A/N: They say in Bowerstone South when you rent out the marital house, a woman and her child will live there. When you marry the woman, after a while they will disappear. Whether this really happens or not, I won't know since there's currently a man living in mine, but I always wondered where they went. Read and review please. This is my first fanfic, so suggestions will be welcome. Encouragements will always be nice, though.
I don't own Fable...blah blah blah...I wish.
Chapter 1~Blaze
I moved to Bowerstone when I was five. Me and Mum lived in the rented the marital home in Bowerstone owned by the new Hero. I complained that I didn't want to live in Bowerstone South. It was crummy and poor. Mum always said "Just be glad you ain't livin' in one of them tents, you hears?" Bowerstone South had a bunch of tents that people slept in and even called their own. You could get arrested for trespassing if you slept in one of them in the night. There was a huge gate with a guard in the middle of Bowerstone South, and everyone knew what was beyond that gate. Bowerstone North. The high class part of Bowerstone.
Me and Mum had lived in Oakvale before. She had no house or husband, so we slept in the inn above the tavern. She heard that the Hero bought a house in Bowerstone South that he put up for rent, so we hid on one of the boats that goe between Oakvale and Bowerstone Quay on the east beach. We braved a three days journey on boat before we got to Bowerstone Quay. My few years in Okavale were a blur. I knew that as soon as I could walk, I'd sneak into people's houses and take pies and books that me and Mum would use later. She'd read me the books by the pale moonlight, which is why when we moved to Bowerstone I couldn't believe how doltish and stupid the other kids were.
I didn't know who my father was. I always imagined him to be a strong and intimidating guard, or a wily and brave trader. Never did I think of him as an ordinary man, like the men whose only jobs are to carry the crates of cider to the tavern. But neither did I think of him as a great hero, or possibly, and great villain.
Mum didn't have a job, but yet she was still able to pay rent, which I thought was amazing. There were only three women in all of Bowerstone who I could think of who had a job; Scarlet the hair dresser, Maggie the barmaid, and Lady Grey, mayor of Bowerstone.
The new Hero would visit the school next to me and Mum's house a lot. We would be playing hopscotch in the little play area outside the school with a guard watching over us, and the Hero would come and kick chickens for our amusement and the guard would look at him disdainfully.
There was a bench in the play area where a parent could sit and watch over us. My friend Sue's father was sitting there one time, and she asked to me "Why don't we ever see your father here, Blaze?"
Blaze. That was the horrible and embarrassing name Mum gave me. Blaze. It meant fire, inferno, hell-hole. Blaze. What was Mum thinking? Blaze.
"Shut up, Sue!" I yelled, and pushed her to the ground. "My mum says you're a bastard!" she cried. Great, I thought. I wanted to cry, but even at five years old, I couldn't shed a tear. Even for myself.
The Hero would bring in books that our teacher would teach a lesson from, since Lady Grey cut the funding for our school. From these books I learned that Oakvale wasn't that far away if you really thought about it. Outside of Bowerstone was Lookout Point. From Lookout Point you go to Greatwood forest. From Greatwood to Darkwood. Barrow Fields was right outside of Darkwood, and Barrow Fields connected straight to Oakvale. Of course you could've just done what Mum did and stowaway on the boats that go to and fro between Bowerstone Quay and Oakvale.
One day while playing in the play area across from the school, Mum was sitting on the bench. The Hero came over, and we all cheered. While laughing with friends, I glanced over at Mum. The Hero was flirting with her! After school she took me aside and said she was marrying him. Right then I hated the Hero.
I heard a story that our teacher read in class one day. It was about a man who killed his wife. With the Hero I expected the worse. It's what I thought of all heroes now. They were corrupt. They married pretty ladies to get their dowries, expected gifts and love, and killed them when they tired of them. I didn't want this to happen to Mum. I didn't want this to happen to me. Mum was all I had.