A/N - Thank you everyone for reviewing Lord Mortemor I still haven't gotten around to fixing the age thing, please forgive me! it is only the second chapter and things have yet to unfold you know. So this introduction thing, let's please not have a quarrel but I would like to know what you all think about it. I hope all the feel of the characters just get more real, things happen fast in this chapter and for a reason, there is going to be plot upon plot in this story if you have a question please email or instant message me! or aim = luciferthereaper

P.S. I combined the second and third chapter so if you read two and three move on to chapter three "I'm sure the king will be proud to have his son home," Anthony said, "I'm sure if I could see you smiling," I began my insult quietly, "That your teeth would be as rotted and black as your heart. Sir Anthony." I tried to bow while walking and that did no good, I was kicked in the stomach and forced to bow in any case.

"Watch your mouth dirty street whore." He snapped back at me, and I was struck in the face, it seemed so redundant to hit me so many times. It was in the same place each time. For certain I would have a bruise there, we walked for hours, each insult worsening each scowl became more and more hateful, "It can't be this far, can it?" I questioned.

"Well here we are!" it was nighttime, I felt the moons light on my face, soft and elegant, lighting up whatever damage Anthony had done to me, truth is, Anthony's just a kid. Nothing more than vermin, trash swept into a royal position, being taught by words and hands of greed.

There seemed to be nothing but wind, I was confused the crowd that followed us, was silent. As if they had disappeared and to my knowledge they very well could have, a strong wind came from below and I stepped back and people pushed me into place. "Sir Mortemor." A hand that I guessed was King Anthony's stroked my face, I came up with a quick idea that would soon land me some trouble, I spit on the hand as it reached my mouth.

"Get your greasy royal hands away from me." stunned, surprised. The hand smeared the saliva I had just given him "Avalon is surrounded by many cliffs you know." Anthony said to me taking his hand back I heard it rub against the rich fabric of his shirt. "Dirty scoundrel." He sounded rather disgusted that I had the guts to spit on him. "And I damn your grave, which they will be digging for you soon." I spit and tried to aim at his face.

I missed, as they teased me. "Your worth nothing you know." His words hurt me in places that he couldn't even imagine, K told me that I would be worth something, no matter where I went, because I was who I was, and I would do great things.

I had no idea what these great things were, but I imagined that I would do some great things sooner or later because I have done nothing with my life, since he has passed away. "Your thinking about that friend of yours, aren't you?" I gave him a surprised look, how did he know what I was thinking? "That freaking physics."

"People who die deserve to die, and that boy deserved to die, and he drowned, how suiting since he was afraid of the water and couldn't swim." With every word he angered me, "Bastard." Him and his friends laughed, without thinking my fist connected with the face that was so close to me. You have to remember, my sense of hearing was astounding I can sense where people are standing, where people are moving, even what they look like by the sound of there voice alone.

He cried in pain and fell to the ground, and I began to speak. "If you ever. EVER speak like that about K again, I will rip your dull stupid eyes out of your head and make you eat them." I moved closer to him and he backed away and I grabbed at any article of clothing I could find, "I'll beat you until your black and blue."

I felt a grin come on his face and I pressed my thumb to it. "It's no smiling matter." I glared as much as I could, my hair was beginning to fall in my face and I hated him for all that he was worth, not to me, but to the public. Because he was nothing to me, "If you insult my father, you will lose your vocal chords, if I have to I will hire someone to do it."

I wasn't even sure if I was King Mortemor's son or not, but if I was, I was going to make sure his name was in good shape. "Avalon is full of cliffs you know. Simon." I glared and let him go, and we stood up straight, "Why don't you have a look at one," he put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm blind stupid" I barely got to finish my sentence before I realized that I was falling, I gasped and my arms flew around in circles in hopes to grab something. But I kept falling, I heard laughing from where I once stood on the flat ground, I tumbled down the side of the cliff, being stabbed And struck with falling rock.

I kept rolling, I felt like that I would never stop rolling, things hit my eyes, I didn't know what they were most likely rock, and then I landed on something soft, and lye still for I don't know how long, I laid there until I felt the warmth of the sun on me again, and it passed, and I felt it again.

Something poked at my arm that my head rested on, I was tucked into a ball unwilling to move, I ignored the poking, a shadowed loomed over me and I really didn't care. "Hey, you." I heard a soft voice. A moment later, the soft voice was gone I dozed off again.

I fell back asleep in the warm sun, I woke again in a dark place, and my whole body ached as I stretched "God Ow." My voice was horse as I breathed in and out, and someone sat on the bed besides me. "You had quite the fall there." He said. His voice calm, quiet familiar, I began to sit up "Ah, now hang on a second there." His cold hand slipped under the back of my shirt then he helped me sit up.

There were many holes in my shirt, and pants. I could feel them as the fabric clung to me when I moved carefully, "Tell me," he said, "What were you doing at the bottom of the cliff?" he was sharpening an knife, or a sword, something to that effect I could not tell but I could hear the sound of metals clashing together.

"I was pushed." I Said and hung my head. "Pushed?" he repeated my words only he added enthusiasm, question, concern. "Pushed." I nodded, "By who?" I thought quickly, if this man was of any importance, I could throw King Anthony off the thrown, what king pushes his own citizen off a cliff? Just because he has a disability, "I don't remember."

A heavy sigh came from my rescuer, every time he made a sound he sounded more and more familiar, I felt at home here, and I feared I was. I had not forgotten everything with these past few events; things had been called back into my mind, things that I hated so much. A sheet blowing by the window brushed my skin I looked up "A canopy bed?" I questioned and reached for the silk that hung from its capture, the bed frame.

"Yes indeed," the man said. "What's your name son?" He stood, metal on his clothing clanking "Simon." I whispered my name fascinated with a bed I thought I would never see; feel. I have heard that they were fantastic. "Simon?" his voice almost choked and I looked in the direction with my dull blue eyes, and said. "Simon." I smiled and he was quiet. "Oh my God." I heard him gasp.

"Do you know your last name?" I blinked, I must be in the house of Mortemor, which was exactly where I wanted to be, and "My full name is Simon Daniel Mortemor." I smiled, "A friend of mine said, 'never lose your name, it is the most important piece of clothing you will ever have.' " I heard my name repeated in a stunned whisper. "Simon Daniel Mortemor?" I nodded and the man ran out of the room.

Everything was starting to fit together, and I will have to thank the old over seas couple when I get well, because now I am in to much pain to move, I thought, as long as I'm here I might as well get some sleep, I think only moments passed before someone came in the room and I pretended to be sleeping.

"It's him sire! Look brown hair, blue eyes." I heard a voice over power that of my rescuer. "Do you know how many boys in Avalon have that combination of looks?" there was a cut on my shoulder that had been bleeding sense my fall and it was bothering me rather badly.

"If only I knew what my boy would look like today." I felt a soft hand on my face; it was a young hand, to young to be my father, much to young. I kept still; hair fell in my face and was moved quickly as not to wake me, he shook my bloody shoulder. I opened my eyes to be blinded by the face I would soon learn to be my fathers.

I felt people looking at me, so there had to be more than two people in the room, "Sit up lad," he said and held my back and I sat up as commanded, for many years of my life I did nothing but listen and do what I was told. It had only been a few years since K that I had my own life and my own thoughts. "Sir?" I blinked in the wrong direction; I felt the silk of canopy sheets tickle my arm slightly. "Simon?" I looked at him, and new I was looking at him because his voice, and his shadowed that loomed over me, was no other but the king of Avalon, King Mortemor himself, "Yes?" a gasp beyond the crowds, everything seemed to be happening so fast and so slow, that I was confused and didn't have the slightest idea of what was going on anymore. First, I'm a lowly street child fending for myself.

For who knows how many years, I meet my best friend, best friend dies, I meet and old man I go for a walk I get pushed off a cliff and there's my life in a nutshell. Minus all the blood and gore which I don't think anyone but myself wants to know about. He drew away from me and stood tall, my blind eyes caught glimpse of something shiny, and green. I reached out to touch it.

And was rather embarrassed to realize that it was hair, curly long. "Who are you?" I kept my voice quiet, all those who wanted to hear me, must have moved in quite a few steps from the door boundaries. "I was once someone worthy to trust." He dismissed the rest of the crowd, "How many people are in here?" I looked at him, and for once I was sure that I was looking at someone.

"None state your full name please." I looked annoyed, this question again, "Simon, Daniel Mortemor." I spoke clearly so he could catch it all the first time, "Dear God," I was embraced in a hug, that caught me rather off guard, "Most seem to be shaming the name of God these days don't you think Sire?" I felt his hair on my face, and here he was, the true king of Avalon.

It seems now that I have found my way home, it seems now that the first ruler of Avalon is not yet dead and not really the first ruler at all, after this my life becomes more complicated, and after this, removal of a kingdom must take place we all know that only one, only one family can rule a country, or countries. In this case it's country, the Mortemor family is that family. The Diace family is just going to have to go.

Quietly, into the depths and shadows that they came from, one king's son gone, and then soon the new king will be gone I give you my word, and my word. Is worth a lot more than my name.

Suddenly, ever so suddenly, within my to young to be fathers grasp; I slipped from reality and into a dream world. The loss of blood was simply to much and my eyes closed and forever more I felt nothing but darkness surround my eyes.

(Flash back)

Cold water rushed over me as it had done a billion times before, my small body shivering in the sand as I lye there unable to move, hands clenching at the grains as if they had the strength to lift me up. Soon did I realize that they did not, my head lifted its eight lbs. And looked to the beach before me, white sands going for miles before it reached any town.

And at the base of the beach a cliff, surrounding the whole way there was only one way to get out of that beach and that was to climb the cliff of alvsdoor. Some say that there were evil elves on that cliff. But at this time, I did not know I sat upon my knees pale sand covered face and vision quite clear but eyes scratched raw.

Wet sand upon my lips holding that salt water taste, my hair sticky with sea weed and other things from the sea, I rested my hands on my knees, and looked upward at the cliff that had to be at least a mile high. Then I thought, "I will die out here." There was no way that I could climb that all by myself.

Being seven, and small for my age however; small I am not now. Was impossible, the cliff looked to go on for miles! And it was all made of sand. Non-the less I trudged toward the sandy dune like cliff. I tried for hours; I couldn't make it, not even half way. Finally, during the hottest part of the day, I collapsed back in the sand.

Later, when the sun was beginning to set I was hoisted off the ground and into a pair of arms that were smooth and soft. I was carried down the dune of the cliff, opening my eyes wind hit my face as I heard the boy who held me yell, "I got him!" I looked up to see a pale face and brown hair. Silver tipped, he had a strange voice that I had never heard before.

I looked out to the ocean and saw about five other boys his age waiting for him, "Let's get him cleaned up." He smiled to his friends, as I presumed he was. "You know K." An arm slung around K's neck, "You can't take in every lonely kid you see."

"I took you in didn't I?" Laughter, I listened to their conversation the whole way to wherever they were going, "Jerus?" I said awhile later. Waking up on a soft pile of hay, "Hey, sleeping beauty." I hadn't been awake five minutes and he was already teasing me, I was soon to learn that this would become an every day activity, for the next year.

(End Flashback)

"Simon?" the King shook me awake I opened my glass like eyes and looked in the direction of his voice. "We should get that wound taken care of, come with me." I must have looked awful, "Mary!" I heard him call for a women who quickly came running, "Yes Sire?" his voice was stiff as she was unimportant to him, "Fix the boy's wound, and get him a proper change in clothing," my hair was ruffled and I cowered wondering how bad it looked now. "Alright then, come with me master Simon," I heard footsteps and stood there.

"Mary," I heard my father say and she turned around, "Yes?" he coughed sarcastically at her and mumbled something I couldn't quite catch something about good help being hard to find, "He's blind Mary, and you will have to lead him." "Oh my!" She said and apologized and her fingers slipped in- between mine, and we were headed down the hallway.

"Master Simon, I've heard many stories about you." She said sheepishly, I mused this comment, "Funny, since there are very few stories to tell." Her fingers were very loose in my hand "Steps Master Simon." I looked down to the floor and we went down a spiral stair case to the third floor so she said, "Your room used to be here." She opened a door that must have been rather large.

Because she cursed the heavy iron doors of the castle and then she flipped on a light, I could only imagine the colors, the room felt dark and empty, "Here we are." She opened a closet and pulled out articles of clothing Im sure she was blushing at the thought that she would have to dress me.

"Wound first." She realized, "Yes," I agreed and smiled. "It would be rather useless to dress a new and have a bloody shoulder." She hummed a song that I had never heard before and walked over some where in the room that was behind me, "Here we are." She could be an old lady, I thought to myself, but her skin was to fair for that. But she most certainly talked like one.

And then I thought of the old couple who had taken me in for the night, and that I had so rudely left. Suddenly a cold stinging sensation on my shoulder, "OW!" I yelped and pulled away, Mary was either doing her job or being sadistic, "Oh come on now it doesn't hurt." Again with the cloth of doom

"Women!" I hissed at her as she tended to my wound and tried to pull away "Hold still it will just hurt more." She grabbed my arm in disgust and again whipped off dry and new blood. I hissed and reminded my self of a simple alley cat searching for food. I had been one of those once, but no more.

"Would you just. OW!" I fought with her, and since she was a woman, I lost. "It wont heals if you keep messin' with it." She growled at me. "There now, that should do it." I glared at her and she patted my check. "Don't look at me like that just because you know I'm right."

My glared softened, but it was a false attack I glared again and added a slightly pouting face, "I'm rolling my eyes just so you know Master Simon." I laughed at her. This wasn't a place that I would call home, but this is a place that I would like to stay. Home, is over the mountains with the dead that I can no longer be with. "Now" she said and poked me in the chest, "Off with ye's shirt." I blinked at her and said, "I'm rolling my eyes just so you know." And I did so my shirt was off and a slight gasp came from her lips.

"What?" she made a sound like there was a gaping hole in my stomach or something, "You," she paused "You are bruised and scared all over." I smiled "Such is the life of a filthy street kid." She only stood silent, and then "Hands up" she said and in confusion I decided it best not to ask, so I did what she said.

My father came in while she was lacing my boots, they came up to my knees, honestly, does one need such big boots? "Wonderful," I heard him say and looked into his direction, I was clothed everything but my neck and up, "I knew they would fit you." Mary seemed to be rather pleased with torturing me, "Do they have to be so tight?" I whined at her and moved my foot back as she was going for the final lace.

"That's what happens when you give me lip." Another body entered the room, "Banquets almost ready King Mortemor." "Good." It was Jerus, I looked up and smiled, "Father," I questioned Mary stood swiping her hands together, "My job here is done." My father agreed and Mary was gone, I looked down to my boots. "She might as well be one of Anthony's servants." I mumbled and my father was silent.

"What's the banquet for?" I questioned undoing what Mary had done just to spite her, I thought I was going to lose the circulation in my legs for Christ sake, "Your return of course my son." A hand on my non-wounded shoulder, "Do you mind if I invited the people that gave me the thought of seeking you out?"

"No, I don't mind at all they shall be guest's of Honor! Who are they?" I smiled remembering them, and I would never forget them, "An old over sea's couple." My father cringed, "Very well Jerus, find a raven and have them deliver an invitation." "Yes Sire." And Jerus was gone.

The banquet was going to begin but before it did, I had a fight to pick with a certain king. "Father." I said and he answered in a low hmn voice, "Would you mind finding me a guide? I must go see someone about some business."