Plot: Sparrow makes a slightly different choice at the Spire. She'd rather go to Samarkand, with Garth and Reaver, a place where she's unknown, and free from her heroic obligations. This happy life in paradise doesn't last long before she gets bored, and her boredom leads her down an unexplored path.
Paing: Female SparrowXReaver
Rating: Teen. Possibly Mature later.
Genre: Romance; Possible Angst
(A/N) I don't usually write FemaleXMale. I usually write slash, so this kind of stuff is new to me, but I usually am a great writer, so no worries. Also, I imagine Sparrow being 25-28. She appeared to be a mere teen as her journey began, and within a few months, she was in the Spire. Ten years past, and again she encountered everything quickly, becoming infamous is just days. So I don't imagine her being old like she appeared to be closer to the end of the game. She looked in her forties in the game.
Also, being as old as she was, she never married, and hardly encountered romance. (So the 'Til Death Do Us Part' wasn't completed by her.) She's a neutral character, leaning towards the good side. I normally play the game as a bisexual gay manwhore with spouse abuse tendencies. This will be mega short because of time restrictions.
First Chapter is my view of the choice being made, and my own little twist to it. Dialog isn't 100% accurate because I do have a life, and don't have time to memorize that part in the game, but I do get the gist of what was said.
The Choice
"The choice is your own…" The raspy female voice of her mentor of 20 years echoed around her ears. Three cards floated in front of her, each listing a choice, only one of which she could choose. Each one involved a painful sacrifice that no human should be made to make. If she revived her family, would they even recognize her anymore? Her mum and dad had died when she was just a small babe, and she had long sense gotten used to the idea of her sister's death. Her dog was all that was left, and even he would be a worthless reason to waste this wish, but he was near death anyway. Twenty was far past the expiration date for a normal dog, even a hero's dog couldn't bear much more. The other choice, to revive all of those who'd died in the building of the Spire. Most of the men who died were heartless brutes and the homeless anyway; the undesirables of society. The public would give thanks for the regained sons and husbands though, but she was done with the judgments of others. Besides, all the thanks they would give her were likely to be a kind word on occasion, a selfish thought. She believed in destiny anyway, they would have died sooner or later, and who was she to go against what the higher powers had already set out for those people. The only choice left was wealth. A selfish one to say the least, but it's the only thing left that didn't involve a reincarnation that would end in a miserable disaster. Sparrow reluctantly plucked the card out of the air, her reward for all her hardship.
The white faded away, and Theresa stood in front of her; her allies around her. "The world will bear the consequence of you decision." She said in a cool manner, her blind eyes glaring down at her without judgment. The eyes of her friends held a different story. Reaver was clearly envious of her, his face twisted in a devious smirk, loving how complicated his newest ally appeared to be. Hammer on the other hand looked devastated, even angered by her choice. It was an expected reaction to a former monk. She straightened up, her muscles tensed up in an intimidating manner. "How could you do something like this? Have you no shame? All those people that have died, what about them! All for what; a few pennies? " She growled, "What about your family? I thought you loved them. You've lost your only chance to ever bring them back." Her face twisted into one filled with agony, she was thinking about her father.
"I would have made the same choice, good for you." Reaver piped in with a cheery voice that only made Hammer's wrath intensify. "Reaver agrees with you! Is that what you want? Does that make you happy?" Hammer hissed out. "Right, right...Anyway…What do we get from all of this?" Reaver interrupted before Hammer could a long monologue about Sparrow's corrupt choice.
"I can't give you anything, but I can teleport you anywhere you'd like." The gypsy woman said with her usual nonchalant attitude.
"I would like to go back to Samarkand, I remember it from when I was young, and I'd love to go back." Garth said, finally giving his opinion.
"Sounds nice, an uninhabited land…full of uninhabited people I presume." Reaver said; his usual devious smirk plastered across his smug face.
"It's nothing like that. You can come, just stay out of my way." Garth said coldly, glaring cruelly at Reaver. It was now obvious that he couldn't stand the man. It was probably the only thing that both he and Hammer had in common.
"Don't worry, my plans won't interfere with anything you're doing," Reaver assured him.
"Aye, and I want to go up north with those warrior monks, and study under them. I'm tired of all the fighting. I'm tired of causing the fighting too. " She turned to Sparrow, her face lighting up, "I know why those Hallowmen appeared that day. You brought them in. Two monks would have found nothing, but a Warrior always finds battle. I'm glad I met you that day. You're about the best friend anyone could have." Hammer smiled.
"I want to go to Samarkand too. I don't have anything left here," said Sparrow. Her monologue was much shorter than all the others', but it was merely because she was hiding her heavy heart.
"Very well. " Theresa's voice rang out. "The world is yours, but the Spire is mine. Now… Begone." The last word she said echoed as a bright light encased the heroes, and the ground shook beneath their feet. Within a few moments, the light dissolved around them, and a new scene was revealed. Garth, Reaver, and Sparrow stood in a small circle near each other on a small beach. The sky was grey; the clouds drooping with the heavy weight of the water the held in their bellies. The sand was wet under their feet, suggesting that it had already rained once today. Just beyond the sand stood several Old Kingdom buildings, mixed with more modern ones; all of which appeared to be homes. Villagers had done a good job keeping the older structures up. A few stores stood nearer to the end of the village. In the distance other Arcane structures stood, but these appeared to be shrines of some sort. It was now obvious why Garth loved it here so much.
Reaver grimaced; this was clearly not what he'd imagined. He was hoping it was some paradise island. Sparrow on the other hand still had hope that it would be a paradise once the sun came out, and the citizens emerged from their cozy homes. She was looking around, wondering how she'd acquire her wealth, and begin her living her. The homes she saw looked expensive. She already had some money from her 5-star bartending jobs, and selling items she'd collected on her journey, but she doubted it would pay for one of these houses, plus living expenses. The emblem on her necklace grew warm suddenly, and a voice pierced out. "I place your reward on the end of the dock; I would have put it in the Chamber of Faith for you if you had stayed. I suggest you hurry before some passer-by claims it. " The emblem grew cold again. The voice was Theresa's. They all had heard the voice, and instinct forced their eyes to seek out this dock, and the treasure on it. It wasn't far from where they stood, so they made the short journey to the dock together. The dock only went about ten feet into the ocean water, and it was bare. No one stood near it, Theresa, like Reaver, seemed to misinterpret the amount of activity here; it was obvious no one had even passed by the dock in the past few hours. They walked across the creaky boards to the treasure with dull looks on their faces. Sparrow was the one to open the chest.
"Want to split it? I don't need it all." She offered her companions. They all agreed to split it, and sat around the chest as they counted out the gold pieces, or at least estimated the amounts they had. Reaver eagerly took his share, and tied it into a satchel that was hidden behind his cape. (All adventures have to carry one after all) Garth was less enthusiastic about his wealth, and even let Sparrow keep most of it. He only needed enough for a small house. All he needed was a bed and a study to survive. After dividing, they all went to the town, looking for "For Sale" Signs on the buildings.
(A/N) There's less detail nearer the end because 1) these aren't important details and 2) because I need some sleep, and I want to finish this story tonight. It's short because I started this a little over an hour ago, and I'm determined to get this story started. It's only 2 1/2 pages on MS Word, including the A/N's. So, so sorry for this. The entire story hasn't been plotted out, but most of it is. Any suggestions, you may message me. I promise these chapters will get better. Next chapter, Settling In. Sparrow and the find and settle into their new homes.
P.S. I like to make the romance realistic unlike most other people on FF who jump right into not only the kissing and smut, but love. And I also have to make our virgin Sparrow semi-comfortable with the progression… But she will end up with Reaver, so I'm not sure how comfortable she'll be allowed to be. I'll describe her appearance in the nest chapter, again, I was stripped of appropriate time on this chapter. I promise that she isn't Mary-Sue because for one, she's not an OC, and two, I'm a more seasoned writer and reader than most of the 12 year old OC writers featured on this site.