Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story except for what I think Sparrow would said if (in my case) he could talk. I also take a few liberties with the story regarding timing and some interaction. Other than that, Lionhead and who ever else owns Fable II owns all of that. I got 90% of the dialog from either the game or a trailer.

A/N: This story idea has been bugging me since I started playing this game. A couple things to note: 1. If you see someone's name above a section, it's told from their point of view. If there is no name it's in third person. I'll try not to shift too much, but I might from time to time. 2. I'm working on another story for Criminal Minds and I'd hate to leave that unfinished just because my muse has found a new subject. So I won't post a new chapter here until I have one completed for that story. Hopefully I'll be able to post regularly. I'll keep my fingers crossed. 3. This story is following my character in the game and if you've played F2, than all you need to know to follow this story is that my character follows all the "good" paths.

Warning: Serious spoiler warning! This whole story will map out the game, so if you haven't played it and want to be surprised, don't read this until you've at least started playing. Ok, now all that's out of the way, let the story begin...

Every story starts innocently enough. Yours is no different. Until the day the story changes and the little that you have is taken, forever. This is where the story REALLY begins: at the path to vengeance. For every battle, a weapon; for every cause, a champion; for every soul, a price; for every choice, a different destiny…

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Sparrow

"It's so cold out," I said as I moved to get closer to the fire. "I hate this time of year. I wish those gypsies came back this year so we could stay with them again."

"Stop complaining little Sparrow. We'll figure some way to stay warm, I promise," Rose said as she warmed her hands by the fire.

Her words helped ease a few of my silent fears. Rose always kept her promises, no matter what. Just then I felt something wet hit my head and I reached up to feel what it was. "Aw, gross," I yelled, wiping the bird poop out of my hair.

"What was that," Rose asked looking over at me. "Oh! Yuck. Well… I hear that's lucky, like finding a four leaf clover. Although, I think I'd prefer the clover…"

"Yeah, yeah, funny," I replied, still angrily wiping my hair, not that it was doing much good. At least it helped to distract from the cold, if only temporarily.

"Look little Sparrow," Rose said, her words invading my thoughts. "Castle Fairfax looks so nice in the snow."

"Too bad we're looking at it from out here freezing our bums off," I muttered.

Ignoring me, Rose continued, "Imagine the grand dining hall. I bet Lord Lucien is having roast duck this time of year," she said dreamily. "But he must be really lonely since his wife and his little girl died. In that big castle, all by himself… If only we could live there."

"Yeah, I'm sure he's just dying to have us for company," I said sarcastically, getting closer to the fire. I couldn't wait for summer. Suddenly we heard cheering coming from somewhere in the middle of the town.

"What is going on over there," Rose asked curiously. "Come with me little brother."

She took off running, and I had a hard time catching up. She was faster than me and the cold wasn't helping. When I finally caught up to her, she was yelling at a guy named Arfur to leave her alone. Once passed him, we saw what the big deal was. Turns out Murgo was back in town and he had a bunch of new items. They all sounded like over-hyped junk, including a magic music box that promised the owner one wish.

"There's no such thing as magic," Rose said, drowning out Murgo.

"We live in grim times indeed if the young are too world weary to believe in magic," said an old woman standing in front of us. She had scarlet robes and there looked like there was something wrong with her eyes. "Most children your age believe eagerly."

"Look, I can see your eyes are bad," Rose patiently said to the woman, "but I'm telling you that music box is rubbish."

"That's what the seller thinks," said the woman with a smirk. "He has no idea what he's stumbled upon. But you have an inkling, don't you? Some part of you wants to believe it's magic."

"What? You… you really think it could be," Rose asked, hope filling her voice.

"For five gold coins, you could have your answer," the woman said, walking away.

"For five gold coins, we could eat for a week," Rose countered.

"Listen to me Rose: at the end of that week you and your little Sparrow would be no closer to you dream, no closer to the inside of that beautiful castle," she said, disappearing into the night.

"How did she know our names," I asked Rose, speaking for the first time since we took off for the trader.

"I don't know," Rose said, "but what if she's right? What if it is real? I bet we could get five gold pieces… and maybe this could be our way out of here after all. What is there to lose little Sparrow?"

"Ok," I said. "At least we'll be moving instead of freezing by that fire…"

"That's the spirit! Come on, there must be someone who'll pay us gold to do… something."

The first thing we did was agree to help Derek, one of the guards, get his arrest warrants back. On our way to find the warrants Barnum asked us to pose for his 'picture box.' I think it's just another scam he's been fooled into, but that's nothing new.

As we ran a little farther down, we saw the town bully picking on a poor dog. Rose tried to get him to back off, but he just knocked her down. No one does that to my sister, so I pulled out my wooden sword and hit him with it until he ran away. Rose got up, and after telling me she could have taken the bully on, she went right over to pet the dog. He tried to follow us, but Rose wouldn't let him. Said we could hardly take care of ourselves, there was no way we could take care of a dog too. I tried to talk her into it, but she just slapped me on the back of the head and told me to get moving. He just looked so sad sitting there crying all by himself. I would hate to be all alone like that...

Anyway, we did a few more favors around town (for gold) and the dog showed up again and helped us find the rest of the warrants. He tried to follow us again, but Rose stopped him.

We returned to Murgo with the gold and bought the music box. We took it to where we had made our makeshift home and followed the instructions. Rose wished for us to live in a castle, but the music box just started spinning really fast before it disappeared. Rose was angry that nothing happened and stormed off towards our shelter. When we got there we saw the dog from earlier waiting for us. Rose was going to chase him away, but she didn't have the heart for it. He licked my face before laying down next to me and let me curl into him. His fur coat helped both of us stay warm.

Later that evening, I heard the dog growling and some voices nearby. Next thing I know, Rose is dragging me with some guards and we're standing in front of Castle Fairfax. Lord Lucien's butler, Jeeves, led us to Lord Lucien's study. On our way we passed this tall man who Jeeves called Garth. He had funny looking blue lines all over his body.

When we got to the study, Jeeves explained a few rules before letting us in. Rose had the biggest smile on her face as we entered. Had I known this was the last time I'd ever see her smile, I might have told her how pretty she looked when she smiled. I probably would have told her a lot of things if I'd known then that she was going to die, but I didn't. And I'll never forgive myself for letting that opportunity pass.

Lord Lucien was very nice when we first started talking, and he asked us to step onto a circle by a window on the far side of the room that lit up as soon as we stepped on it. But then something happened, and Lord Lucien started to panic. He said one of us was the fourth and pulled out a gun. Rose begged him not to, but he ignored her and pulled the trigger. With a shaking hand, he pointed the gun at me and just said, "I'm sorry." I tried backing up, but that only caused me to fly through the window when the bullet hit me.

I don't remember much after I landed, but I do remember feeling something lick my hand and a familiar voice saying, "Death is not your destiny today, little Sparrow."

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But some grief is so great, even death may keep its distance…