Summary:
Theresa is in the Spire.
Hammer is up north with warrior monks.
Reaver and Garth are in Samarkand.
Sparrow is alone.
Until she comes across a witch.
Who casts a spell on her.
And when she awakens, she is in the care of a young woman named Lark.
And she's eighteen again.
PREFACE - The End is A New Beginning
Sparrow stood numbly in the center of the Chamber of Fate. Her whole body was tense. So many memories surrounded her, threatening to drown her permanently into her past. It's over... the words sounded impossible. Lucien's dead. I killed Lucien. I did.
She forced her legs to move her to the steps that faced one of the two cullis gates, and finally became so shaky that she had to sit on them. In emotional defeat, Sparrow dropped her head into her calloused hands and sobbed. At night as she slept off her wounds, she would cry of pain. These cries were different. The last time she had cried so hard that tremors wracked through her entire being was when she found that Rose was truly dead. When she found that she was truly alone.
But, then again, she had had Theresa. She had had Toby, her faithful dog. And later on she had met Hammer, who became her best friend... She hadn't been truly alone. But that was before she killed Lucien. Toby dove in front of her to stop the bullet. He died saving her. Hammer was with the warrior monks up north, Garth and Reaver gone to Samarkand. Theresa now claimed the Spire for her own. There was no one. No one.
Out of pure selflessness, she had used her wish to bring back all of the innocent people that died because of the Spire. Meaning the hope of ever seeing Toby and Rose were gone for good. "It's over," she finally spoke aloud, and looked up. Her scarred, tear-stained face looked like she had been drained of life. Her massive figure was unnerving, but only because she could still imagine herself the shapely little thing she had once been when she had begun her journey.
"What can I do now?" she asked herself, looking down once more. It sounded so dumb... So... Simple. "What is there I can do now?" Sparrow pursed her lips. She hadn't thought about that. What was the purpose of being in Albion when she had already defeated its main threat? Claimed her vengeance? It certainly did not take a Hero to rescue slaves from bandits, and what better than to waste away the hours cutting wood or blacksmithing? "I'm not needed here any longer..." Sparrow realized, and the thought hurt. It hurt. "I'm not needed here," she repeated, pushing it a little further. The thought of being needed had comforted her, led her on, gave her her strength. Without it, what was the point? Albion probably wouldn't care if she dropped dead on the spot now. She wouldn't accept that to be true, but subconsciously knew it was, and forced herself to a stand, making her wobbly legs carry her to the cullis gate ahead of her. As she stepped into the light, and waited for it to take her to the gypsy camp so that she could sleep, Sparrow whispered, "I wish I was needed again." then the magical light made her vanish.
Hello, all! This is my first ever fanfic story, so I am hoping it goes over well... Ah, not much to say, other than I may not post from time to time or other times I may post a lot. xD It depends on if I have writers block, any ideas, that sort of thing. =) Hope you enjoy it, and please leave a review. ;D
- Jewel
