Moonlight Secret

A Kidnapping

Arthur was walking in the lower town of Camelot, having finished training with his Knights early today. He didn't wear his armour, but a simple dark blue tunic with black pants and black boots covering his lower half.

Nobody truly recognized him as most were busy selling their goods to fellow people.

The sight of this peace gave the young Prince a good feeling, a feeling that this should be normal.

But with sorcerer attacks so frequently, all because they wanted revenge on his father.

He himself too was never safe as he was his father's son and only heir. It didn't make his life very easy.

A couple of black haired children passed him, the taller boy chasing the younger one as they were laughing.

Arthur smiled. Through he himself had never played like that with anyone, once he had children, he would let them play with the children from the lower town. Stance shouldn't matter like that.

Suddenly, there was a large explosion at least 500 metres away from where he stood. One of the stalls had catched fire, and it caused a very big threat to the other ones.

People were running and screaming, trying to get away.

The Prince fled into a smaller road between the houses, knowing the shortcut there. No one knew the small allies, except for children. But being the adventurer he was, Arthur had discovered them too.

Now he ran between the houses towards the flames.

Once there, he saw a man in a ragged forest green cloth setting the market stalls on fire with a spell, holding a small female black haired child near him.

The child looked scared, her eyes were wide but she didn't struggle against the man's hold.

The man found him standing there, and he smiled an evil grin. "Ah, the Prince of Camelot has decided to join us."

"Let the child go!" Arthur called. "The Knights will be on their way!"

"Let them come! They are no match for me!" the sorcerer called.

The Prince saw this man was too far lost to be saved in any sort of way, there was no use trying to talk to him. The man was even further gone than Muirden had been, or the witch singing the night Merlyne saved him.

Knights came running at them, standing still once they saw their Prince unarmed.

"Arthur!" it was Lancelot.

"Stay back!" the Prince of Camelot rose his hand as a warning sign to his men. "He's a powerful sorcerer, we cannot defeat him with our weapons!"

"Clever thinking, young Pendragon." the man smiled evilly as he let go of the little girl.

The girl ran over to the Knights.

Leon pulled her away from the scene, behind the armoured men so she could run home.

"My Lord!" Sir Pellinore threw him a sword.

But instead of catching it, Arthur let it fall down in the mud and kicked it back in the direction of his Knights, who stared at him like he had gone crazy.

Well, all but Lancelot, who was looking with utter fear at their captain.

The sorcerer grinned evilly before chanting a spell Arthur was familiar with as he'd used it too on several occasions.

Just a few seconds later, all his Knights dropped to the stone cold earth, eyes heavily with sleep.

That was before the Prince himself too fell to the ground, fast asleep.