Authors Note: Sadly I do not own Fable, but I wish I did.

This is really my first attempt at writing and intending to publish a fan fiction, I intend to do my best proof reading it though somehow one spelling or grammar mistake always slips through the cracks.

This story is going to be Lucien centric though in the later chapters I will be bringing in other characters, so far I intend for Garth to make an appearance and Reaver to also grace us with his sexy self. Hammer may come in for a short while but Sparrow I am going to try and keep out since we all had different heroes in the game. When I do mention Sparrow I will keep things vague so it's easier to assume they are our versions of the heroes.

Now I'm going to stop wasting time on this authors note and actually let you start reading. - Temp

Chapter One: Fallen

"I don't want to live,

To waste another day,

Underneath the shadow of mistakes I made.

Cause I feel like I'm breaking inside I don't want to fall and say I lost it all.

'Cause baby there's a part of me to hit the wall,

Leaving pieces of me behind,

And I feel like I'm breaking inside."

Breaking Inside by Shinedown.

Pain.

That was the first thing he registered when his mind slowly crept back into his body. It wasn't an intense pain, no, that had gone the second Sparrow removed the large sword from his chest and allowed him to merciless topple backwards off the spire. It was more of a subtle pain, a throbbing through out his body, blinding and incapacitating him. He couldn't think and found it impossible to keep his mind on track, he was fading and he knew it, pieces slowly being chipped away, his being being ripped from this earth like an injured baby bird from it's nest, bird, Sparrow. That name made his blood boil.

Pain, there it was again, shooting through his chest, burning.

Surely death wasn't supposed to feel like this?

It took every ounce of strength left in Lucien's body to move his left hand, and while the agony had returned the satisfaction of such an accomplishment granted back a little of the power he had lost. He was dyeing, but still alive at least, still holding on. He wondered how long he'd been laying there, on whatever hard surface he'd landed on, hours, days, minutes didn't seem right but then the world had always found ways to baffle him. Yes, there it was again, he winced and for a second thought he managed to make a noise as he moved his right hand, dragging it backwards and curling it under his broken body. The second he tried to lift himself his body screamed out and fell back down, refusing to allow Lucien to rise.

Damn it, damn it all, damn Sparrow, damn that hooded woman, damn those Heroes, damn Albion.

He wasn't going to die here, he wouldn't allow himself to, he still had something left, he could feel it, inside his body, a spark of will hidden somewhere, and a spark was all he needed to get up and out of here. Breathing in deeply Lucien drew back his left hand to join it's counter part, still tucked under his chest, with a heave and no doubt a few curse words Lucien managed to lift himself upwards onto his knees, and red was the first thing he saw. Red blood pooled out in front of him, and there was a lot of it.

Now on his knees and supported albeit waving a little, he brought a hand up and touched his chest. iFuck./i He let the limb drop from the rather thinly lined hole in his lower chest, he rubbed the smudges of blood between his finger tips, watching carefully as it spread out, trickling down his knuckles and between the cracks of his palms. That sword had certainly done a little more damage than he expected, but then that blasted Sparrow hard basically shoved the metal objective straight through him in rage, impaling him without a second thought and cutting off whatever he had been saying a few seconds before.

He looked up, wincing his eyes to try and see a little further beyond the foggy blackness above, the Spire had never been a bright place but right now he was kind of wishing there was some sort of light apart of the small rays of moonlight that crept through the small cracked windows. Lucien couldn't tell how far he'd fallen but in that moment he decided it really didn't matter, what mattered was getting out of the Spire, somehow.

When first considering the construction of the tower Lucien had noted the brilliance of the placement of such a wonder, so far into the ocean that while visible from land it took a good couple five hour boat ride to get there, and with an army of guards eyes constantly stitched to the oceans horizons a surprise attack was pretty much impossible. But now, half dead and bleeding, Lucien damned the fact they were so far away from civilisation, he contemplated swimming but quickly drop kicked that idea out the window blaming such a daft thought on the severe head wound he had suffered from the fall. There might possibly still be some boats docked, and whatever shape they were in he was sure he would be able to fix it up enough to get him to land.

After stumbling down steps for a good half an hour Lucien began to doubt there was actually an end to this Spire. During his control of it he'd often venture through the current construction sights and check everything was in order, but after years of the Spire becoming taller and taller he never saw the point in delving further down to the completed decks, he saw no need, that was his Commandants job. Ah the commandant. What a perfect soldier he had been, loyalty driven into him so far it was all he saw, truly marvellous, if only others would bend such ways instead of being so fruitfully stubborn and rebellious. Ignorance was like a plague nowadays. His thoughts were cut short as his hand, placed on the wall for support, ran over a small stone window that looked out onto the Spire docks. Lucien quickly scanned the area with a certain twinkle of hope, but his hopes were crushed as all he saw was water lapping gently against the wood harbour. Not even one boat, not even one, if he had been in a better mood he would have laughed at the irony of being stuck in his Spire considering he hadn't wished to leave it for the passed 20 years.

There must be another way, if that annoyance of a Hero had taught him anything it was that there is always a solution, and the more pressure to succeed the more likely you are to figure it out. Lucien allowed himself to rock backwards and sit on the cold stone step of the staircase, he then shuffled slowly towards the opposing wall and leant against it. A sense of relief swept over him as he felt somewhat comfortable for the first time, now if only he has installed heating, because he could swear it was getting colder by the second. His body shivered automatically as a shrill breeze blew in from the windows and gateway, he hugged his now tattered and blood stained coat tightly, something he instantly regretted when he felt his rib suddenly decide it was time to crack back into place. But what Lucien was even more sickened by was the feeling of the torn layers of the skin on his chest pressing back together, it reminded him of when you got a paper cut on your finger and felt the broken opposing bits of the skin rub together whenever you moved it. Of course it was to a slightly bigger magnitude, so much so that when he relaxed and the skin broke apart he couldn't stop himself muttering a low 'fuck'. He'd never been one for swearing, but sometimes the good old sailor talk really did make you feel better if only for a second.

Lucien sat there for a few more moments before he registered his eyes were closed, and as hard as he tried to open them he just couldn't. The weight on his shoulders increased and he felt like his head might fall off if he didn't lean more into the wall and rest that on it as well. He couldn't fall asleep, he'd die, but the sweet desire soon took over him and he felt himself drifting into one of those off sort of sleeps where you still posses a certain level of awareness. He suddenly felt warmer, and he could her a low murmur that echoed all around, whatever it was it was getting louder. After another few seconds he could hear it clearly, was that music. Yes he could most certainly hear music, and not just any old song it was a soft delicate tune that was familiar to him, it sounded like a music box. He stood up so fast his eyes had to blink a couple of times to catch up with the body being upright. He took a step forwards in a slow motion and wobbled so hard he nearly fell back over, the next few steps were easier and the next after that were effortless. One foot after the next and then the next foot after that, Lucien found himself walking in a rather brisk manner, worryingly pain free.

Am I dead?The notion that he might be dead cut like a knife to the back of the neck sending a chill over his entire body. No, he couldn't be dead, though his vision was foggy he was still in the Spire, still in the same spot he had been when he'd taken his little nap. But the wall in front had changed, mainly in the way it there wasn't a wall there any more, it had been replaced by a hallway. He continued walking forwards, eyes getting wider as the music became louder, a wave of desperation took over him and he broke out into a slow jog. iLouder, and louder still/i. He flung his arms out roughly when he saw the old oak door come into sight, before he knew it he had clamped a hand down on the cold metal of the handle and retched it open. The music became deafeningly loud making the man slam his hands over his ears in a pitiful attempt to suppress it, but still he persisted forwards into the room. Light burnt for all around, pure and yet blinding at the same time. Lucien fell forwards onto his knees, his left hand catching onto something and softening the fall, he managed to raise his head, but wished he hadn't.

That music box?

Lucien gritted his teeth in anger. It was that music box that had not only stripped him of his will magic, but also his Spire and nearly his life. But yet here it was in front of him, taunting him once again. He tried to pull it down from it's invisible pedestal but it refused to budge. His rage allowed him to stand back up and clutch it with both hands, the box was blearing out that repetitive tune over and over again, the clog inside visibly turning. Another tug was proven to be unsuccessful and did nothing but hurt Lucien's hands. He wanted to break it, no he wanted to smash it into pieces and completely remove it from existence. Everything had gone wrong because of this old kingdom artefact. Because of this small unassuming box.

Lucien tried to pull at it again, he held on pulling this time digging his heels into the floor, mustering as much force as he could, but still the music box didn't waver, heck even that mocking tune didn't jump as he whacked the box hard enough to split his knuckles.

Realisation is a bitch, and often hits you at the worst moments, a lesson Lucien all to early on in life, a lesson that now came haunting back to him.

It was useless, he'd done everything possible and it was all for nothing, twenty years of his life wasted building this Spire and now here he was going to die in it. The ground was welcoming, as for no doubt the hundredth time this day Lucien found himself collapsing onto it, his arms bent upwards awkwardly holding onto the box, he just couldn't bring himself to let go.

"Let go Lucien". A voice whispered in his head.

"Just let go, make your wish and let go."

It was horrible at first, the foreign salty tears that now trickled down his cheeks. It made him furious. Crying, now of all things, how pathetic. But still they came, rolling from his eyes like they would never stop. The man sobbed loudly, his heart twisting and churning inside his body as if it might threaten to fall out through his ripped out ribcage that moment.

"I wish...". The words grated his throat as they came out but then stopped as if suddenly scared to leave his mouth. The music got louder and the box began to glow a bright red.

"I wish I-". Lucien finished the sentence, the worlds burst free and took to the air, and thought their sound was churned away by the music made by the contraption he held before him their meaning was heard loud and clear. His hands fell from the box as is began to spin erratically, and then with a pop it was gone.

Gone along with the floor as well it seemed since in the next instance Lucien was free falling downwards at an alarmingly increasing rate. His body spun out of control, fingers gripping out at his sides trying to grab a hold to anything, but there was nothing there. He hit what could only be described as a large wave of air. It stopped his falling gradually until his was floating.

"Huh"? Lucien opened his eyes for the first time since the wall had vanished, as soon as his eyes saw a glimpse of light he fell once more and for a finale time. This fall lasted about five second before his body smacked something very hard, and now very broken, and then rolled out of control sending him slamming onto his back. iOh my god/i. Pretty much summed up the feeling at the time, he felt the need to be sick and possibly the need for a very strong glass of vodka.

Lucien allowed himself a few moments to gather his thought before e let his hands roam a little. He found himself surprised when a soft stringiness graced the tops of his fingers and trickled his palms. Grass?

That alone gave him the power to open his eyes and become aware of his surroundings, the clear blue sky and fluffy white clouds that greeted him had never looked so good, and was possibly a sure sign he had lost his mind completely.

Lucien moaned in pain when he tried to move, the feeling of his wounds now crawling back to him, and with friends no less. He now had a stinking headache and to add insult to injury he was pretty sure his lovely coat was so beyond repair it slide off his thin frame with the slightest of movements.

"Daddy, Daddy I swear you have to believe me". A high-pitched voice was not exactly what he wanted but at least it meant he landed in a occupied area. Sitting up to see the source of the voice would have helped matters, but right now laying down in the grass seemed like a much more pleasant option.

"Okay honey I told you I believe you, now where did this old man land"? A stronger male voice now it seemed, her father no doubt.

"Over there, he fell from that tree I think, hit the roof and landed on that hill, look, you can see him". The child was practically screaming now and no doubt pointing dramatically to compliment such a tone, dragging her father behind him like he had nothing better to do than amuse his little girl.

"Yes I can see him". The man's voice was sarcastic, but of course a child wouldn't pick up on such a feat. "Is he another one of your friends Li - holy shit there really is someone over there". The change in tone was humorous, going from sarcasm to utter disbelief in the same sentence had to be an achievement.

"Holy shit Daddy I told you". The little girls voice mimicked out in a happy tone, Lucien snickered, kids said the darnedest things.

"Don't swear honey, hey, hey are you all right mate"? If the closeness of the voice wasn't a give away that the man was now right next to him the act of grabbing him by the shoulders and shacking him certainly did.

"Fuck sorry mate", was his reply to the very pissed of groan his heroic deed had earned.

"Lizzie, run into the house and tell Mummy we've found a hurt person and are going to need her help". He tried to make his words as understandable for the little bounding blonde haired girl as possible. He assumed it did the trick as he watched the back of her head disappear out of sight, charging down the grassy hill with no doubt excitement in her eyes.

"Shit man you're a wreck, what on earth happened to you, bandits"? Lucien allowed his vision to rest on the man, he gave him a look that suggested the question better have been rhetorical.

"Was that a yes, gees you're lucky to be alive this wound is about as deep as they come, seeing as it goes straight through you". The man laughed out, giving Lucien the tale-tale signs he was in the presence of a rocket scientist who's other genius abilities involved pointing out the bleeding obvious. Lucien rather wanted to throttle him right now but his mind was quickly subdued, the next few sentences were beyond him as he once again felt the sweet sensation of sleep flooding over him, drowning out almost all of the conversation. He caught the words 'wife', 'nurse', and then 'bed'.

Bed sounded like a pretty fitting word right now and if Lucien died in his sleep he would be glad such a thing was the last thing he heard.

Well that's the first chapter over, people should really warn you how difficult the first chapter is especially if there is no communication between characters. The first half almost killed me being mainly descriptive. Not repeating words has got to be an art form, one I sadly lack. Reviews are loved, loved some much they make little rainbows in my eyes when I read them. I am open to constructive criticism, this is not only my first fan fiction but almost my first story that isn't a paragraph long. Once again if you see any mistakes please tell me. Once I get going I tend to type like crazy and make silly mistakes, mistakes I then have the magical ability to over look even after reading it ten times. XD

Also I am open to suggestions as what should happen, what do you people want to happen. What couples would you like to see, situations. Oh an I couldn't resist have Lucien hit the roof on the final fall. I always felt It rather symbolic that after he was stabbed/shot/zapped Lucien toppled backwards off that podium thing, considering when he first shoots Sparrow he shoots you out a window. So I added him hitting the roof like Sparrow did on his/her first fall. Just me being weird. Haaaaa~

I'll start on the second chapter as soon as possible, reviews will of course fuel me. LOVE AND PEAS PEOPLE – Tempi X