a/n: As you are all aware, Fable II does not belong to me. This fic is unbeta'd so please alert me to any spelling/mechanical errors you see. =]
"Sacrifice…I…I choose sacrifice."
Because wasn't that her job, as the hero? To give up her wants, her dreams, for the greater good?
To give up a chance at a life with her husband, her baby girl, even her sister, so that all those who had lost their families to the Spire could have a second chance?
Her fingers trembled, tears held carefully at bay.
"As you wish…."
She wanted to scream. It's not what I wish! It's what they expect, what EVERYONE expects! I wish for Rose, for Erik, for baby Rowan, for my dog…
I wish I was selfish enough to ask for them.
All this she held in as she bade her good byes, first to Hammer, off to study with the warrior monks, a place where, Sparrow hoped, she could finally find peace, and the balance she sought. Hammer, strong and reliable and Sparrow's first true friend outside the gypsy camp, she would miss her terribly.
Then to Garth, her instructor in all things Will, her confidant, the one she turned to for advice or a level head when her emotions got in the away. He was off to his homeland of Samarkand, and she was sad to see him go, but she knew it was not a promise, but a statement of fact, when he said they would meet again.
Next was Reaver. Reaver…who captivated and repulsed her, who sacrificed her youth and the youth of countless others for his own. Narcissistic, arrogant and the finest damn shot in all of Albion, she would miss him too, if only for the endless amount of banter he had supplied her with.
And when they were gone…Theresa was left. Ever her mentor, guiding her in the ways of the hero, her conscience, showing her the far reaches of even the simplest actions…and her puppet master, pulling strings and shaping events to attain her own goals, cutting the strings now that the spire was hers.
And then. . .She was gone, and the Hero known as Sparrow disappeared from Albion with her.