DISCLAIMER: THE WORLD THIS STORY TAKES PLACE IN DOES NOT BELONG TO ME NOR DO ANY OF THE CHARECTERS THAT WHERE NOT CREATED FOR THIS SPECIFIC STORY.
A/N: This fiction will be about the journey of the MC of Fable 3. She will be female and that is pretty much all I have planned so far. The story may change depending on whether I feel like it, and most of the dialogue will be very similar if not identical when intended.
And so our story begins...
The age of industry has come to Albion. Though some call it the age of oppression. When freedom is nothing but a dream it's time to make a stand, to lead a rebellion, to be a hero. Welcome to the city of the downtrodden where those who dare to speak out are punished and those who dare to hope find nothing to hope for. True rebels fight against all odds. True rebels never give up. And cannot triumph alone. The uprising has begun. But who will lead the revolution?
The room was pleasantly dark shut in from the light by heavy curtains paid for from the kingdoms treasury. One of the few things she admired about her brother, he had good taste in furnishings. Sadly the girl's relaxed slumber was broken by a rather uptight aid tearing open the curtains and heaving a great sigh.
"What a dreadfully sorry sight." He muttered to himself not knowing that the princess was simply faking the sleep that she wished she had been doing. "What a beautiful day to waste in bed Princess". He directed at her.
"Go away Jasper" She moaned annoyed at the prodding attendant.
"That's hardly a response from a Princess" he retorted un-phased by her rudeness." With you permission I shall wake your companion". Reaching forward and tugging the covers off of a sleepy black and white collie, who jumped up immediately and sat expectantly in front of Jasper.
"Ah" he sighed scratching the playful dogs head. "Such regal bearing. I hope you slept well, you two have a busy day ahead."
Sighing the Princess threw off the covers and stood up. Following Jasper across the room to the clothing choices of the day.
Pulling out a list of the day's activities he began to tell her the chores of the day."Master Elliot is very eager to see you this morning and is waiting for you in the garden." As she listened she began pulling on the less elegant of the two gowns preferring to go with the practical knee dress than the ridiculous full leg. A divider of silk imported from the eastern kingdom served as a block between her form and Jaspers eyes, but unfortunately also muted the sound of his voice. "No doubt you'll want to look your best for your young friend."
She pulled on the last shoe and stepped out from behind the curtain pulling her hair back into a small pony tail. "So how do I look?"
"Splendid!" Jasper remarked observing the white lace shirt and knee length gray skirt "I'm sure Master Elliot, will approve."
"Well I'm off then" She said pleased at the compliment.
"If I may" Jasper stopped her. "I would stay clear of your brother if I were you, he's in a foul mood today."
She nodded, and almost asked when her brother wasn't in a foul mood, but instead pushed out the door into the sunny castle gardens calling "Will do, bye Jasper." behind her.
She walked across the upper wall that was the opening to her room, past the two guards who watched over her. They saluted politely nodding to her as she walked past. She greeted them warmly, one was a veteran while the other barely a boy.
"I hope you aren't getting into trouble you two." She joked.
The older one returned the laugh, but the younger one look shocked, he couldn't believe he was talking to the princess. "Not today my Princess, I'm keeping a close eye on Alex here it's his first day yah know." He said winking.
"Well Alex" She said her voice going serious but the smile still glittering in her eyes. "I'm sure you will make sure no bandit or renegade kidnaps me on you watch will you?"
"Never Princess!" He replied fiercely.
"Good, I feel safer already." She replied, laughing to herself at his youthful innocence. Even though he was not much younger than her. "Good day gentlemen." She nodded walking away.
They both saluted and responded with "My princess."
She walked away and down the three flights of stairs pressed against the palaces walls, into the courtyard the young collie barking at the pigeons that sat on the rail, surprising them into indignant flight. The dogs tongue lolled out of its mouth satisfied that it had repelled an intruder.
At the base of the stairs it opened into a sprawling courtyard garden, here nobles enjoyed themselves in the fresh air that had not yet been corrupted by the industrial district. The only bad thing about the entire place was the life sized statue of her brother dominating the entrance.
As she walked through the garden she was greeted by nobles and soldiers alike. All out to enjoy the early afternoon air. Something was wrong though, the people where tense and she thought she picked up snippets of conversation as she walked past people before they realized she was there.
She overheard a gardener with his back to her gossiping with one of the palace maids. "Put him right up gainst the wall and shot him dead I hear, not even a bloody trial for the poor fellow, pity for his family." The maid gestured with her head and the gardener turned bowing his red face when he realised who it was "Morning Princess." He sputtered.
She nodded back to him, and kept on walking towards the over look behind the Mausoleum. She wondered what had happened to rile the entire palace up this way.
And then there was Elliot, the golden tunic he wore bringing out the blond streaks in his hair, he had a kind face one that invited the fiercest foe to sit down for tea instead of fighting. When the dog saw who it was he sprinted for the kindly noble. "Oh fierce warrior!" Elliot exclaimed. "Are you here to join my army? Good we will face all our enemies together, wont we then."
The Princess laughed "Then Kingdom is safe isn't it?" she mocked
"Oh fair Princess we will protect you from death itself" He offered in a jolly voice as he scratched the dogs ears.
"Oh please I can take care of myself" she said blushing.
"Then why don't you prove it, Oh noble Princess warrior." He said taking her by the hand.
"Maybe I will" She murmured pulling his lips down to meet hers in a kiss. "How's that?" she asked pulling away after a handful of seconds.
"That" He said breathless "I have to say that's quite satisfactory."
Still holding his hand. "Did something happen, the entire Palace is murmuring?"
He let her hand fall his face going serious, "Apparently a factory worker was executed this morning." He said look out over the city, "I don't know if it's true. But if it's bad up here it's worse in the city, if your brother is not careful he will have riots on his hand."
She frowned. "That does not sound like Logan, he wouldn't-"
"He is troubled of late, but that is something for another time." He said interrupting her, "If I may I called the castle staff together and was wondering if you may speak with them. They are... unsettled by Logan's latest apparent actions."
She nodded "Of course."
He held out his hand. "Then my princesses allow me to escort you through this treacherous garden." He said smiling.
"Oh my hero" she said sarcastically, taking his hand.
He smiled at her and began pulling her along towards the Palace. He glanced at her as they walked, "I don't believe your brother would have a worker executed." He said. "But sometimes I think... that maybe there's something wrong with him, I mean he's changed so much and he's so tired all the time." Elliot sighed.
"He just needs a break maybe." The princess suggested not really believing herself. "Maybe to the Misty peaks, he could hunt, he always enjoyed that when he was younger he and father would go catch a buck and we'd have a huge roast with Garth, and Hammer, and all the family friends."
He was quiet for a minute. "I talked to Walter about the speech, and he'll be there to support you, I don't know what this place would be like without him."
Most likely a lot less here, she thought to herself. She couldn't imagine what the city would be like without the steadfast knight.
"He'll probly want to continue your weapons training, he seems to be obsessed with it lately." He said as they walked past the fountain.
"Its fine by me" She remarked. "I could use all of it that I can get."
He laughed "The only person who could even touch you is Walter himself." She blushed. "Well aren't you lucky having a statue of your brother right outside your window" He said as they walked back into the main courtyard. "Must give you nightmares."
She punched him in the arm.
"Ouch" He said as they walked up the steps towards the gate. "I guess I really don't have to fear about you not defending yourself, you hit harder than a brawler." This earned him another shot.
"Oh now you've done it" he said reaching out to grab her. She laughed and dodged out of the way sprinting for the door to the kitchen. He caught her right as she reached the door and grabbed her, kissing her fiercely. Unfortunately the moment was ruined when they caught word of what the staff was talking about inside the kitchen.
"I heard all he did was stand up for one of the kids in the factory" said a guardsman.
"Who knows where it ends?" replied one of the kitchen girls, "It could be us next!"
"Quit your gossiping now! And straighten those clothes." The head chef cut in. "The Princess has arrived." Pulling away from Elliot the young girl stepped into the kitchen. "Welcome your majesty, the staff has convened to hear your words; you may begin at your leisure."
"Hello everyone, I'd like to start off by saying that recently we have all been through some difficult times as of late, and the king has been to... preoccupied to treat you as he should, but I ask you all to ignore any wild rumours you hear. I promise that I will speak to my brother about improving conditions for you, and your families outside the castle. Thank you, you may go back to your work." She finished.
While she had been speaking the door into the palace had opened and a heavily muscled man who wore a guardsmen coat that was unbuttoned and showed a burly scarred chest walked through. "You call that a royal speech?" He asked "You didn't shout. You didn't threaten, and you where far too reasonable!" A huge smile erupted on his rough face, and he laughed. "It was bloody marvellous!"
She smiled "Thank you Walter."
"You truly were brilliant." Elliot said as the staff went back to their labours, cooking that night's meal of crab, and vegetable stew.
"Well then are you ready for today's training?" Walter asked?
"Of course." The princess responded.
"Well then. Take care of her Walter." Elliot said a look of regret plainly showing across his face.
She turned and kissed him lightly before she followed Walters commands to hurry up and stop dilly dallying.
She ran to catch up to Walter as he reached the top of the flight of the stairs that exited into a hall that lead to the dining area. The walls held large candelabra's and suits of armour that hadn't been used since ages past. "I suppose you've heard the rumours then, I'm afraid there quite true. Who knows what your brother will do next. In the mean time the mood in the palace is getting more uneasy every day, I think you have a knack for reaching out to people. They all looked up to you back there, the way they look at a leader."
They passed by two guards who saluted them on their way into the dining room. The room was tastefully decorated like most places in the palace. It had a variety of paintings on the walls but the one the Princess liked most was the painting of the palace as how it had looked fifty years previous, before her father had taken control of the kingdom. She didn't have time to fully appreciate it though Walter was still tugging her towards the practice room.
To get to the practice room they had to pass through the main entrance hall. It was crowded with people who were kept under tight control by the royal guard. "Lot of people to see your brother today." Remarked Walter.
As they walked past the crowd a man began calling out. "Sir Walter! Sir!" Walter stopped to listen to the man. "What a stroke of luck, would you be so kind as to sign my petition? We must fight to eradicate poverty, too many suffer on our streets while the king does nothing, he must be made to care."
A thoughtful look crossed Walters face. "Very well" he said. "But I'm just an old soldier I doubt my name would mean anything." The man who he was speaking to began to look disappointed. "But maybe the Princess here would care to help you out."
The man was shocked. "Oh. I mean. Well. Of course that would be wonderful your majesty it would be the greatest honor."
"Id be happy to sign." the princess said smiling as she took the pen from him and scrawling her elegant signature onto the parchment.
"Thank you Princess. Your support will make all the difference." The man said equally shocked and grateful for her support.
As they walked away Walter glanced at her impressed. "That was a courageous move, I doubt it will make much of a difference, but perhaps Logan will begin to understand you have a mind of your own." He laughed loudly shaking off the serious mood that had been established. "Let's see you put it to use in the combat room!"
A/N: I had to split the first chapter up into two parts because it was getting to long and I don't want the first chapter to be 4000 words long :P.