Hey guys. Long time no see. I decide to start writing a fable 3 story. That doesn't mean I have up on my fire emblem story though. I'm just taking the time to work on a different story for a bit. I'll probably continue my fire emblem story after a little bit. I'm thinking of revamping it a bit anyway.

I just want to warn you that the first chapter is a lot like the first few minutes of the game but it changes quite a bit after this. I just felt that it was fine the way it was for the most part.

We'll let's get down to it and start the story.

Chapter 1: The first Steps

The sun was shining brightly in the morning sky and the city below was slowly starting to wake. The sounds of factories coming to life and people starting to rise for the day's tasks. The sounds of life slowly drifted to the castle in the center of the city.

The castle was a marvelous sight. Its white marble already started to shine in the morning sun. The tops of the towers shone a deep blue and the dark purple flags flapped slowly in the peaceful wind of the morning. Sounds of birds could be heard tweeting in the castle garden, as they left their nests in search of food.

The peaceful morning air was broken by a sudden loud banging. The doors to the kitchen suddenly banged open and a chicken ran out. The white chicken barley dodged three cleavers that embedded themselves into the door with three loud thunks. The chief came running out after the escaped poultry with a musket in hand. The chicken was white but there were black soot stains all over its body.

The chicken ran toward the giant statue in the garden courtyard. The cook was shouting obscenities as he chased the chicken. The chicken was twenty feet from the statue when it hopped up in a vein effort to fly away.

The chief took that moment to aim his musket and fire. The bullet whizzed through the air and hit the chicken center mass. Some of the chicken's feathers blew off its body with a loud poof. The whole thing was over in a second.

A loud bang, a chicken shriek, and a loud poof. The chicken lay dead on the stone ground of the courtyard. The chief walked over to the chicken and picked it up by its feet. Making his was back to the kitchen, chicken in one hand and the musket on his right shoulder.

One of the towers overlooking the courtyard opened its red satin curtains. An elderly man in a blue suit looked out the window. He was in his late fifties and his name was Jasper. Jasper had long white hair with a single tuft standing on the crown of his head. His hair was reseeding and he had the rest was tied off in a ponytail, tied off with a dark blue bowtie.

Jasper's uniform was a dark blue petticoat with golden trimming. He had white satin gloves, a white ruffle undershirt, dark blue pressed pants, and formal black shoes that shined like mirrors.

Jasper's uniform was clean, pressed, and spotless. He also carried himself with a stern regal walk. He was the type of man that disliked anything to do with dust, dirt, or grim of any kind.

He went about his business opening the curtains to the windows, humming lightly as he went. He let out a sigh and opened another window. "What a dreadfully sorry sight" he muttered as he looked out onto the waking city.

There was a loud yawn from the other side of the room and Jasper clapped the dust off of his hands. "Such a beautiful day to waste in bed, don't you agree?" He looked to the bed at the other side of the room. A young man was lying in the bed with a red blanket covering all but his head.

He had short jet black hair cut short and a clean shaven face. Jasper walked to the last window and pulled open the curtains. The young man groaned loudly and used his hand to shield his eyes from the sudden light.

"Not yet Jasper, give me a few more minutes" the young man pleaded, throwing his pillow over his head.

"Now that is hardly the response of a prince. I'm afraid it is time to rise." Jasper said walking up to the bed. The prince rolled over and showed Jasper his back. Jasper bent over the other side of the bed and looked at the prince.

"With your permission, I shall wake your sleeping companion." Jasper gripped the covers and pulled them down. The blankets slid back to reveal a sleeping Doberman Pincher lying on the bed.

"Ah, yes. Ones heart soars before such regal bearing." Jasper spoke with sarcasm. The dogs eyes opened and he rolled onto his stomach. He looked up at Jasper and wagged his tail happily.

The prince rolled over and sat up. He pet the Doberman and then scratched his belly lightly. The dog rolled onto his back and whined happily as his belly was scratched.

"I trust you both slept well." Jasper sighed as he put his hands on his hips. "You have a busy day ahead." The prince scratched the dog a few more times then pat him on the stomach.

"Come on buddy. If I have to get up, then so do you." The prince slid over to the edge of the bed and set his feet on the floor. The Doberman rolled over and jumped off the bed next to Jasper. He sat down and looked up at Jasper with a happy expectant look on his face.

"It's not going to work this time. Don't bother looking at me like that." Jasper huffed at the dog. The dog gave him a pleading look and wagged his tail slowly. Jasper gave a heavy sigh.

"Oh, very well" He knelt down on one knee and pat the dogs head. "Good dog" He pat the dogs head a few times, the dog whining happily at him. The prince walked past Jasper, to the bathroom.

"What a pair… the kingdom is doomed" Jasper said straightening up and looking at the prince's back. The prince relieved himself and walked back into the bedroom. Jasper was standing in front of the fireplace with two mannequins dressed in regal clothes.

"I took the liberty to lay out two different style clothing for you to wear today. Lady Elise is most eager to speak to you this morning, and is waiting for you in the gardens this morning." The prince nodded and walked up to the mannequins.

The one on the left wore a blue uniform. It looked like a uniform that a high ranking Navy official might wear. It had golden trim, white gloves, matching blue boots, and white clean pants.

The other mannequin wore a white formal long sleeve shirt. It had light brown pants and matching brown gloves and boots. The prince took the clothes off that one and walked back to the bed. He proceeded to disrobe his pajamas and put on the clean clothes.

"A splendid choice if I do say so myself. I do believe that Lady Elise would approve more highly of that then of your pajamas." The prince pulled on the final boot and turned to the balcony door.

"Perhaps you'd better make your way to her now, so as not to keep her waiting any longer." The prince crossed the room and opened the doors. "And I would recommend avoiding your brother, King Logan today. Roomer has it he is in an ill temper today."

The Prince nodded and walked out of the room. The sun was clear and there was a slight breeze blowing through the air. He walked past the guards, who saluted him as he went by, and walked down the stone steps.

He stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked around. The garden already had a few nobles and guards walking about. The prince sighed heavily and looked to his right. There was a gardener tending to one of the many bushes and a few noble women sitting on one of the stone benches.

He walked past them, waving a simple greeting as he did, to the mausoleum at the edge of the garden. The mausoleum was set on the gardens edge, in the middle of an open area. The prince skirted around the right side of the mausoleum and walked to the gardens stone wall. There was a beautiful young lady standing at the garden wall, looking at the city below.

The Doberman ran up to her and barked happily. She turned around and knelt on the ground. The dog jumped on her and proceeded to lick her face. She let loose a light tinkling laugh as she scratched his head.

"Oh what a brave knight you are. Have you come to protect me?" The dog just stared at her and wagged his tail happily. "Oh you big softie. You'd be rubbish in a fight. Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you Drake." Drake just barked and gave her another lick.

"Well then I'll protect you, my lady." The prince walked up to her and held out his hand. Elise stood up and looked him up and down.

"Hmm. I don't know. You don't look so tough either." She crossed her arms and smiled at him playfully. "Hmm. Perhaps you can give me a demonstration of your abilities?" The Prince rolled his eyes and smiled at her.

He took her hand in his and lightly pulled her to him. As soon as she hit his chest, he gave her a smoldering kiss. Elise gave a small whimper and pulled his head closer to hers. She felt her cheeks flush and her inner temperature rose slightly.

She pulled away slowly and let out a pleasant sigh. "So what's the verdict" the price asked her still smiling. Elise blinked a few times and then came to her senses. "Not bad, not bad. I suppose you'll do Spike." He let out a small laugh and shook his head.

"I thought you'd never get up, I've been waiting so long. Did Jasper tell you that I wanted to talk to you?"

"Yes he did. Did something happen?" He looked at her with concern on his face and he took her hands in his. Elise gave him a grateful look before turning away.

"I'm not sure. It seems like everyone in the castle is upset with your brother at the moment. And it's even worse down in the city." She walked up to the railing and stepped on the lowest part of it. She looked down at the city and sighed.

"They say such terrible things about your brother. The latest rumor is that your brother had a factory worker executed this morning. I'm sure it's only a rumor but it won't stop all the talking."

She set her hands on the railing and looked back at him with concern. "All of the castle staff is anxious. I told them that you'd speak to them, maybe calm them down a bit. I'm afraid of what might happen if someone doesn't calm things down."

"If you think it'll help, then I will." Elise smiled at him and stepped off the railing. "I know they don't trust the king, but they still care for their prince." He presented her right hand to him. "So my Prince, will you escort me to the castle. Everyone is waiting for you."

Spike took her hand and gave it a kiss before taking it in his and turning to the castle. They walked to the stairs with Drake running ahead of them. "I just can't believe your brother would have a worker executed."

They climbed the stairs and Elise continued to talk. "I can't believe how much he's changed over the years. He's a lot stricter then he use to be, and he looks very tired." They made it to Logan's statue before Elise said anything else.

"I told Sir Walter about the speech and he said that he'd be there to support you. I don't know what the castle would be like without him here. I'm sure he'll want to continue with your instruction today. He seems so obsessed with combat training lately." They walked to the kitchen door and heard the workers gossiping.

The chief yelled at them to stop gossiping and turned around to see the prince standing there.

"Oh your highness, we're all anxious to here what you have to say on the matter. Whenever you're ready." Spike took a few steps forward and folded his hands behind his back.

"I know that things have been difficult for everyone here, and my brother has been too… preoccupied to change that. But I ask you to ignore any wild rumors you may hear."

He heard the door to his left open but continued with his speech, without looking at who entered the kitchen. "I promise to talk to my brother and see that he improves conditions for here and everyone outside the castle. I just ask for a little more patience."

He finished his speech and turned to see Walter leaning against the doorframe. Walter was dressed in his usual attire. He had a red shirt with blue and gold trim on the sleeves. He had dark blue pants and brown combat boots. He had a sword on his left hip, and his favorite mug strapped to his right.

"You call that a royal speech? You didn't shout at them, you didn't threaten anyone, and you were far too reasonable." Walter got off the door and walked up to Spike chuckling. "It was bloody marvelous."

Spike smiled at Walter and gave him a quick hug. "Right then, are you ready for today's training?" He gave Elise a nod and then turned to walk off. "Take good care of him Walter" Elise said like she was scolding him. Walter chuckled and walked off. Spike gave Elise a quick peck on the check and followed after Walter.

Walter waited until they were halfway down the hall before he started to talk to Spike. "I suppose you heard the latest rumors about your brother. I'm afraid that they're all true, no one knows what he'll do next." The exited out into another hallway.

"In the meantime, the mood in the castle is getting worse by the day. But I think that you have a knack for reaching out to people. Did you see the way they all looked up to you back there? The way they look up to a leader."

"But I'm not a leader Walter, my brother is. I'm just trying to help calm things down for him." Walter sighed and put his hand on Spike shoulder. "You are a leader though just like your brother and your Father."

They made their way to the entrance hall and saw a crowd of people standing behind velvet ropes. "There are a lot of people here to see your brother today. Poor sods." They made it to the front and say Laszlo standing at the front of the line.

"Sir Walter, what a stroke of luck. Would you mind signing my petition? We're trying to eradicate poverty on Albion. Too many of us suffer out on the streets and the King does nothing. He must be made to care."

Walter looked surprised for a second before he answered Laszlo. "Oh very well. I'm just an old soldier; I doubt my name would mean anything. But perhaps the Prince would care to help you out." Spike smiled and nodded to Laszlo.

He signed the petition and handed it back to Laszlo, who was just ecstatic. Spike and Walter walked away to the training room. Walter closed the doors and drew his sword. "That was a bold move you did just now. It might not work but at least your brother will see that you have a mind of your own."

He dropped into a fighting stance and looked at Spike. "Now let's see you put it to good use in combat." Spike smiled at him and drew a sword from one of the stands. He dropped into a fighting stance and locked eyes with Walter.

For a second all was still as they both stared the other down. Then with a flash, they started to duel. Walter and Spike swung strike after strike at each other, only to have it blocked by the other.

Their blades clashed together after a particularly strong swing. "Do you remember the stories I use to tell you. About your father the Hero and is adventures?" Walter swung down only to have Spike block it. "You never did tire of hearing them.

Spike rolled under another swing Walter aimed at his head. He swung his sword up at Walter, but Walter just sidestepped and laughed. "Do you remember what you use to say after each story" He swung the flat of his blade at Spike's back.

Spike blocked it without turning around and smiled. "Yes" he pushed Walter's sword away and spun to face him. Teach me how to be a Hero" he said as he swung rapidly at Walter.

Walter just backed away as he blocked each swung. Spike pressed forward but Walter didn't seem all that worried. He locked blades with Spike and laughed, "Every single time." He gave Spike a hard push and Spike slid across the floor, stopping ten feet away from Walter.

"I wish there was something more an old soldier like me could teach you." He paused for a moment before dropping into a defensive stance. "But I've done my best, and its time for you to show me your best. Strike me as hard as you can."

Spike sprinted forward to close the distance. Five feet from Walter he spun on his right foot swinging his blade with all his might. It came down with a loud clang and Walter deflected it with his blade. Spike's sword hit Walter's just above the hilt and Walter's blade snapped off from the sheer force of the hit. The Blade flew through the air before landing three feet away.

Walter looked at his broken sword in surprise for a minute before letting out a booming laugh. "You only went ant broke it! Look at that!" He pointed to his broke swords hilt. "Am I a great teacher or what?"

Spike just stared at the sword in shock, trying to figure out how he even did that. Walter beamed at him and let out another laugh. "Listen, there's something I need to-" Walter was cut short as Elise came bustling into the room, a look of fear on her face.

"Walter you have to come quick. The both of you." Walter's face fell into a serious expression. "What's happened Elise?" "It looks like there's a demonstration outside the castle." Spike looked from Elise to Walter, wondering what to do.

"This is not good" Walter ran out of the room with Elise and Spike right behind him. They made their way to the entrance hall, which was now clear of people. "They're right inside the castle grounds" Elise said as they ran to the nearest window. The three of them looked out the window to see a large group of people shouting outside the front door.

The weather had made a drastic change since they were last out there. The sky was a dark steel gray, with rain pouring from the sky by the buckets. There was lightning streaking across the sky and loud booming thunder every few seconds. But the people were still out there shouting and jeering about Logan's rule.

"Balls, I should have known this would happen. I don't think they realize what your brother is capable of. This isn't going to end well." They saw people with banners spanning from 'Logan Must Die!' to 'Free Albion's People!' Spike and Elise looked at the crowd nervous of what would happen next. "It's been a long time since your brother Logan listened to me, but I should find him." He turned to them and gave a stern look.

"You to stay here, there's still something we need to talk about" Then he ran off up the main stair to look for Logan. They watched his retreating form until he was out of sight. "We can't just stand here. I have a horrible feeling about this." She looked at Spike with pleading eyes. "We have to do something."

Spike looked back at the crowd and then at Elise, worry painted across his face. "Look" Elise pointed up the stairs. "The guards have moved from the stairs. We should follow Walter, and find out what your brothers going to do." Spike nodded and grabbed Elise's hand again.

They reached the top of the stairs but didn't see a single person down any of the halls. "They must be in the war room." Spike led them down the hall to their right. They ran down to the end of the hall and took a sharp left. They stopped three feet from the closed door and crept right up to it.

Elise pressed her eye to the keyhole on the left and Spike to the one on the right. "Think about what you're doing Logan." They heard Walter pleading with the King. Walter was facing the door only ten feet away from it. Logan had his back to them and was only five feet away. They saw three of Logan's personal guard surrounding the two men.

"I am protecting the interests of the people. Do not question me again!" Logan shouted at Walter, waving his left hand in front of himself. He turned to the nearest guard. "You will shoot to kill. Start with the ringleaders, and if necessary, continue with the crowd."

Elise let out a gasp and Spike tightened his hands into fists. Walter stepped toward Logan anger etched across his face. "This is wrong, you can't do this!" The guard behind his suddenly lifted his rifle and bashed it into Walter's right knee.

Walter hit the floor with a loud thump and a shout of pain. Logan pointed to Walter's kneeling form. "Never tell me what I can't do." Walter looked up at Logan, still on all fours on the floor. Elise tore her gaze from the keyhole and looked at Spike.

"Walter. We can't let him kill all those innocent people." Spike looked at Elise's scared face, still shocked at his brother's words. "You're his brother, maybe he'll listen to you." She grabbed his shoulders, bringing his face close to hers.

"We have to do something." Spike looked at the door and then back at Elise. He saw the fear in her eyes, the concern at not knowing what to do. Spike grabbed the doorknob and opened the door.

He burst into the room to see a shocked Walter still kneeling on the floor and his brother who had a stern and angry look on his face. "What are you doing here?" Logan spat, anger laced in every word. "The war room is no place for a child. Leave now!" He commanded pointing at Spike.

Spike seized up his courage and looked at his brother defiantly. "I'm here to stop you brother. You can't kill all those innocent people." Logan looked at his brother astonishment on his face. Spike had never talked back to him.

Spike always did what Logan told him to do. Throughout their childhood, all Spike ever did was admire his brother. He would never question him, or even argue with him. Logan couldn't understand why his brother changed or where his defiance came from.

"No, wait…" Walter pleaded still holding his throbbing knee. Logan looked from Walter to Spike. "Enough" he said with a tone of finality in his voice. "How dare you turn against me!" He stared Spike down, a flicker of madness in his eyes.

"Perhaps you believe you should be the one making these decisions. You really wish to defend those traitors? Then so be it!" He lifted his right hand and balled it into a fist signaling his guards to grab them. Spike and Elise didn't even have time to turn, when they felt hands grabbing them from behind.

"Let us see how you do!" Logan spat as Spike and Elise struggle against their captors. Spike looked at Logan with fear and Elise glared at Logan with hate filled eyes. "Take my brother and his friend to the Throne room. We shall settle this matter officially." He commanded the guards who nodded at him before pulling Spike and Elise away.

Spike and Elise were marched into the throne room surrounded by guards. "Move!" one of them shouted shoving the two of them forward. Elise lost her footing and hit the floor with a gasp. She felt the wind get knocked out of her and her head felt like it was spinning for a minute.

"Leave her alone!" Spike shouted, kneeling down to help her up. The guard just laughed and waited for them to move. He grasped Elise's hand and she lifted her head slowly. "I-I'm alright, I just had the wind knocked out of me." Spike rubbed her hand soothingly and she looked up at him.

"Don't worry. Whatever happens, we'll get through this together." He helped her up and squeezed her hand reassuringly. The guard shoved Spike and shouted at them to keep walking. Spike and Elise walked down the mostly empty throne room and stopped fifty feet from the Kings throne.

"Here come the saviors of the people now." Logan said in an insulting manor. He was sitting on the throne in a leisurely position, leaning to his right. "Come closer, brother." Spike looked at Elise for a moment and then began to walk closer to Logan. Elise held his hand as long as possible until Spike walked out of her reach.

"Today you have disappointed me beyond measure." Logan spoke with a mock sadness in his voice. "I have been betrayed by my own blood and a filthy spy!" Logan shifted to his left and stared down at Spike with anger. Elise was clutching her hands to her chest in worry, not knowing what she could do to help Spike.

"We did nothing wrong!" she finally said finding her voice. "Punishment must be apportioned where it belongs!" Logan shouted slamming his right hand down and shooting up off the throne. Walter looked on helplessly to the left of the throne, fear all over his face.

"Punish me then" Spike said taking another step forward motioning his hand to his chest. Elise froze and Walter looked at Spike in shock. You are no longer a child" Logan said stepping down the thrones steps. "And it is time I stopped treating you as one. You wish to save these traitors." Logan said motioning toward a group of people to

Spike's right.

"The ones who had gathered outside the castle this morning. Very well. You shall have your chance." He took a few more steps, his gaze never leaving Spike's face. "Here stands the leaders of the violent mob." He stopped in front of Spike looking at his slightly shorter brother.

"I will give you a choice. Who will be punished? These strangers" he paused for a second. Spike saw a gleam or cruelty in his brother's eyes. "Or this girl" he said pointing to Elise. A sudden look of horror came across Spike and Elise's faces. "The sentence will be death."

Walter found his voice at last and he took a step towards Logan. "What?" Spike put his arm up in front of Logan so as to shield Elise from him. Logan continued to walk forward, Spike backing away still holding his arm up. "No… this can't be…" Logan motioned toward Spike, amusement in his voice. They stopped two feet away from Elise, Spike breathing heavily.

"You are the prince. Decide!" Walter took another step forward. "Your majesty. Logan. Please." Logan ignored him and stared Spike down. "I am giving you power over life and death." Spike shook his head in protest. "No! I won't do this!" he said reaching for Elise's hand.

Logan gave him a disgusted look before speaking again. "If you can't choose, then I will. They will all be executed!" Elise let out a strangled whimper and the ringleaders cried in horror.

"So tell me brother, what are you willing to sacrifice to do the right thing?" Spike looked pleadingly at his brother, but Elise glared at Logan. "This is madness! We can't – we just can't—" She looked at Spike sadly and he shook his head.

"Choose me. You can't let them all die." Spike closed his eyes and shook his head violently. Elise brought her hand to his face and turned his head to look at her. Spike opened his eyes and Elise saw the tears starting to form in them. Her ocean blue eyes met his dark brown eyes.

"Choose me" she said tears forming in her eyes as well. Spike looked from Elise to the ringleaders, then back to her. He felt his heart beating loudly in his chest. All he could hear was the beating of his own heart and nothing else.

Time stood still as he finally made his decision. Spike took one last look at Elise and he gave her a sad smile. "I've decided brother." Logan looked at him a sadistic smile on his lips. "Well then, who will it be?"

Spike looked at him defiantly and took a deep breathe through his nose. "Me" Spike finally answered never breaking eye contact with his brother. For a moment all was still as no one as able to process what Spike hade just said.

"What?" Logan finally said looking at Spike full of surprise. "I choose me brother." Spike said confidently. "Chorley my life as the prince is worth that of a few commoners and a lady of nobility." Logan just looked at Spike like he grew another head. "Your life isn't one of the choices I gave you."

"But it's an even trade. You get to punish someone, Elise and the others go free, and none of the innocents get hurt." Spike said speaking to Logan as if he was a small child not understanding why two plus two equals four.

"No Spike, don't do this! It should be me! You know it should be me!" Elise started shouting. Walter didn't know what to say and tried to reach Spike. Logan's guards grabbed both of them and pulled them away from Spike and Logan. Elise and Walter tried to fight off the guards but to no avail.

Logan looked at his brother and Spike could see nothing but sadness in his eyes. "You are sure then brother?" Logan asked hoping Spike would change his mind or choose one of the other two choices. Spike just looked up at him with a sad smile and nodded.

Logan finally turned and walked back to the throne. "Very well! Let the peasants and the girl go. Captain bring me my pistol." One of the guards nodded and pushed the ringleaders out of the room. Walter and Elise kept shouting at Logan, pleading him not to go through with it.

The guard came back into the room and handed Logan a pistol with a single shot. Logan took it from him and aimed down at Spike's chest. "Good-bye brother" Logan said and for a second it looked like he might have shed tears.

Two guards walked over to Spike and grabbed his arms as if to subdue him. Spike didn't even bother to put up a fight and just held his arms up for them. Spike nodded grimly at Logan before turning his head to look at Elise. She was crying now, shouting at the top of her voice, screaming for Spike to change his mind. Spike felt his tears break through and he sniffled a little.

He locked eyes with Elise, staring into those eyes he came to love so much. He whispered three words to her, and she heard them, despite all the shouting. "I Love you" and then there was a loud bang.

The bullet whizzed out of the gun and hit Spike right in his chest. Spike fell to the floor in a crumpled heap and there was a loud shriek. Elise and Walter broke free of the guards and ran to Spike's body. Elise clutched his head to her chest and was sobbing loudly.

Walter was staring down at Spike in disbelief. How could this have happened, how could he let Spike sacrifice himself for all of them. He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. "And that is the end of it" Logan finally said. Lowering his pistol and turning to leave.

"HOW COULD YOU!" Elise shrieked looking at Logan with pure unadulterated anger. "HE WAS YOUR BROTHER! HE WAS YOUR BROTHER! HOW COULD YOU! I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS! NEVER!" Logan just stared at her for a minute and then started to walk away. He stopped at the door and looked at the guard to his left.

"Let them finish mourning and then see them out of the castle. I never want to see either of them again." He then exited the room and the guards closed the doors.

It was a couple of hours before all anyone could do anything but cry. Jasper was brought down to the throne room by one of the guards. He was frozen to the spot when he saw Spike's body. He looked from Walter to Elise hoping that one of them would be able to tell him that his eyes were playing tricks on him.

Walter just knelt there, his arms hanging uselessly at his sides. Elise was still holding Spike's head to her chest, sobbing uncontrollably. Jasper was finally able to make his legs move and carry him to the rest of them.

When they were finally able to get control of themselves, Jasper and Walter slowly stood up. Walter put his hand on Elise's shoulder and she turned to look at him. "You should go home now Elise." She shook her head defiantly and kept her grip on Spike.

"There's nothing you can do for him now. He'd want you to be safe. Go home to your family." "B-b-but w-what about y-you an-and Jasper?" She said her voice sore and crackling from all yelling she had done earlier.

"We'll bring him to his parent's grave and then we leave the castle for good."

So what do you guys think of my first chapter so far? You guys can always let me know how you feel about it in a review. I just ask that you try make the reviews as informative and as least criticizing as possible.