Author's note: This is my first FanFic so go easy on me after all I'm very young (check out my age on my profile) I've only just started so you know how young teens are. I've been making up stories ever since I was um…hang on let me think a moment…er… ah yes when I was 3 years old *sighs dramatically* ok, ok I'll tell you my age: add ten years from when I was 3. Anyways enjoy and send pleasant reviews or ones about explaining more detail and grammar!
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the Fable games though if I did I wouldn't even bother typing and I would be counting all the money I gained from making the game.
Chapter 1
Unexpected Guest
It was probably between the blazing, orangey sunset and late noon when Wren heard sudden footsteps and firm knocking at the grand mahogany doors of Bowerstone Castle. Slowly she made her way over to the mysterious knocking and answered the doors (Jest her dog at her side). She opened the huge doors and behind it revealed Logan and his belongings carried over his shoulder with one hand and the other loose by his thigh.
"Logan?" confusion swept over her form as she ran her soft, angelic, delicate fingers though her medium brownish hair with gold streaks to lighten up. She truly was like the bird the wren, her bluish eyes shimmering with pure Avo's light, highlighting her beautiful, light tan complexion and as explained before her waist long, luscious, medium brown hair with golden flares and her lips as tender and soft, she was named by her mother Sparrow. The wren and Sparrow are pretty much the same weight, height and length and look similar.
"Sister, can I come in and talk?" he asked now leaning on the deep brown door frame.
"Of course" she accepted, smiling a welcoming smile as he stepped in the large strongly built walls of the stone citadel he once called home. Wren sat in a luxury red and gold flower design seat and gestured for Logan to sit in another one by a mahogany piano with shiny gold lining.
"Now what is it you want to talk about?" she said pulling her chair forward towards a luxury table and poring herself and Logan an exquisite, dark, crimson wine into a crystal clear chalice and handed Logan one.
As he grasped it, took a sip and answered "I've been getting lonely in Millfields and I thought that maybe I could stay for a week…ahem if you don't mind?" taking another sip, waiting patiently for an answer.
Wren finished a gulp and placed her chalice on the table, clapped her hands once in the air and said "Logan you can stay here as long as you wish" she grinned sweetly.
"Thanks Wren" he smiled gratefully as he got out of the chair and made his way to Wren who got up as well and pulled her into a warm, satisfying hug.
After what seemed like hours she replied as she pulled away. "Anytime"
The following evening, Wren ordered her servants to ready a room for Logan's arrival for a week while Logan was off talking to the soldiers and maids. After Wren sort out everything she went to check up on Logan who was now testing his sword against a soldier. She walked up to both of them, leaning on a wooden post and asked "Testing our skills are we?"
Logan and the soldier were in an x position when they both shot their heads up and saw Wren leaning on the wooden post. Logan pushed backwards from the position and said "Sister, would you like to join?" he asked.
"Mmm ok, but be careful Walter taught me well" she got up and grasped her sword from the sheath strapped to her waist and began slashing just as the soldier went away.
"Oh this should be good" an excited guard said in the background as a whole group of soldiers formed a circle around the two siblings along with Ben Finn, Walter and Page and even Reaver decided to jump in and watch.
Logan charged at Wren with his rapier in the air, above his head "YAAH!" he growled as Wren was in a crouch-leap stance with her sword sticking out sidewards pointing at a barrel and her other gloved hand flat on the ground, she frowned and rolled out of the way, stretching out her leg and tripping Logan's foot sending him flying into a pile of horse dung.
"Whoa!" his last sound got muffled as he hit the feces. Everyone burst out laughing including Jest, Wren's dog who was jumping around hilariously at his mistress's feet.
"Bloody Marvellous!" Walter clapped as Wren stood up.
"Well done!" Page and Ben agreed.
"Well your majesty that was…unexpected" Reaver pulled a disgusted face but laughed anyway "As for your brother I'm sure he would be most proud of you but you might want to send him to the washroom due to his repugnant smelling" he said tapping his cane on the ground. Logan who had his whole head buried in horse poo was kicking his legs rapidly.
"Yeah I'll get someone to dispose the 'you know what' and get Logan out of there" Luckily Logan's boots weren't covered with the crap. She grabbed hold and pulled him out, Logan landed on his back as she twisted his body out. He got to his feet and tried wiping it off but it only smeared in other parts of his face. Wiping it off his face, he could see blurry but his vision cleared….eventually.
"Come let's get you cleaned up" she used the tip of a broomstick to shift him along to the castle "And while my brother is getting cleaned up would someone please inform the gardeners to empty this area" she stared at a guard, waiting for him to move along.
He gulped nervously "Y-yes Ma'am"
Wren made her way towards the grand doors of the castle, still pushing Logan along with the broom.
"Why did you have to trip me?" he asked somewhat confused and annoyed.
"Well you were about to hit me so I rolled out of the way and I thought it wasn't enough so I tripped you, besides it was funny…and quite embarrassing on your part" Wren chuckled a bit.
"Hmpf" Logan replied with slight anger.
Wren and Logan finally found their way to the washroom. One of the maids came in as Wren called to ready a bath for Logan.
"Now wait here I'll find you some clothes, just dump your disgusting ones in the…um…well just dump them in this" Wren pointed towards a wooden basket.
"Ugh! And wash properly, it will be dinner soon" Wren finished, holding her nose in a peg position and stormed off slamming the door closed while the maid just finished filling the bath, she too held her nose and opened the door and slammed it shut, Logan hated when his younger sister told him off, it made him feel like the slightly immature one.
After an hour of scrubbing, rinsing and drying, Logan came out of the bath smelling like roses but the manure still gave a hint on his body so he pulled open a draw and found some cologne that smelt like vodka. "Well I don't want to smell like a drug attic" he said to himself as he found another bottle next to the vodka smelling one, picked it up and it said 'for the former king' "how odd" standing there, Logan uncapped the bottle and took a whiff, his eyes lit up, it smelt like rich lavender, "That's…quite nice"
Logan started dabbing it onto his skin and felt refreshed at the moments touch of the cool liquid. He placed the perfume back in the draw and started dressing into an elegant white officer's suit from Jacket to legs. It had gold shiny spaulders that sparkled off the walls and a gold guild seal in the middle of the torso, black boots that looked as though they hadn't even been worn…which they probably weren't, lastly was white silk gloves that lapped just over his wrist and his white clean breeches that seemed to just cling to Logan's legs.
"I look like I'm attending a royal ball" he sighed as he stood in front of a mirror "But it is a dinner nonetheless" he twisted the doorknob and headed towards the dining room where the maids and servants just finished preparing the dinner. It was more like a feast rather than a dinner, the extended table held all sorts of meats, vegetables, desserts and drinks and a huge, obese pig lying in the middle on a silver platter with a red apple in its mouth. At the end of the table was Wren sipping a glass of the same wine Logan and Wren had shared earlier.
"Ah Logan please sit" Wren gestured. Logan and Wren weren't the only ones there, he noticed they had company. Page, Walter and Ben had come to join the feast.
"I thought you said it was a dinner" Logan looked back at Wren who had a calm face.
"It is" she answered taking another sip.
"Oh really, because my eyes witness more of a feast that a dinner" he crossed his arms over his chest he didn't like the idea that most of the rebels attended.
"Call it what you want just sit down" Logan did as he was asked and the six of them began to eat (including Jest), starting with roast chicken and wine. Due to Wren's clumsiness, she accidently flicked her piece of chicken all the way, across the table onto Logan's cheek and slid down to the floor. Logan stared with a frown and his hands held onto his fork and knife on the table while Wren just hid her head under the table and peeked her eyes over. Everyone burst out laughing again but Wren and Logan just continued staring at each other as she let out a nervous chuckle.
"Sorry" Wren remarked, lifting herself from under the table and onto the plush chair.
"Sorry? SORRY? Sorry is not going to fix my humiliation!" Logan stood up from his chair and stormed off to his room while mumbling something about little sisters and their games. Wren may be queen but she was still very much afraid of Logan.
"Hmm that went well" Ben said sarcastically.
"Oh shut up Ben" Walter crossed his arms as Page chuckled.
A few hours later the sky finally morphed into nightfall and the castle was dead silent…well except for snoring that could be heard through the halls and out the grand doors. Though there was only one who couldn't sleep.
Logan.
He tossed and turned under the sheets, struggling to get a voice out of his head.
"…Logan…" it whispered in a ghostly tone.
Logan shot his head up and pulled out a dagger out from under the pillow prepared for an attack. "What is it? Bandits, assassins…balverines?" he snapped his head countless times around the room only to find nothing there.
"Hmm" confused he was, settling the knife back under his pillow, he placed his head back on the plush cotton piece and went to sleep. Strange, now the voice was gone.
Dawn hit upon the open blue sky as it did every day and the sun peeked up from Albion's soil. Wren moved onto her side, talking in her sleep.
"The bananas are in the loo!" she exclaimed and rolled off the bed. She slammed her body on the cotton carpet and her dog began barking, Jest jumped off the bed and landed on Wren's stomach with an 'umpf' and started covering her face with slobbering kisses.
"Ugh get off boy!" she yawned loudly and pushed him off gently, got up and made her way to her wardrobe and dressed into a long light blue dressing gown. Wren strolled over to her mirror and examined her features; she truly was Albion's most beautiful woman and monarch. Her complexioned was engulfed with pure white, glowing swirls that she traced along with her delicate finger tips. She then began to brush her hair since it was like a porcupine, pointing out in different directions that made it look spiky, standing on an end.
She brushed hard making sure to get every knot and twist with the brush. Putting all her strength and force in her handy work, she accidently wrenched too hard it she snapped the brush.
"Argh! Why do I always have to do that?" Wren threw the broken brush in the sink as she heard someone coming in her room.
"What seems to be the problem your majesty?" Jasper asked as he just entered the room, dressed in his pyjamas.
Wren said nothing.
"Oh my madam, w-what happened to your hair it looks like a firework" Jasper gasped as he placed his hand over his mouth.
"This…" Wren began "Is what happens when you pull too hard on a dodgy brush" she grasped her hair while explaining to Jasper.
"Very well your majesty, I shall summon a maid in your presents" Jasper turned on his heel and headed out towards the queens room.
A/N: So this fanfic is meant to be after the crawler's attack, yet Walter is still alive. Anyway Tatty-bye I'll try and get another chapter up soon, and plz leave a review whether it's love, hate, grammar, or more detail.