Summary: My Plotbunny: What will happen when you put a Native American in King Arthur's time, no time travel. It will start before the King Arthur movie and end long after the King Arthur movie. I will use some parts of the movies, but have adapted the characters of the movie to my liking.

Warnings: hinting of slash / rape / abuse.

Rating: M

Pairings: TristranOC, minor GawainOC, GalahadOC and LancelotOC.

Feedback: Desired as long as you don't make my day miserable.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from King Arthur, I don't make any money by writing this, it's just for my own amusement. The songs used are from Metallica, so no I don't own them.

Beta: ChaoticMayhem

Prologue

Soldier boy, made of clay

now an empty shell

twenty one, only son

but he served us well

Bred to kill, not to care

just do as we say

finished here, Greeting Death

he's yours to take away

Metallica – Disposable Heroes

"Speech" / thoughts

The man looked out over the grassland plains which where so familiar to those of his country. He came from a tribe of traders and wanderers. His father had led his tribe to the other side of the ocean during one of the harsh winters and had continued journeying across lands none of his fellow country men had every seen.

He turned and looked back to the temporary campsite not far from the seashore. The man sighed; today he would become the leader of the tribe, taking over from his father who had passed away.

He had only been a little boy of 5 years when they left their homeland behind to travel and trade with other nations in regions none had ever heard of before. Most of the other nations had declared his fathers' wish for travel an act of foolishness, and had laughed at the words his father had spoken.

More than twenty years had passed since they travelled to the other side of the ocean. The man had seen many exotic and strange things during their travels; some of the members of the tribe had even taken a wife from other nations. He had chosen one of the women from his own tribe over the exotic looking women he had encountered.

Their tribe had expanded over the years and was now at it largest since crossing the ocean. It consisted of around 50 people and the count did not include the children under 10 years. He and his wife had lost 4 of their children during the latest winter, but still he had five other children. One of those five would take over his place; he hoped for their sake that it would not be soon.

He watched as the men and women from his tribe were preparing for the burial ceremony, his thoughts going back to some of the useful things they had discovered. Things that had helped make their lives a little bit easier. Since their arrival, they had discovered the use of horses. His own children had become fantastic riders on the great beasts.

The man's train of thoughts was interrupted when three of his children came rushing towards him on their horses. The man waited patiently for his children to reach him and tell his what stupidity they had been up to this time.

"Father." His eldest son said out of breath. "They have taken Anovaoo'o." The boy gasped out.

"Who have?" The father inquired patiently. "Riders." The boy answered.

"Where?" The father needed information before he could do anything. "The campsite on the east of the hillside." The boy gestured to the hill behind him.

The father quickly took one of the children's horses and rode swiftly to the campsite on the hillside. There he encountered the inhabitants of the campsite all gathered in the middle of the campsite, mothers and children crying, fathers agitated.

One of the elders noticed the man and walked towards him.

"The Romans have come for our sons, we tried to stop them from taking yours." The elder explained to the man.

"My son?" The man asked puzzled. "Yes he was playing with my only son, your others were able to get away without being seen." The elder looked heart broken.

"Where?" The man inquired. "Rome. They have to serve 15 years in the duty of Rome before they are given back their freedom. Most of them don't return." The elder seemed lost in his own thoughts.

The man looked up to the horizon; another one of his children was taken. "Anovaoo'o." The man whispered to the sky.