reached up standing on his tippy toes he hung the cloak up, than backed up a little still not really sure what to say about anything.

His clothes were wet and dirty he did not want to move around too much or sit on her lovely furnishings because he did not want to get them dirty. Looking at Caitrin he whipped his face a little but only smeared the dirt slightly. His big blue eyes searching her face for what to do, he was in someone elses home, someone who was being kind to him that was something that did not happen often and so Mordred wanted to be as kind and as courteous as possible, again something Mordred was not use to being on his own but he could very well try his hardest. He was young yes but he was smart and chose his next move carefully.

Note: Thank you haha. Yours was wonderful! If you do want others to join that is fine with me all up to you though haha

He smiled kindly at her. It had been such a long time since he had seen her. The last time was when he came to her for her help on retrieving the crystal but despite the excellent work Lady Morgana had done they still failed at keeping it which made Mordred a little irritated because he would have been able to figure its magic out in a matter of weeks but no, Arthur and his men had to come and destroy everything as usual. But that was the past this was now and now he was with Lady Morgana a woman he had never been closer to. Somehow they had this special bond that he was not complaining about, it was nice to have someone there for him that was not going to use him or mistreat him, but someone he could laugh with even if it was a little laugh everything helped in this time.

Morgana told him that she would make him something for his wound and that he could rest. She also reassured him that he was completely safe and she would not let any harm come to him. The thought of no harm was like a dream really he had always been on the run or always looking over his shoulder so it was a nice breath of fresh air really. With all that being said he laid back on the bed and closed his eyes as Morgana told him she would make some medicine that would help with the head pain. "Th-a-n-k y-o-u" He said in an almost exhausted out of breath voice as he closed his eyes. One his eyes closed it did not take even a minute and he was out. Mordred fell fast a sleep and the little kid looked of peace. His big icy blue eyes hidden from the world and his breath almost lifeless though if you look close enough it is obvious that he is breathing. The boy was exhausted and rest in a actual bed in a actual house was refreshing for him.

He listened to her as she spoke about the purge, he had heard about it once before, it was the time when Uther went and killed those with magic and just about everyone connected to it, anyone who housed sorcerers or related to them. Even those who talked to him it was a mass genocide really and those who escaped went into hiding. It was a sad a cruel time and it didn't stop Uther was cruel and would kill anyone who showed sorcery in Camelot. Luckily Mordred was not around than he thought now was bad he might not have survived in fact he was barely making it now there was so much danger and with his magic not at it's full potential it made things a little difficult, though he managed somehow. Mordred looked up at her when she said he was born with a gift and he could almost saw other wise, almost. Mordred could not complain too much because it has saved his life plenty of times, though if he didn't have magic than he wouldn't be in constant danger so it was a gift and a curse, all he had to do was get the hang of it.

He sighed a little as he looked up at Nimueh than back down at the ground as she explained that there was a place he could stay that was safe. He looked at her with a curious eye, there were many places one could stay that would be safe for a while so he was rather curious to what she had in mind and before he could ask where she spoke to him. The Isle of the Blessed a place that was once the home of many Priestesses of the Old Religion. Upon hearing this Mordred perked up a little it was a safe heaven for those with magic, a place most people did not dare go to because of all the 'rumors' that have been spread some people saw it has a dangerous place but Mordred saw it as an opportunity. Nodding a little to himself he looked at her, his big icy blue eyes stared at her deeply "Will you take me to the Isle of the Blessed?" He heard about it but never thought of traveling to it, he wasn't even sure where it was.

Night had taken over making the forest a dark place that was not safe to travel. Looking around the men who captured him had to have had horses, cause someone had to pull the giant cage Mordred was trapped in though in Nimueh's terror he was not sure the horses stuck around, Mordred was not wanting to travel on foot to a far away place that was for sure, the boy was tired and his feet were hurting and walking just did not sound very good to him at that moment "Hopefully the horses have not gone far." He was looking around, taking a few steps away from the cage. Mordred was listening carefully for noises that sounded like a horse, at night the forest was rather quiet so it was easier to pick up familiar sounds.

It was soon that they had entered her little shack and things were clear now there was no fog no rain and luckily no mud! The lady had set Mordred on a bed and with shock she had said his name but before he could react or really even open his eyes she had hurried away to get him water. Holding the glass to his mouth he sucked down the water taking large gulps until it was gone. The water seemed so fresh, so nice he couldn't help but let of a small sight of relief as his throat became moistened and clear. Looking around everything seemed to be rather blurry, blinking a few times things seemed to swirl into focus. Looking around he saw a fire and chairs and some shelves it seemed cozy than as he made his way around the room he spotted her! The one person he had been searching for all a long Lady Morgana!" Despite the fact that he was tired and his head hurt his excitement was glowing from his face, he smiled from ear to ear as he reached in and hugged her tightly. He had been looking for her since he had heard of her taking over the castle and than being banished, and seeing as Mordred had no one else left he went off and began his search for her, running from men and trying to stay dry. It was finally nice to have found her after those many harsh nights.

"I am glad I found you! I have been searching the woods for you since I heard you have not been at the castle." He gave a soft smile it was a weak one but it was there none the less as he spoke to her through his mind, still not really wanting to use his words. It was just more of a habit now for him a lot easier to do when other sorcerers were around. He rubbed his head a little where he had hit it on his fall and there was a slight bump on it, wincing at the pain it caused just by his light touch. All the rain and mud it was a wonder not a lot of people slipped off of hills and hurt themselves, maybe Mordred was just one of the lucky ones. He sat up and positioned himself so he could look at her with a straight view. Her face and her eyes made him feel safe, he knew Morgana would always protect him as she had done in the past.