“Are you sure that was a good idea?” Compton asked Mordred as they walked to the train station.

“Not at all but I’m glad that we didn’t have to resort to plan B and fight her. This way we can get reinforcements and keep the people of London safe.” Mordred replied with a sigh.

“Agreed. However, do you believe that Lou will fare well with her while we are getting things ready?” Compton asked with a melancholy face.

“I believe that he may seek death after this.” Mordred said without any emotions behind her words.

“That’s reassuring.” Compton replied with a concerned look.

* * *

I walked past Medea to see a small kitchen and dining room area. To my left was a bedroom with two beds in it and to my right a room with a fireplace and a few chairs in it. Elysif was sitting in one of the chairs near the fireplace sleeping. Thank God she was alright. I looked back at Medea who had just shut the door and was walking towards me.

“Don’t be shy. I don’t bite.” she said seductively.

“Yes, I believe you do.” I replied.

“Only if I feel threatened, so I would suggest handing over your weapons.” she said back.

“Understandable.” I said as I pulled out my pistol and handed it to her. She smiled as she took the revolver. Examining it for a moment, she cracked the top, releasing all of the bullets from the cylinder. Medea then chucked it behind her and it snapped into a hundred different pieces as if cut by invisible blades before hitting the floor. I stared at her unsurprised as she held out her hand again.

“What?”

“Don’t think of me as a fool. I know you have other weapons.” she said extending her hand even more.

“You’re smarter than you look.” I replied as I pulled my dagger out from under my coat. She took it and looked it over before shooting me a look of hatred.

“Where did you get this?” she asked with an aggressive tone.

“I was given it by Scott and I had Iscarat put the runes on it.” I replied truthfully.

“That’s bullshit!” she said as a small trail of blood slammed me against the wall.

“I told you the truth. Does it remind you of something?” I asked after groaning from the pain of being slammed into the wall.

“My master had one similar to this. However, my memory may be hazy from fifteen hundred years.” she said as she released me from the wall. Her face almost looked sad.

“What kind of person was your master?” I asked.

“He was a kind man who was loved by everyone in the courts of Camelot. Despite being a foreigner and no one ever seeing his face he was widely accepted.he taught me to read and write as well as use magic. Never once did he act prideful or resentful of anyone and even became friends with the king.” she explained as she sat down at the dining room table.

“Then why does everyone think he killed king Arthur?” I asked.

“He did not kill the king. He was framed and since no one could prove it wasn’t him he was hunted. Though no one found him and I was taken as an accomplice, set to be executed before I escaped.”

“Do you have any idea who could have framed him?”

“No, I have looked into it for years but found nothing. Every so often I would hear rumors of him attacking the Agency or their past groups but I would usually blow it off as someone who was pretending to be him. Unlike me, he wasn’t blessed by the Elder Ones gifts so he could never live this long. Strangely though, he would always leave a battlefield unharmed.” she said.

“Just how strong was he then?”

“He once cut down an entire militia in less than an hour by himself and defended a village from their attack.”

“That sounds impressive.”

“It was impressive and it is what made him a knight of the round table. He was given a sword forged by the Lady of the Lake Vivian or better known as the Norse Elder One Freya. The sword was imbued with magic that granted him special armor and allowed him to absorb magic upon touching it.”

“You may not believe me but I think I may have seen your master.”

“Where?” she asked