Ch1: fable: A Hero's Redemption.
I don't own Fable, well actually I own a game Fable just not Fable, Fable…get it…DON"T SUE ME!!!
I have to practice writing some more so I hope you enjoy the fic.
Years ago, there was a graduate from the Hero's Guild who showed many promises of power. He had practiced in the dark arts and became obsessed with its power. Months later, he had been feared by the people he met. His powers in dark magic grew and he had become a legend. He was known as the Death bringer, His eyes red, his body leaked an unnatural reddish black cloud every where he walked and it was said his powers rivaled that of Jack of Blades as his evil could be felt by many.
Destruction and chaos had followed in his wake and he had reshaped the very world. The people huddled closer into shelters, into villages, towns, and forts. The Guild Master and many heroes such as Briar Rose, Thunder, a long forgotten one Scythe, and Maze had to re-double their efforts in casting magic barriers in each city. The whole world was thrown into chaos, as Death Bringer controlled summons only known to Jack of Blades.
The chapel of Skorm had followers that all served the Death Bringer and with an army under his control, it would have been only a matter of time until he controlled the whole continent.
When all seemed lost, the towns and cities prepared for their last battle. Many women and children feared for what was to come and many husbands bade their wives one last goodbye.
They waited and waited, but the attack never came. All the heroes in the guild, guards, and apprentices, formed up and attacked the very fortress of Death Bringer, in the Dark forest. They were all shocked to find dead bodies everywhere. The temple of Skorm had been destroyed, his army decimated, and Death Bringer was never seen again.
Everyone wondered what happened that day, where was he, what went on?
No one really found out what happened to Death Bringer but some people still lie awake at nights, fearing that he is waiting and watching...until he returns to destroy them.
The world had settled once again in relative peace as the healing had begun. Magic was banned from many cities and guards kept vigilance on their posts. What lies ahead was anyone's guess; the Guild Master continued training students but often creased his eyebrows in worry as he stared into the sky, wondering what really happened to the Deadly knight and who really saved them from his wrath.
Many months later, a figure appeared on top of a cliff, peering down below at the fields known as Barrow Fields.
The place was outside Oakvale; green pastures and colorful flowers populated the meadow, as if it was untouched by the outside world.
His body was concealed by a brown cloak, his hair was a deep color blue, and his eyes showed the tales of many battles and many sorrows filled with regret. Little hairs appeared around the corners of his lip and chin as he frowned looking up at the peaceful place.
"I'm home," he spoke before heading down the path towards Barrow Field.