This is a fable fanfiction. All rights go to Lionhead.

Story takes shortly after Reaver's "selfish wish".

Enjoy.

I glared out at my window, as usual. Everything felt so empty to me, even though I lived in probably the busiest town, Bowerstone. I watched the happy villagers go to work every morning, and go home every evening. My life was not so simple.

When I was nine, my brother and I moved in with my aunt in Bowerstone, we originally lived with our parents in Oakvale, but things were getting tough financially for my parents. So, we moved in with my aunt, until my parent's could "provide better for us". Too bad that was the last thing we'd hear from mom and dad.

When I was ten, I found out that some asshole named "Reaver" or something, made a wish. A wish for immortality, too bad the idiot didn't realize that he'd be selling the soul of every one in the town at the moment of the wish.

It's been seven years since then and I was more than eager to get my revenge on Reaver for killing my parents. That bastard is going to die.

"Day-dreaming, Adalyn? You're never going to find Reaver. It's hard, but you have to move on." My brother sighed, standing behind me.

I abuptly turned around. I glared at him, grinding my teeth. Why is it so damn easy for him to get over it?!

"No, Eston, I can't move on!" I hissed, anger seething from every orfice of my being.

I promise the story will get better. :3

Suggestions of how to improve the story would be amazing, this is my first fanfiction. So I need all the help I can get. ___