Sequel to Echoes.

Same Hero as before, Enya Thoren, yadda yadda, don't own Fable and all that Jaaaaazz.

This little ficcie was thought up while listening to "Fix you" by The Offspring.

WARNING: THIS ONE GETS DARK, GUYS.

Logan was worried.

Everyday, he would wake up at the crack of dawn, and gaze through his window, down at the Royal Gardens.

And everyday, he would spy his sister, asleep, in front of Sir Walter's statue.

He wasn't sure when it began, but it seems, that every night, Enya left her room, and visited Walter's monument, and would end up passing out from exhaustion in that very spot.

The former king of Albion sighed, and quickly threw on a robe, hurrying to the garden.

Merely seconds later, he found himself standing in front of his beloved sister's prone form. He gently knelt down besides the unconcious Queen, and carefully lifted her into his arms.

"...unh...Logan?" Enya mumbled weakly, head lulling onto her older brother's shoulder. His dark eyes flickered down to her face.

"...So you're the one who has been carrying me to my room, every morn." She said quietly. He bowed his head in acknowledgement. She closed her eyes, and rested her head on his chest.

"I'm sorry.." She murmured, and Logan stopped in place.

"Enya...You never have to apologize to me." He chided her softly, taking her chin in his hand. She gave him a half-smile in reply.

"Howver...I must ask...why do you do this to yourself, sister?" He asked, his dark obsidian eyes meeting her own ice blue. Enya let out a soft, bitter laugh, that was borderline-sob. What she said next, Logan was not prepared for.

"I'm pregnant."

The former king stumbled, eyes going wide, and stared down at his sister's pale, miserable face.

"W-What?" He choked. Enya let out a hysteric-sounding giggle.

"Do you know the exact circumstances in which Walter died, dear Brother?" She asked, her usually strong voice cracking. Logan stared at her, a wave of cold dread washing over him. Enya let out another laugh-sob, and continued,

"The Crawler...We found it, in Bowerstone market, near the road to Millfields. Walter went first, and...and it appeared..before him. It...Gods, It shoved its way inside him, there was no way Ben or I could stop it...The Crawler took him over, and...The things it said...that it made him say..." Enya trailed off, stifling a sob.

"Enya...what...what happened?" Logan asked shakily. Enya smiled, a broken, bitter smile.

"I was forced to fight him..I fought, and fought...But...I messed up..I foolishly let my guard down, and one of the shadows struck me from behind, and...I fell...Next thing I knew, he..Walter was on me...And..." Enya faltered, and began to cry, tears slipping down her pale, beautiful face. Logan stared helplessly at her, horrified, as he was hit by a dawning realization.

"Sweet Avo..Enya...Please...don't tell me...There's no way Walter would...Enya, please don't tell me he-" He begged shakily, but Enya cut him off.

"I couldn't...I couldn't stop it..and gods.. Walter screamed, and cried, begging me for forgiveness..and all I could do was scream, and scream..." Enya gasped, hands coming up to clutch at her head, and her whole body beginning to shake. Logan could do nothing but wrap his arms around his sister, sinking to the floor, holding her as she wept.

'This is all my fault...'

Jesus, I don't know how this got so dark.. It's just...The Crawler fight was pretty goddamn tame, despite all the horrible promise the Crawler showed, as an evil character. And in my eyes, Rape, is one of the most horrific, traumatizing things any woman or man can go through, no matter who they are. I'm not good with angst. Sorry guys.