-Sorry for the bad title

-I do not own fable or fable II

-For the sake of (at least trying) to keep away from all confusions, the Hero's (Shadowfiend's) name will be…*pauses to quickly think of a name*…. Amelia. (Sorry- I can't think of a good name right now… Ideas for a new name are GREATLY appreciated.)

-Amelia (or whatever her name is) hardly EVER talks, so, just letting you guys know…

-*The first chapter (this one) is basically what happened in the ending of the game- you can just skip it, if you want

-*SPOILERS FOLLOWING- IF YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED THE GAME DON'T READ THIS*

-And, one more thing….I'm really sorry this is so poorly written…comments are very much welcome

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A sliver music box crashed to the floor, its use now almost forgotten as a young, vengeful hero pulled out her pistol, ready to strike her seemingly everlasting foe to his death. Three other people lay unconscious on the floor, wheezing slightly from exhaust.

Amelia paused, finger ready to pull the trigger aimed directly at Lucien's heart- that is, if he had one, the Hero thought to herself coldly. Her eyes, filled of tears for the lost lives of those she loved, as she glared down the man that had haunted her for as long as she could remember. She was ready; she wanted to put all of her hate into this one bullet, all the frustration and pain this one man had given her- even if the last fluttering beats of her own heart went with. Finally, she thought to herself, tears starting to stream down her pale cheeks, I'll have what I've wanted…

But the man, whose attempts had been thwarted for the final time, began to speak, his glowing eyes trying to bore holes into Amelia's head.

"Do you consider THIS a victory?!" the old man spat out, staggering backwards as he glared back at the woman, "You are only delaying the inevitable…" the Shadowfiend, as she was called, blinked twice, her thoughts faltering slightly as she listened. Of course, she didn't know why she did- his voice made it feels like snakes were crawling throughout her skull, slithering through her mind and leaving venomous lies in their wake. Taking advantage of the quiet, the crook waved his hands to gesture at the world around him, "All that you've struggled for will be crushed under the majesty of the Spire. Why…why must you interfere?!" He practically choked out, but Amelia wasn't listening. Instead, she was staring at her gun hand, her gaze a frosty glare. What's wrong with me?! She began to think bitterly as her hands shook violently, I have what I've been looking for, I finally have vengeance in my grasp…What's wrong with me? "…What are you fighting to protect?!" he continued, wheezing heavily. The Fourth Hero looked at Lucien though tear stained eyes; part of her knew killing him now, a defenseless man, wasn't right- on the other hand, she wanted it so much, for Rose… For her precious dog… For everything.

Her gun hand steadied, her eyes filled with a new found determination, Amelia pulled the trigger, and a bullet hit Lucien straight in the heart.

But the bullet was not hers.

The young Hero almost let out a cry of frustration as she watched the old man slip off the platform, blood spluttering from his mouth from his last breaths, rendered silent as he fell down into the black depths of the Spire.

"Ugh, I thought he'd NEVER shut up," Reaver said casually, placing his gun back into its holster. He paused, looking at the woman now holding the gun at her side. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want to kill him?" The Fourth Hero, almost blinded by tears, glared at the man who had previously tried to steal away her youth as her strong and flexible fingers began to leave indents in the gun's handle. The weapon made a snapping noise in protest before breaking in two, the bottom of the handle falling to the floor.

"Oh, shut it, Reaver!" A large woman, Hammer, snapped at him from the other side of the room. In retaliation, Reaver gave the Hero of Strength a sneer as he tried to make sure he was safe from Amelia. Garth, however, stood in his place quietly, as though his thoughts were somewhere else.

There was a moment of silence before Hammer said, "…Lucien's…dead….So…What happens now?"

"Now?" A quiet, all-knowing voice came from the middle of the room. They looked as Theresa teleported into the middle-platform, which made all four of them jump. "It is time you gained your reward: your gift for saving the world from a madman's selfish dream." The youngest Hero's eyebrows knitted together slightly; wasn't it enough to get rid of him, once and for all? The blind woman smiled slightly, as though she could see her student's confusion, "The Spire has awakened. And it still has the power to grant one wish: yours." At this, Amelia's eyes widened in shock. "Here," her tutor said, "take my hand." Suddenly, another voice came, but it had no form- just sweet childhood memories and a warming love attached to it as it came and went. "Don't be afraid, Little Sparrow…" It spoke softly.

Rose?? Amelia looked around hurriedly, almost desperate to find the face of the speaker, yet only meeting darkness. Then, hesitantly, she grasped the hand that had led her throughout all those dark years.

Amelia blinked, and found herself in an empty space; nothing but white, white, and more white. Then, Theresa appeared and said solemnly, "You stand in the Heart of the Spire, as the Archon of the Old Kingdom did, thousands of years ago. Now it is your turn. Make a wish, but choose wisely, for it will affect all Albion." The young woman practically choked. "A…Anything??"

The older woman nodded, "But choose wisely, for it will affect all of Albion." She paused yet again, and cards began to pop into sight. The first was 'Sacrifice'- in other words, she could bring back all those who had died in the making of the Spire. "A selfless gift," Theresa commented as she moved on to the next two cards.

Another card popped up to her right, which had a picture of a glittering treasure chest. "More wealth than you can imagine, and to spend on whatever pleases." As Theresa finished this, Amelia almost thought she heard a voice in the background, saying something like, "Go for the gold!" and another voice replying, "Oh, shuttup, man!" She shook her head slightly, relinquishing those voices from her thoughts, Amelia looked at the card that had appeared in front of her. "And Love," the elderly woman continued with a wave of her hand. "Those dearest to you, even your faithful dog, will be restored back to life." The blind seer paused, as though to let it sink in, before saying, "But their lives will come at the cost of the countless innocents that died in building the Spire. What will you choose?" And with that, the other woman became silent as she awaited her student's response.

The Shadowfiend paused. Of course, money was out of the question- she had more than enough already, and didn't care much for the stuff. Now, only two choices remained for her: Love or Sacrifice. Truth be told, she didn't know quite what to do. "I…I…" she tried to speak, but her mouth went dry. Amelia had given up her life to protect everything else; she gave everything, and just when she thought nothing else could be taken away, the world had yet again stolen the ground beneath her feet, and watched with a cold stare as she spiraled down into a void of revenge and depression. She looked back at her teacher, "I choose Love- I want all those I loved returned to life." There was a silence that seemed to last forever, until…

"So be it."

The Spire rumbled as flickering blue lights exuded the tall, black tower. All of a sudden, the Spire imploded, the light dimming away as a wave shot through all across the world- and, just like that, it was done.

"When you return, your furry companion will be waiting for you. And any who may declare you selfish or callous, any who themselves lost families to this place will know given such a choice, they might as well have done the same…" And with that, the white faded, and returned the young woman and Theresa back to their original places.

"We heard everything." Hammer was the first to speak.

"Yes: a wish was made- and the world will bear its consequences." Theresa replied before Amelia even knew how to respond. Instead, the Fourth Hero simply stared quietly at the larger woman. "I'd do almost anything to bring back the ones I loved," Hammer said solemnly, almost to herself. But Amelia already knew what the Hero of Strength was going to say…

"Oh, I think I might be ill…" Reaver commented in disgust, feigning sickness as he rolled his eyes.

"But you could have brought back thousands," Hammer continued, ignoring the rude remarks the Hero of Skill had just said, "All the victims of this horrible place"- she looked around the Spire-"…they had families, too…"

"It was her decision," Garth finally spoke, the wise man looking from Hammer to Amelia, "Let her live with it."

"It's just not the choice I thought you would make," Hammer said, her voice edged with sadness. The youngest woman tilted her head slightly away, not wanting to look at her dear friend any longer.

"Yes, yes, yes. But on to more important matter," Reaver interrupted impatiently, "What about ME? What do I get? Cash would be nice."

"That is up to you," Theresa replied to the greedy man next to her, "I can send you anywhere from here. What do you wish?"

"I wish to return home." The Hero of Will first spoke, "to Samarkand."

"Ooh, I've never been to Samarkand," the Hero of Skill thought out loud, sounding rather excited, "Hot nights, exotic substances, and…uninhibited people." With this last statement, Amelia rolled her eyes and made a sound of disgust- of course…She thought to herself, the ass has to think of his 'youth' first…

"It's nothing like that," the mage protested.

"Trust me," the selfish man replied, waving his hand slightly, "I'll find the exciting bits."

"Fine, but stay out of my way," Garth said rather threateningly before turning to Hammer, "Hammer?"

"No, I'm done," the large red-head replied sadly. She turned to Amelia, "I know why we got attacked in the cave, the day we met. You brought those hollow men in with you." At this, Amelia hung her head slightly, filled with shame. "Two monks wouldn't have found anything. But a warrior finds battle. Always." Hammer turned to Theresa, "I want to go north, to study with those warrior monks. I was so sick of avoiding violence…" She paused, her voice rather bitter, "…Now I'm sick of causing it."

"Goodbye, Hero," Reaver said to Amelia, "I can't thank you enough for dragging me into this mess…" At this last bit, his voice oozed with sarcasm. Amelia, who never talked to the arrogant man to the right of her, merely rolled her eyes again. "Oh!" He started again, as though just remembering something, "I should tell you…"-he paused, as though for dramatic effect-"I do have to make the occasional sojourn back to Albion. I do have obligations to some friends at Wraithsmarsh." He waved his hand in a circle and raised his eyebrows slightly to the youngest Hero, implying what she already knew. Asshole, the Fourth Hero thought to herself as she remembered what Reaver had put her through.

When she looked back at Reaver, he had already disappeared- teleported away by the blind woman. Garth was next, saying, "I had my doubts about you at first. But I'm glad we met," this made Amelia smile warmly as he continued, "And we shall meet again. You can count on it." And with that, he disappeared, leaving only herself, Hammer, and Theresa in the room. The two younger women stood, staring at each other, before Hammer said casually, "So, think you can handle Albion on your own?" Amelia chuckled slightly, "No," she replied quietly, in a joking manner.

"I need to get away from here for awhile. Do some thinking, for a change… It's not like I'm leaving much behind…" She looked closely at the younger woman before finishing, "Well, maybe one thing- the greatest friend I ever had. But it's time to say goodbye…" At this point, Amelia was smiling widely, tears practically raining off her face as she nodded slightly; she really, really didn't want to see her friend go. "Take care of yourself."

"Farewell, Hammer," Theresa said formerly, before teleporting Hammer away. Finally, Theresa turned to her former student, her pose becoming steely, "And now it is time for you to leave. The world is yours to enjoy." She paused, as an air of extreme command exuding from her very presence, "But the Spire…is mine. Begone." Before the younger woman could say goodbye, the room faded to black.

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She felt something slimy and rough slide across her voice, and a voice saying urgently, "Amelia?? Amelia?! Oh dear, wake up!" Amelia opened her eyes, and her heart filled with an overwhelming joy. "Sebastian??"

The glowing brown Labrador barked in response, licking his owner's face lovingly. After hugging Sebastian extensively, she looked up at the man she hadn't seen in years, "...Alex?" she managed to choke out. Her husband nodded, smiling brightly as he held his wife delicately, as though she would break.

Together, they all walked to the house they had shared, before the… hobbe incident that Alex had had. "Oh, I almost forgot," Alex said, surprised as he rummaged through a bag and-after a few minutes- finally holding out a letter. "It's for you- I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but read… I didn't know you had a sister…" He rubbed his head apologetically.

"What??" And with that, Amelia took the letter gently. Reading the letter quickly, she smiled widely again before entering their house.

Rose…. I'm glad you're okay…

HA! She only speaks about 19 full words out loud in the ENTIRE chapter (…*coughfivepagescough*)!

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