Branded
Authors note: This is my first Fable related Fanfiction, so please enjoy and maybe leave a review if you can, it would really help! This is the first chapter of hopefully many to come, so sorry if this specific chapter is a little short. Rated M for later chapters, I don't own anything of Fable, I wish I did though.
Chapter One
Long had the sun set over the horizon of Bowerstone lake, leaving the pale moonlight to bathe in the still waters. Although deep into the night, the air still held a little warmth from the previous summer day, coincidenceding perfectly with the calm breeze that whispered through the trees.
The largest and most luxurious mannor of the few that sat round the lake, was uncharacteristicly quiet. Usually, the residence of the buisness tycoon was bustling with the life of his many wild parties and gatherings. But instead, it lay silent.
In one of the Mannors several studies, Reaver lounged across an armchair, feet resting on the side and head slumped against the velvet cushions. In one hand, he held a glass filled with red wine that sloshed against the crystal as he swirled it around and around. In the other, he held his cane which he lightly tapped the end of his boot with. Trademark fur coat and top hat were gone, replaced with a white, long sleeved shirt that ruffled at the sleeves, and a brown, leather vest.
The only light in the study came from a large, ornate firplace set in the wall opposite the tycoon. The glow of the flames lit up reavers face, only showing the expression of boredum. In the silence, reaver sighed. He felt very tense; very agitated. He couldn't sleep. Within his mind, he knew he would have to make that dreaful trip to Wraithmarsh soon, but the problem was who to take.
Usually, he would sacrifice one of his servants. Small minded things would be ever so willing to travel with the exclusive Reaver, alone to the Shadow Court. Of course, they would know little of their fate, untill the seal had been handed over, and the deed done. A swift bullet between the eyes would keep his secret.
But as of late, the number of his servants dwindled. He found it hard to keep his temper when all of his proposals to the newly crowned King were rejected time and time again. Unfortunatley for the Reaver household, his anger would be unleashed on them, in the form of his legendary Dragonstomper.48.
Of course he could always give one of his loyal followers to the court, but with the inscrease in guards around Albion, Reaver was always being watched thanks to the new Hero ruler. Reaver gripped his cane tighter, halting the rythm of the tapping. Oh how bothersome the new King seemed to fair for him. The people seemed to love him though, what with his mighty defeat of the darkness that threatened the peace. Reaver tutted. In order to keep his stature, he would have to play nice with the Monarch. And so he would, to an extent.
Reaver stood, stretching his legs and pushing any thoughts of the King from his mind. In the morning, he would travel to Bowerstone industrial, more specifically to the underground. There were some bad dealings not even the guards could vanquish, and that came in the form of slavery.