Disclaimer: I do not own Fable

Well, I really am a big fan of the game and got really thinking about a good story. Hope this is okay at least.

Heroes……what exactly is a hero? I've been told countless times a hero can commit only the greatest of deeds to benefit humankind. Others say a hero commits the worst crimes known to man. I always dreamed of being a hero. Sometimes I would be a knight in shining white armor. Other times I would be a merciless killer that wouldn't give a shit about spilling your blood.

But in truth, I would always have a dream where I would embark on a journey through the world, seeing the sights and killing fearsome enemies, hunting for something.

This is my story.

A young boy awakens from peaceful slumber. He stretches his limbs, before walking out into the beautiful sun. The boy looks around his home, feeling content with his life. Suddenly, a voice reached the boy's ears. The little male hurried over to the source, his father.

'Good morning my son today is your sister's birthday. I hope you got her a gift this time, and didn't forget like last year.

'Yes father. But my gold pieces have been lost courtesy of that stubborn bully in town.'

'Well then, this may be a good chance to help teach you about good and bad. For every good deed you do in Oakvale, I'll give you a gold coin. I heard there's a merchant in town today so buy your gift from him.'

'Thank you father'

The little boy scurried away, running around town asking for odd jobs. He found the merchant and managed to figure the price and found himself happy to have the exact amount matching his deeds.

Well, it was during that first day did I really think about my choices. Should I help the wife find her husband, beat up the bully, and watch the man's barrels? Or should I accept the man's bribe money (and tell his wife anyway), beat up the cowering boy, and smash all the man's barrels?

I decided to be good, my heart being influenced by my father and mother's nurturing love.

'Excuse me Miss, but I saw your husband talking to another woman behind the pub!'

The woman thanked the boy and then took off at lightening speed. The little boy chuckled lightly before running over to the bully and smacking the teenager around. It felt good to get revenge.

'Please! Stop! Here! Take this and leave me alone!'

The little boy pocketed the good coin and helped the cowering boy. The littler boy smiled in thanks and handed a doll to him, asking to find Rosie.

The boy hunted around for Rosie before finding the girl crying aimlessly in a corner. The boy patted her head gently and gave her the doll. The little girl shrieked in happiness and then hugged the boy, who grew bright red.

After agreeing to the man's request, the little boy stood guard between the man's stuff. Soon though, a young ruffian decided to mess with the boy and started to taunt the boy into smashing everything. The boy stood his ground and waited for the man to return.

'Well son, I heard all about your good deeds from the villagers. As promised, here's a gold coin for each deed.'

The little boy shrieked with delight at the 4 gold pieces in his hands. The boy took off quickly to find the merchant and purchased the box of chocolates for 3 coins.

'Here ye' go lad! I've been saving that box for today because I always liked your sis' and I knew today was her special day! No matter, give a happy birthday to your sis' for me!'

The boy immediately dashed for the main gate, finding his sister playing around in the empty patches.

I always did think of my sister as a physic. For reasons unknown, she could always find the uncanny ability to predict the future. I found out the hard way when I tried to disapprove her prediction on to avoid bees on my birthday. I got stung so bad, I looked like a pin cushion!

'Hello brother! Sorry about last night with my thrashing. I had another one of my dreams; I was standing here in this field when something bad happened. I don't remember what but let's not worry for now. So where is my gift? I hope you didn't forget like last year!'

'No sister! Here have this!'

Screaming was heard as the little boy passed the box of chocolates to his sister. The young woman smiled happily at him before walking towards the passage back to the village.

'Come little brother, we have to tell mother and father what you got me!'

As both siblings walked home, their feet froze in their tracks as a man came running in screaming!

'BANDITS!'

The man didn't get to the passage as an arrow was lodged in his skull. Both siblings ran like hell as more men drabbed in black cloth came rushing in. The sister ran ahead even though the boy tripped and landed in the tall grass, effectively shielding him from any eyes.

It was then that I knew my world was crumbling. I had lost consciousness for God knows how long. When I awoke, Oakvale was burning and the screams of unfortunate souls filled the once peaceful sky. I rushed home and that was when I met destiny. I knew……I was alone.

The boy ran everywhere, looking for his family. The boy only found writhing bodies and burning houses. Tears were falling in steady drops as the young boy reached the town square and found the merchant.

'Run lad! There be…nothing…left…here'

The merchant passed on as the boy ran even more furious to his home; the fiery roof only gave more sadness to the boy's heart as he neared a body on the ground.

The little boy was standing over his father's prone body. Cold hard bitter tears flowed freely as the lad tried shaking his father awake. Realizing he was dead, the boy collapsed in a heap upon his father's chest and cried until a voice reached his ears.

The little boy looked up to see a drunken bandit weave strangely over to the boy and mutter slurred words.

'Ye' father was a stupid waste of skin. He tried to fight us all to protect his wife and daughter. I just wished you were here to see how they cried when I jabbed my long sword through his heart! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! He was such a foolish man!'

When the bandit had said those words, I knew he had awakened my other side. My monster side. After years of silent peace, I find my world destroyed and my family dead. I don't remember what happened after I picked up my father's axe, all I remember was awakening to find a mushy pile of remains and blood on my hands and father's axe.

The bandit never saw the light of day as the boy ran an axe through his stomach. The bandit only looked down in surprise as the boy looked up and gripped the axe. With one swoop, the axe had made a clean cut across the bandits' face. The man only fell down from his drunken state, giving the boy advantage to pounce on him with and tear apart his body.

The boy growled like an animal as he slammed the axe down upon the man's face, not caring for the cries of mercy. He would make cut after cut upon the torso so the entrails and guts spilled out. The blood flowed freely from the man's wounds as the boy just hacking away at his being.

When the boy finally stopped, he crawled back to his father's body and cried once more, not noticing the bandit rushing at him until a large blast killed him. The boy looked up and saw a man with strange blue markings covering his face.

'We must leave. It is not safe here.'

The boy only nodded as he picked up his father's axe and waited.

'Hmm, I expected you to cling to your father's body. But I see you have sense enough to see they're all dead, and you don't want to join them.'

'Yes, I wish for vengeance.'

'Very well, take my hand.'

The boy stared one last time at the burning remains of Oakvale before gripping the man's hand tightly, feeling some magic flow through him as both people teleported out of there.

'Come now, I though you had a stronger stomach.'

'Shut up please, I don't feel like talking.'

'Very well, my name is Maze and I'm the head of the Guild of Heroes. You must've heard of it. Anyways, if it's vengeance you seek, then this place is the only area to retrieve that training.'

Both figures walked to the enormous building looming high and entered as Maze continued to talk.

'I'll introduce you to the Guildmaster before you'll settle in. Tomorrow, we start your training to become a hero.'

As they entered, both were greeted by an old man known as the Guildmaster.

'I have a new student for you.'

'Hmm, he doesn't look like much hero material to me, but I suppose you know what you're doing.'

The Guildmaster walked up the stairs before turning and motioning to the boy.

'Come, your room will be shared by our brightest pupil. Whisper. You'll meet her tomorrow.'

The boy nodded and followed, sitting down on the comfortable bed as the Guildmaster told him where to meet next morning. When the old man finally left, the boy curled up in bed and cried into his hands, slipping into slumber just as the moon shone bright.

When I slept in that bed that I knew was not my home's, I knew for sure my life was real destroyed. Only pain and sorrow racked at my heart as my eyes closed and my wheezing finally ended. I could only see the dead figure of my father lying there as I closed my eyes.

A/N: There ya go! First chapter of my Fable story. It might just seem like a retelling, but try thinking of adding actual speaking and other events that you would do in Fable.