Disclaimer: I do not own any of the content in Fable, I merely own the game.
This oneshot I've written is an experiment in terms of writing style. As you will notice, I've left out almost every detail of the hero. This is for you, the reader, to create the hero in your own eyes. The only aspect of the character on which I've elaborated would be his emotions, as they're very important. Although this oneshot is especially short, hopefully it will serve its purpose. Constructive criticism is more than welcome and I greatly appreciate any review I get. I hope you enjoy the story.
It was all over now.
Everyone had died.
A deafening silence brooded in the dark halls of the Guild of Heroes. The once-magnificent guild was now drenched in the blood of the countless trainees it had housed.
They were all dead.
Everyone.
The hero could make out the people who laid lifelessly on the ground. The guild apprentices. His sister. His mother. The guild-master.
All of them slain in their attempts to stop t
Everyone who had mattered to the hero, everyone he had cared about...
…They were all gone.
And it had been Jack of Blades that had murdered them.
The hero could feel a burning hate rise up in him as he surveyed the carnage before him. Jacks of Blades - the man who people once believed was a great hero – had finally shown his true colors - as a demonic and hellbent murderer. He had taken everything away from the hero. His family…his home…his friends…and almost his life. The hero could not allow these tragedies that Jack had brought upon him to go unpunished.
There was nothing left to lose, the hero thought as he drew his blade. Every heartbreaking loss, every single moment of pain Jack of Blades inflicted on him would be avenged sevenfold. The hero impassively made his away across the corpses that littered the library room floor, his cold, dark eyes focused on the door that stood on the other side of the room.
Tonight, everything would be laid to rest. There would be no relenting, no compromising, and no forgiveness. It was going to be the hero left standing, or Jack of Blades. One of them wasn't going to see the sun rise ever again.
"I will claim this hate in cold blood," the hero intoned darkly as he entered the Chamber of Fate. "And if I may fail to defeat Jack, I will take my hate to the grave."
