The sacred center of magic, the Isle of Avalon, is ablaze in activity. The long awaited child of Queen Sable and King Jasurai had come into the world two weeks ago and is set to be presented to the magickal community today. The prince had announced his presence to world with a lusty cry and had continued to be healthy. Unfortunately, there was one serious complication.  Prince Zarai had been born with albinism, his skin as white new fallen snow and his eyes like small rubies.<br/><br/>Sable shifts the sleeping prince one more in her arms, wondering how he can sleep with the roar of the crowd outside in the court yard. Of course with a full belly and a warm blanket wrapped around him it would be hard not to be asleep. The crowd should have no problem seeing him against the garnet material.  She hears the royal herald announce the princeâ€™s  birth time and weight, and the trumpets begin their salute.  She gives one last minute quick kiss to her husband and a loving smile to Myxi and Luka before they step forward to greet the crowds on the balcony over looking the square.<br/>****************************************************************************<br/><span style="color: #FF0000">[color=#BF4000][color=#BF0000]Eleven years later, Zarai wishes he could be done with his lessons. Itâ€™s a bright sunny day outside and he canâ€™t go play unless the guards know where heâ€™s at. Even then he has to be well covered in clothes and sun screen. He hates being so fair skinned and hates that he canâ€™t see like other kids his age.  Perhaps the big siblings could be got away from their lessons. Mama is always yelling at Luka to take his lessons more seriously and stop getting into trouble. What would be a little more?  And with that, the prince sneaks out from under his aged tudorâ€™s nose in search of some fun. </span><br/>[/color][/color]