This started out as a short story but somehow it's spawned into 76 pages and counting. Basically, the plot centers around Adrian Pendragon, son of Mordred and last surviving heir of Camelot. Adrian is sent on a quest to stop the dark damsel, Morgan Le Fay, and along the way, find out the truth about the final night of Camelot. Demons, magyk, even a crazy imp named Bricriu ensue. Here's a sneak peek at "Son of Mordred"

There was a knock at my door followed by the sounds of quiet footsteps. I turned and looked on in surprise. Before me stood Gyn Rei, but no longer was she the spectacular femme fatale who, mere hours before, had been slaughtering goblins and taken on the likes of Galahad himself. In her place stood a beautiful maiden, her face a mixture of fear and concern. Instead of her usual purple ensemble of armor, she wore a light yellow dress, a color so alien on her, she seemed to glow. Her hair had been brushed back, instead of it's usual braid, and the single strands of purple hair dangled down over her right eye.
"Adrian...we need to talk." she said, taking a seat beside me at the window. My heart jumped as her hand slightly brushed mine.
"I, uh-what about?" I stammered. What an idiot...
"It's just, I know the past few days have been a nightmare-for all of us. But, I never apologized for what I said to you." My mind drew a blank, not remembering our past arguement, it seemed like it had happened a year ago...
"Look, you don't have to apologize, I probably would have reacted the same way if I were in your place." She shook her head.
"It's not that. It's just...I've always been pushing people away since I was little. I'm always afraid they just want to know me because I'm Gawain's daughter. But then you...You didn't let any of that bother you and I've been insulting you ever since. It's just...I didn't want you to find out that I'm..."
She turned away.
"What?" I whispered. She turned back and leaned in closer to me, her lips a mere breath away from mine.
"That I might..." We leaned in closer, our eyes never leaving the other's.
"Yes?" Somehow, my hand found it's way to her back, our lips now barely touching. That's when hell decided to knock at the front door...