Hello everyone! Thank you for the beginning of the update. I hope the newer version will live up to the previous stories expectations. Nothing major will be changed (intentionally). If I feel the need to add something or take away anything from the story I will be sure to put it at the beginning of that following chapter.

Fable belongs to Lionhead Studios! Only Avril Evans belongs to me. I hope you guys enjoy the story :D I know I will!

The Cliché Romance

Chapter One

Morning arrived in the small town of Mound, Louisiana population...12. Yep, one of the smallest towns in America. And one of the most uninteresting places you will ever visit. But this is the home of Avril Evans. Born April 1st, 1986. Avril grew up in this small town, even though her father is a well known musician, she was still made fun of for her date of birth. It seemed like a curse was upon her every year. She never wanted to leave the house. But today was different.

Avril was in her room getting ready for class. Today she had to turn in her sculpture project for art class. Getting a degree in art was a challenging process but she was making her way there, going to summer classes. She couldn't wait to get it over and done with so she could leave this blasted town. You'd be surprised how many people in college are still very immature and childish. It seemed like the bullying would never stop. The worst part was half these people were much younger than her.

Avril sighed and looked over at her desk glancing at her sculpture for the class. She had made an exact replica of the Shadow Court seal from Fable 2. She smiled feeling a sense of pride in her work. It took her almost 2 months to get it just right, which wasn't bad considering most her artistic talent was mainly on paper and not in sculpting or carving. She lost count of her splinters.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her dad knocking on the door. "Avee?" He called, she smiled and looked at the door. "Hey dad. I'm just getting ready for class. You can come in." The door creaked open and she saw a cupcake with a candle lit. This only reminded her of her possible torture ahead, from her classmates. Having your birth on April Fool's Day is not something to be proud of. Regardless of the fact she kept the smile on for her father who walked in happily. Despite her age, she decided to stay with her dad instead of moving out into her own home. After her mother passed, her father couldn't take care of himself that well. She couldn't just leave him.

"There's my little girl!" He said with glee. Avril smiled and hugged her father as he came in. "Yes, despite being Thirty I'm still your 'baby girl'. What's worse is you know how everyone is going to treat me once I get up to class." She sighed. Her father just smiled and hugged her tight. " Avee, you are very special. You are a beautiful and talented young woman. And I couldn't ask for a better daughter. You have been such a blessing to me ever since your mother died. I can't help but feel a little guilty. Like I'm holding you back from your life. I want you to go out, find love, see the world and life YOUR life." He smiled gently at her, and brushed a few of her dark strands of hair from her face .He handed her the cupcake. She smiled at him and blew out the candle. Her father removed the candle as her eyes rested on the blue frosted cupcake. " Dad, you know I'm always here for you. Staying here was my choice." She said softly. He smiled softly and gently cupped her cheek." I know, sweet heart. You were always a selfless person. Always going out of your way to help others. But its also your downfall. You don't need to sacrifice your own happiness to make others happy." He said as he held her tight. Avril buried her face in her father's shoulder. His Old Spice colonge filling her lungs. That scent always seemed to soothe her when she was growing up. It's funny he still wears it after all these years.. "Now, I better let you get to class. Don't want you to be late." He said as he moved away. Avril nodded and began loading her bag with her supplies and headed out the door.

Avril rushed down the hall and went to the car. She quickly ate the cupcake and wiped her mouth as she started the car. As she backed out she glanced one last time over at her father who was standing out on the porch to watch her leave. He's done that since the day she first started school. From the time she was on her first bus ride to school. And he always had a big smile on his face. She waved at him before taking off down the road in her old trusty 1967 Ford Mustang Convertible. A gift when she turned eighteen. Her father said that it was her mother's car. When she passed away he kept it in the shop and worked on it so he could give it to Avril for her eighteenth birthday, along with her mother's pendant which held her picture. She treasured it, it was all she had of her mother.

Avril sighed as she came to a stop at a red light. She wish she could have known her mother. Fate always gave her a cruel reality check when her birthday came up. But nothing hurt most when she was told that her mother died because she was born. Tears began to swell in her eyes, she wiped them away quickly and drove through the light once it was green. One thing she never understood was why her father never got remarried. She remembers asking him that once ,when she was sixteen. He told her that it was because her mother was still alive in his heart, and even though she was not there physically, he was still madly in love with her. This whole time he did what he loved most and did it for her and her mother.

Avril finally arrived at the school, which was about an hour drive from her home. She got out of the car and grabbed her things, checking her watch to see the time, it was about 9:35 a.m. Her class didn't start until 10:00 a.m but she always enjoyed being a little early. Avril smiled as she locked up her car and walked to the building. She sighed gently as she opened the door and continued onward to her demise. No one in her class liked her that much, and she didn't understand why. Granted, most of them were fresh out of High School and still had their mental immaturity for bullying and acting foolish. How they ever got into college, she'll never know. She stopped and went to the elevator and pressed the button. She usually took the stairs but since it was April Fool's she'd rather stay away from any situation that would give her injuries.

The elevator doors opened and she walked in continuing her thoughts on the subject at hand-Perhaps they had rich families that bought their way into college. This made no sense to her, since you were technically letting your child get away with what ever they want, and learning no life lesson. This brought many questions to her mind. 'What would happen to them if their parents were unable to provide for them?''How would they survive on their own?' Her thoughts were interrupted by the elevator stopping abruptly. She looked at the controls and pressed a few of the buttons when the lights suddenly went off.

Avril sighed."You've got to be kidding..." She rubbed her temples and tried to not get worked up. "Now I'm going to be late for class." She said as she went to press the call button .She stopped when she started hearing creaking sounds making her turn pale. "That...didn't sound good." She said as she began to panic.

Things went dead silent when suddenly the elevator dropped one floor, knocking Avril back. She jumped up and began knocking on the door-screaming. "H-HELP! The elevator dropped another floor. "SOMEONE HELP, PLEASE!" She screamed even louder as the elevator dropped several floors. This frightened her, considering there were only three floors to each building and she had dropped by four now. Suddenly it began dropping faster and faster until there was a large crash and everything went black.

Avril's eyes slowly opened revealing her brilliant green eyes. She sat up carefully and rubbed her head. "What...happened?" Avril looked around and noticed the door was cracked. She crawled and reached over to open it but stopped when she saw her hand. Her eyes shot opened and she screamed loudly. "Wh-WHAA~!" She bust through the elevator doors and looked at her body. Her skin, clothes, everything was not like it was before. It seemed more...toony then realistic. Even her things looked as if they were from some computer generated movie. "What the hell is this?" She flipped her hands over again and again trying to make sense of things.

She looked up at her surroundings to find them exactly the same. There were trees, a stone path, and birds, but none of them looked like it was from her reality. This had to be some sick joke. "Ok, I've officially gone insane..."

"You know what they say! The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem!"Said a voice with an irish accent. Avril looked around but didn't see anything or anyone.

"Wha-?" she continued looking until she finally saw something small in the bushes.

"What are you lookin at, fruitcake?!" Avril was surprised to see what looked like some demonic garden gnome snared in the the bushes.

[Fruitcake?] She thought. "Um, Where am I?" she asked politely, though it hardly made a difference in the gnome's attitude.

"What are you, blind? We're in Albion you dipshit!"Avril stood erect, glaring back at the gnome in anger.

"How rude! What makes you think you can talk to me tha-...Wait. Did you say Albion?" she asked. The gnome looked at her uninterested. "Yes, now piss off!" Avril stopped and turned to her things. How could she be in Albion? Albion was just some fantasy land from a game. "This has to be a dream. Maybe I hit my head. Yeah, that's it!"she laughed nervously and went to grab her bag and start walking off down the road. She looked ahead and noticed that there was a sign with a fork in the road. She rushed up to it and looked at it carefully. "Ok,Well, im not going to get anywhere by just standing around, now am I?" She smiled at herself and continued to look at the sign. She first noticed that to the right was Bowerstone. Maybe she should try going that way. "Bowerstone should be a good place to get some answers." She took off to the right and headed towards Bowerstone. She grew nervous when she realized that she didn't know when she was in Albion. Everything was unfamiliar to her. She should know if it was during the very first game...or maybe the second or third. Either way, this couldn't be a bad experience...Right? "Shit, what did Dad put in that cupcake?"

A/N

Welp, here it is. The new version. I hope its as enjoyable as before. I tried making her story a little more personal. It seemed kind of rushed as well beforehand. Let me know what you guys think! 3