Love and respect and companionship and family are a privilege. A house to protect you from the ravages of nature, a bed to sleep away the nightmares of day, food provided to you, bowls to hold your food, clothes to keep you warm. These are privileges. A nameless slave stared into the ocean blue eyes. She saw innocence. She saw life. Dull and meaningless, her eyes were no more. Like an infectious plague, the life of the newborn spread to her eyes and she saw meaning. She saw hope. She held within her arms the most beautiful boy she'd ever seen. she knew he'd be something great, something unimaginable for a common slave like her. "Avalon", she muttered under her breath. Then they came bursting into the tent and grabbed the babe. The slave, weak after childbirth, shouldn't have been able to get up, but fire ignited in her eyes, and she screamed, "From my cold dead hands will you take my child!" She fought bravely, screaming like a banshee, but in the end, it wasn't from her cold dead hands that they took the child, but from the warm corpse that lied upon the ground. The cowed and almost forgotten midwife spoke softly, "Avalon". Gaining courage, she yelled to the departing men, "His name is Avalon." Disclaimers: One, the cover isn't mine, but I think it is cool. Two, I'm writing this with nothing but a simple premise and no planning, so it might be good, or it might be bad, it is up to you to decide. Three the premise of the story is from this book. I'm giving credit for it, but personally, I think even the premise has changed so much in my mind, much less the story, that you wouldn't even think they're related. Finally, because I'm writing this with no planning, I prefer not to limit myself to genres and tags, so I put down the bare minimum of what the story will be. It could and probably will be so much more. Also what is really funny, is that I came up with the name on the spot, turns out that Avalon was an Arthurian name and the cover art is Knightly.