I don't own the Fable series. That's Lionsgate's Job. This story starts off slow, but kicks off soon enough. I have the first few chapters of this typed up, so there will be pretty quick updating until about chapter six; then it all slows down. I only own my three main OCs and any others that I choose to think up in this incredibly crazy mind of mine. Nonetheless, please enjoy and remember kids, stay in school! :)
Summary:
A bunch of people don't believe me when I say I saved an entire kingdom from total destruction. They think the "I-Saved-Albion" t-shirt I so vibrantly sport isn't authentic—that I purchased it from Hot Topic or something. Of course, believe me when I say in all honesty that I achieved it from a special treasure chest opened once I saved the amazing kingdom that I am now Queen of. Yes, that's right, I'm a Queen. Well, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit. You see, I fell in love with the man who is now King of Albion, but we were never married. And since we're on the subject of who I fell in love with, I also fell in love with someone whom I probably shouldn't have; someone who is the reason for my receiving this lousy t-shirt to begin with; someone whose name I should probably tell you, but I won't since it will ruin the suspense. You'll just have to find out on your own. Because of this person, I was given the choice to either stay in Albion forever or leave with a t-shirt. And wouldn't you know it—he picked the shirt!
I Saved Albion
…and all I got was this lousy T-Shirt
Chapter One: Haunted House
As I stepped into the dark, smoldering haunted house at the top of a hill that rested in my hometown, I came to a full realization that no matter what I did, I would always be trapped here, in this town. There wasn't much of anything here anymore. What little stores we had were replaced by a big, white mall that housed an assortment of stores—Dairy Queen, Hot Topic, Orange Julius, Barnes & Noble, and so on. Everyone shopped there now, and the little local store where I worked no longer meant anything to anyone (except the little 100-year-old ladies that shopped there since they were toddlers). The little town of Carmichael, which was known for its "redneck" ways, was slowly becoming revolutionized with the rest of the world. And no matter how much I tried to reject it, it was happening. No matter how badly I wanted to stop it, it was out of my hands now.
This was why I was here at Carmichael's so-called "Haunted House". It was the only piece of land that had any significance to what Carmichael used to be. It was the only thing untouched by the cold, sinister hands of time. The roof was slowly deteriorating, and the floor had holes in some places as well. Dust danced around in the rays of the sun that shone in from the broken windows. Mice scurried across the floor nimbly, dancing a dance that I didn't know.
I stepped further into the house, and the floorboards creaked under my weight. I stepped back, afraid they would give. Slowly, I carefully stepped forward once more. Once I found that the floor was secure, I started off up the ballroom stairs that were waiting sinisterly in front of me. I ran my hand across the dusty railing as I walked up the creaking stairs, and I stopped at the top of them, finding that they led to a large door. I gripped the handle that had chipped gold paint and turned it. It creaked from decades of misuse, and the door reluctantly slid open. It led into a beautiful ballroom, and I stepped inside slowly, my eyes wide in awe. The ballroom had been untouched by dust or rats, and it looked like how it had when the building was first built. My Converse squeaked against the waxed floor as I walked around, and I stopped in the middle of the ballroom to do a pirouette.
"My eyes must be playing tricks on me," I whispered as I beamed, staring up at the chandelier that seemed a hundred feet away. Suddenly, it started creaking back and forth. The beautiful ballroom I was in slowly faded to an aged, dusty version of itself. My wide eyes slowly narrowed, and I closed them sadly, dropping to my knees into the dust and filth below. "I knew it was too good to be true."
The floor creaked, and then I felt it give way from under me.
I fell into a void of darkness. Everything was black. I couldn't even feel myself falling, but I knew that I was.
Maybe that's why people said not to go into the Haunted House.