Disclaimer: I do not own Fable, Fable 2, or any of the characters associated with it. *This story also contains MAJOR spoilers… Just letting you know.*

"After an eternity away from you all.. Jack of Blades is back!" - Jack of Blades

Authors note: After countless hours of playing both Fable and Fable 2, I had deemed myself worthy of creating a fan driven fictitious story.. This story, of course, would take place after Lucien's downfall - in order to give myself some room to expand on the already amazing storyline. Also note, I shall be using the boy from Fable and the girl from Fable 2. As for the plot choices those characters made during their timelines, and also taking into account all the information I've gathered throughout the games, (yes, including the books and opinions from the people of Albion), I have concluded that the Hero of Oakvale (let's call him Ranger for this story) made the "Good" choices throughout his role in the Fable timeline. He chose not to sacrifice Theresa to gain the Sword of Aeons. He chose not to kill the 3 heroes, Thunder, Briar Rose and The Guildmaster, Weaver. He then of course chose to destroy Jacks mask in the fiery pits of Archons Folly.

As for Fable 2, the Hero of Bowerstone; I believe she was all around "Good and pure." She gave the warrants to Derek during her childhood, thereby making Bowerstone Old Town flourish. She invested in Barnums "Westcliff Development" scheme, thereby making the Westcliff camp prosper. During her time at the Spire, she constantly disobeyed the Commandants orders. During the Shadow Court quest, she KEPT her youth, that's right, KEPT. Why? It wouldn't make sense, as the third Fable coming up; the main character is your son/daughter. (That's what I believe, I can't say for sure because there are no facts surrounding the Fable 2 storyline and what the true plot decisions are as of yet). As for the ending choice, what made the most sense was, The Needs of Few. That's right, Rose, your sister, is resurrected as is your dog. My reason? The letter from Rose at the end was just too big to be anything but the true choice. (I have not read the canon, so don't get all butt-hurt if this isn't exactly how it's supposed to go.) – This is the longest Authors note. The others one be as long, I promise!-


Prolouge

How it begins...

Ranger stood at the center of the battlefield, his surroundings bore the markings of a massive battle. Craters and fire-scorched boulders are what made up most of the area. He took a long look around, being sure that his lifelong enemy was at last destroyed. He looked down at his feet again and as the massive dragon lay in front of him, he took out the Soul Mask, and used it to contain Jacks soul, right in front of his blue eyes. The Hero turned around and looked at the Bronze gate; he thought that, that gate could've been the doorway to his end. He shifted his gaze towards the Mask. The Mask that connected everything together; the soul of Nostro, Scarlet Robe-his mother, and Jacks only means to stay in this world. He held it out, staring intently, thinking it was finally over.. However it was only beginning... Jack of Blades' Mask, covered in battle scars, stitched together, with a creepy yet colorful appearance, surrounding the eyes was red and purple flame-like designs. The forehead of the mask was black, with white lines running through it. Near the chin was the same design as the ones surrounding the eyes, the mouth and nose area was white.

Staring, he could hear a voice inside his head, "The battle is not over yet! You must destroy the mask, whatever you do you must not wear it!"

It was Scythe. He was speaking to Ranger telepathically through his guild seal. Suddenly, he felt a cold chill run through him, "Wear me.. Wear me! And gods will envy your power.."

Jack of Blades… Could he be what sets Ranger free? Finally giving him the power he needs to make sure he lives in peace? The Hero thought hard on this decision.. Can he really just throw away all that power?

"Can you hear me? It is vital that you cast the mask away!" Scythe started to sound worried and frustrated. He thought, "Why is he hesitating?"

"Wear me... And the world will bow at your feet!" Jack of Blades was desperate; he knew this would mark the end for him.

"Listen to me! Destroy the mask! NOW!" Scythe was furious, "The Hero cannot falter!"

"Wear me… and you shall be immortal…" Jack was beginning to sound more confident.

"DESTROY IT!" Scythe shouted in anger and desperation, "No it cannot end like this!"

Ranger held the mask up to his face and at the last moment, when all hope was lost, his mother appeared in his mind, smiling. He clutched the mask tightly and with all the strength he could muster, threw the mask into the fiery pits of Archons Folly. All at once, a weight seemed to be lifted off of his shoulders, a kind of evil, that always seemed to be deep within him, vanished. It was finally over. Looking around one last time at the battlefield, he turned and walked silently out through the Bronze Gate. "Thank you… Mom..."


Ending note: Obviously this isn't all that there is, there will be more. I just wanted to upload the beggining so you could all "grasp" my writing style. Anyway, any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Ill be uploading chapter 2 later on tonight!