PROLOGUE
Only a miracle could save the helpless baby, born only to be abandoned in the near by woods. It was a shame, he was very strong and beautiful. His piercing green eyes were brighter than the fern and moss growing around the woods. His hair was blonde-No, not blonde-His hair was golden; it so magnificent that there was only one explanation that for it. He was a angel. A gift given to him by his mother along with her strength. Though he was strong, though he was not strong enough to battle the other countries that would soon find him. Young countries are the easiest to kill. Nothing was going to help him. There were no such thing as miracles. Only fools believed they existed. Everything good had an evil hiding in it.
The fairies did not believe in this thought. They wanted to help the child. They wanted to give him a miracle. Something that had to be well thought out. They could give him an army, but it would be no match for the power of the Roman Empire. They could give him territory, but it would just be a beacon to other nations to take land away from him. They could give him many things , but none would help. One of the fairies thought of an idea that might help him. She thought that they could raise him, protect him from the harms he would face, shelter him from outside problems.
The fairies came together and agreed on this. They would help him hide from the other nations, they would raise him as a mortal if they had to in order to protect him.
Names
England: Albion, Arthur
Wales: Cairne, Dylan
Scotland: Caledonia, Allistair
Ireland: Eire, Patrick
Maerwynn: Maerwynn
Fairy 1: Josephin
Fairy2: Andrea
Fairy 3: Madeline
France: Francis
America: Alfred, the blue eyed boy
Northern Ireland: Seamus