A/N: I was being random.... i wrote this together with my Fallout 3 fic, since i finished playing both around the same time. I feel like i'm mixing the two games..... well, i may be, but i pride myself in being able to split apart games through their timelines. Or whatever that means.

The beginning part is a complete mess, i want to re-do it, but can't find time, energy, or enough ideas to do so. So deal with these pages of crap.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fable 1 and 2, they belong to Lionhead Studios. I like the British even more now.

Fable 2

Never Stand Alone
The Choice

Fading into History

How many times have i seen these things? How many times must i go through those nightmares? I could no longer stand it. The sword was already feeling heavy in my hand, my grip was not as strong as it was. Where was my conviction? Where did all of my will go? My gun felt rusty, with each pull of its trigger i could hear it creak. I am tired. Tired of all these things. People's faces, when they gather around me like moths to a flame. Their voices seemed drowned, unable to hear what their praises were. But those praises felt empty to me.

As i sat at the table at the tavern in Oakfield, the drink in my goblet seem to reflect a broken warrior. Maybe that is what i am now. Simply someone who still trudges on with no goal in sight. Why do i still go on? Hunting bandits, freeing slaves, clearing roads of danger... why do i still do these? I have nothing left. My family, my dog, everything was gone. Taken from me. All by one man. My mission, no... my life only existed to end his. And now? Now what? After he had long gone, what should i do? I had tried to move on, really i did.

But no matter how times i stand up right, i would find myself staring back at the ground. It seemed all so surreal. Nothing was right anymore. And soon, even people began to forget what i did for them. I simply became no one. Walking through the busy market place of Bowerstone with no one paying me any mind. It was quiet. All too quiet. And also all alone. Could i find a new companion? Who could replace the ones i've lost? No. My loved ones were special. They always were. No one could replace them.

I stood in the study of Fairfax Castle, staring at the stone formation on the floor, and the window behind it. This was where it all began. No, it should have been that night when my older sister Rose and i bought that stupid music box. We should have never listened to Theresa. That blind witch.... no, i shouldn't speak ill of her. Theresa helped me greatly after that. Maybe it was for her own desire for the spire, i do not know, but i knew she actually cared for my well-being. She had confessed once to me that she had hoped Rose would be alive as well, to better the chance of Lucien's down-fall.

And when she took the spire, i had sensed a slight hint of regret and sadness in her harsh tone. Whatever she wanted to do in the Spire was up to her, and none of my own business. But what did i do? I chose to give the people back their loved ones, because i knew the pain of losing those close to me. I knew the grief, the pain. Their smiles, their laughter, their tears. I miss them all. And it was because i missed them, that i knew how the people of Albion felt. It wasn't that i was being selfless or anything. But before i journeyed into the Spire, i saw the faces of the families of those who had been taken away into the Spire.

Their pain, their anguish. I felt their pain as my own and i could stand it no longer. But... where did that leave me? I knew that people would soon forget everything i had done for them, i knew that fame never lasts. But it wasn't fame that i wanted, it wasn't the constant clamouring of fans, or cheers and cries of the people whenever i walk by. No. At first, i was satisfied when i saw all of their smiling faces, all of their grateful expressions to see them reunited with their loved ones.... but then whenever i look at them, i see my old self.

I could see myself, standing with my family. Rose would pick my child up and state how much he looks like me. I would look at my spouse lovingly and comment maybe another child wouldn't be so bad. But... that was simply a dream. Where do i stand? Alone, surrounded by happy, whole families. And soon i begin to notice, the space that stood between me and the people of Albion was growing ever so slightly. No matter where i went, i was alone. With no one to stand by my side, it was a all so silent. No more.... i don't want this.... this... this isn't what i wanted.

'Then sleep'

Maybe... maybe i should. To enter a slumber in which i would dream of a better place.

'Sleep now, Sparrow.'

Yes... i should rest. It's been awhile since i had a decent rest...

'Sleep... you have earned the rest. But your journey is not yet over. the tides of darkness shall return. When Albion is in need of your sword, you shall awake. But i am not selfish, in return for your services, i shall grant you a few wishes. This, i have seen to. For it is my will, and my will shall be done.'