Disclaimer: I don't own Fable or any of the brilliant characters that Lionhead made.


And so our story begins

The rain pattered onto the cobbles around the Queen and her knight. His breathing was laboured and echoed around the square mingling with the sounds of her crying.

His hand stroked her face, brushing tears away with his ruff soldiers' hands.

"I'm sorry, Walter." She choked out, staring at the bright red growing blood stain on his shirt.

"No. Don't apologise. The darkness had been in me for such a long time. Long before this. Now you've freed me and I can finally see the stars."

She felt a hand on her shoulder and realised she was no longer alone with him. Ben Finn her friend and lover, stood with her. Her dog Harvey was resting his face on her knee, standing over them were her generals and good friends. Kalen of Aurora, Page of the Bowerstone resistance, Sabine of the Dwellers and Logan. Her brother Logan, who still brought a cocktail of anger to her stomach.

"Do you remember," Walter brought her attention back to him. "When I told you stories about your mother. Do you remember what you would say after every one?"

She laughed through the tears at the inside joke. "Teach me to be a hero."

"And somehow I did. I am so proud of you. Of all you've accomplished."

"I'd never have made it without you."

"Poppycock." He coughed violently and everyone moved closer in instinct.

"Please don't die Walter!" she begged. "I need you!"

"Ben, come here." Walter waved the lad closer.

"You're a tough sod, Walter. You can pull through this!" Ben Finn enthused as he knelt by the old man's head.

"Do you love Sarah?" Walter asked directly.

"Of course. I'd give my life for her." He ignored the surprised looks from his fellow Generals. The affair was a closely kept secret, nobody bar Walter and Harvey knew before this day.

"You better look after her as such then. Or Swiftie and I'll come back and haunt you." He threatened darkly.

Ben swallowed. Walter was one of the few people who'd ever intimidated him, even on his deathbed.

Sarah's crying increased in volume.

"Please don't leave me." She lamented.

"Don't be sad, Sarah. And don't be guilty. You've freed me from the Crawler's grasp and I will always be grateful."

"I wish there had been another way."

"Sarah, after I'm gone go to your mothers tome. You'll find a broken stone in the coffin, just below her left shoulder. There's a letter and two diaries. Read them."

"But whose are they?" She asked confused at such a cryptic request from a dying man.

He didn't answer and never would.

Even the pounding rain couldn't drown out the Queens wail of absolute despair.


Ben Finn could only remember he had been dreaming about apples, when her surprised shout woke him.

Soon his gun was in hand and despite the fact all he was wearing was a pair of dark blue boxers, he still ran to save his soon to be wife.

Sarah however was not in need of saving. Their sitting room was devoid of people, or anything else that could possibly hurt her. She looked hurt though. Her hand was covering her mouth, her eyes fixed on the letter held in her hand.

"Darling?" he asked hesitantly. She looked towards him, her eyes swimming in tears, and extended her hand. He gently took the letter from her and began to read.

My dear Sarah,

Before you read further, you should know that I love you more than I've ever loved another person and definitely more than I've ever said aloud. I am deeply proud of the person you have become and the triumphs you've had. Fighting beside you has been a pleasure, and I'll miss you deeply when I've finally laid down in Avo's garden.

And now for the truth. Secrets are always hardest to confess after they've lain dormant for many years and this one has weighed heavily on my mind for twenty long years. Your mother, father and I lied to you, Sarah. Malcolm wasn't your father, I was. Your mother and I had a long affair and I loved her very deeply. She also loved me.

Not being able to call you daughter has pained me more than I can describe and I am sorry that you could only find out after our deaths.

Now I can rest easy, now you have the truth.

Until we meet again in Avo's garden. Though not too soon. I want to hear lots of hero's tales about your exploits.

With love from Walter

"Oh Sweet Avo." Ben muttered as he finished the letter.

"He was my father." She said in shock. "Now everything makes sense. Why I never looked like Logan or Malcolm. Why Walter was always such a better father than Malcolm."

She slumped to the floor and Ben pulled her into his chest.

"I miss him so much." The guilt of his departing was thick in her voice. "I can't believe I was never told!" She suddenly flared. "Why the hell didn't they tell me, for Avo's sake?"

"Darling, he'll probably explain in the diary."

She froze at the diary's mention and reached out to two books on the table. The front of one held the seal of the Beck family, designed by Walter himself, a sword with a bent hilt over a normal crest. The other held the Bowerlake seal. She opened her mother's first and Ben decided to leave her to her reading.


Author note: This plot has been kicking around my brain for a long time ever since I finished fable 3 like two years ago and I've finally started getting something down. I'll try and update but I'm starting my A-levels in five days so don't hope too much.