Hey! It's me, Ninja! Been a while, hasn't it...? Sorry; too much homework= less story entires. Hopefully, I will get the chance to update more frequently soon. I hope you enjoy this new tale of mine.

P.S. I own only Kayla.

Chapter One

Normally, when you get magically transported into the world of your favorite video game, book, movie, etc., you usually think 'This must be a dream' only to find out it's not. You also think that this must be the best time of your life, and that you will become the best of friends with the characters you have always dreamed of meeting. You even dare to think that you will live out the rest of your days in this land, growing old with the man or woman that you had fallen in love with. Basically, you think that everything will be fine, and that this was all for the best. Right?

Wrong. Well, I didn't feel like that. Firstly, I always knew it wasn't a dream. Know why? Because I have always wanted to have a dream like this, only for me to fall into a dreamless sleep, the warm darkness lacking the light and adventure I desperately sought. Secondly, I barely even saw the characters from the game, at least the ones I liked. I can sadly say that the most least liked and yet gorgeous one of all was my greatest asset here… And I didn't fall in love, if that's what your wondering… And I never even wanted to stay here… Until now.

Being transported into the Fable verse and landing in Albion is never a good thing, especially when you end up with Reaver becoming your master. I never did like him; sure, he was a handsome guy, and the accent was surely a plus, but the whole bi-sexual pirate/businessman/traitor thing was his fall point for me, especially his odd fetishes. I mean, who does that? I can't even say it… I can't stand him… And yet I still like him… Why does it always turn out like this? And, before you say anything, I am not a fan of his. At least not like Benjamina, anyways…

Yet as I reflect on this, the only thing I am glad to say is that I didn't do any immoral things, as far as you know anyways… But this lingering feeling… What does it mean? Well, getting this whole angst thing outta the way, we have to start somewhere, right? Now, let me see… Ah, yes, here we are… We'll start from the very beginning, on that crisp October morning, when my life would take a sudden and unexpected turn; for better or worse, even I didn't know, and still don't….

I was running for my life, trying to catch my breath as the bus left without me. Dang it. Yeah, I know, this isn't really life or death for you maybe, but for me it's everything! Anyways, the yellow vehicle was increasing in distance, while I began to falter, my bangs falling over my dark eyes. I tried to clear my sight, still running. However, I tripped up on an unexpected obstacle; a snake hole. I fell, my body jerking down suddenly.

I clenched my teeth tightly, biting my lip in the process. I silently muttered a 'Way to go, Kayla.' and got up, brushing my clothes lightly. The dirt soon cleared, and I gathered my bearings. I checked my ankle, making sure it was secure. I felt cold relief wash over me as I walked it out, the pain a quiet numbness. Least my ankle's not broken or anything… Still, I had to admit that this was a horrible situation. My bus was on time for the first time in ages, and that meant I was dreadfully late. Plus, my mom was already at work, currently in a meeting.

I sighed, the realization hitting me. If I even dare to call, she'll have my head. Literally. I looked around, my hopes fading in the swift breeze. My eyes finally spotted the nearby woods, through which led to a short cut, and my school. I contemplated my options quickly, and without a second thought I headed towards the opening, praying that I would make it out alive.

Sure, woods can be scary… Even if I'm sixteen years old… Plus, the tales the local kids tell about monsters and magic don't help either… Still, I knew that those tales were surely make-believe, something you could only dream about, surely. Besides, my sanity depends on it. Taking slow, even breaths I follow the dirt path, the curves leading me through a labyrinth of walkways. Eventually, I come across a fork in the road, at which I grab my chin, pondering.

Which way: right or left? After a moment, I finally decided to go with my instinct: right. Right is my dominant hand after all, plus my gut was telling me this was the way. Sighing, I had to go with the flow. Did I know what was to come? No. Was I afraid about the possible outcome? Maybe. Did I regret ever going down this path later on? Absolutely.

I finally made my way out of the forest, the sunlight kissing my curious face ever so gently. I looked around, the surroundings strange… yet, so familiar. This can't be right… Where's school? I looked around in vain for my destination, hoping for a sign. Yet, only the wind was present, the gust so soft against my tanned skin. Surely I took a wrong turn… Right?

I nodded to myself, sure that I had it all wrong. Yet, I looked back, the dark forest a foreboding place. My fears became solid when I heard a howl, and, looking down, I saw something I had only seen in video games. Tracks… And not just any tracks… Balverine tracks… I felt my heart stop, and that's when I knew what happened. I've been transported into Albion? Really? I knew it was either that, or the US was having a Balverine problem.

Going with the former, I turned, my eyes finding a distant town. More like a metropolis… The town had smoke pipes everywhere, the steam dark against a gray sky. The smell was toxic, and I recoiled lightly as I slowly walked towards it. I recognized it almost instantly. That's Bowerstone Industrial. Which means this is the Fable III verse… I shook involuntarily, and I realized what that meant. Reaver. That despicable pirate Reaver is here.

I don't hate Reaver per se, but his habits make me lift an eyebrow, for sure. I mean, have you ever met a bi-sexual pirate turned business man that is not only a traitor to his people, but the Hero of Skill? Maybe in your dreams, or nightmares. But, come on, in real life? (If any of you have your hands up, put them down now.) I had to admit, I did find his accent cute, but all Fable people do have 'em… He also was kinda handsome, but, yet again, a few Fable people were like that. What can I say? Brits are cool. (They are basically Brits. Look up Albion next time you are on the Internets.)

Knowing that our meeting was surely inevitable, especially noting the fact that he's practically King of Bowerstone, I had to keep going. Thing like imminent death and entering your favorite video game can do that to you, especially if you haven't ever played Fable III. (Yeah, I know… But I've been super busy! At least I've played the other two…) So, with hopes raised and curiosity ample, I made my way toward the town, with one thing in mind: Don't get in his way.

I know what you're thinking: This is nothing like your usual work! What's wrong with you? Well, this is a bit different from most of my stories: I have it in 1st person only, plus I will be breaking the fourth wall on multiple occasions. Other than that, not much pf a difference, I suppose...

Anyways, I will have another chapter up in a bit, so stick around! Reviews, questions and comments are appreciated, so don't be shy!

Ninja is out; Peace!