Legacy

By Shikasta

Spoilers: Anything's fair game in my view although this is an AU

Disclaimer: The characters of Dark Angel are owned by Twentieth Century Fox Television and Cameron Eglee productions. In laymen's terms: Don't own them but by god I wish I did.

This story is the third part in the Fable universe and follows on from Alec's War.

Prologue

Is this what I want to be remembered for?

No.

Is this what I will be remembered for?

Yes.

This is my legacy, a legacy that remains incomprehensible to me.

I sit, Gabriel by my side, curious as to how this fly by night antihero ended up on my side of the table. We stare down the ordinaries sitting opposite who reciprocate perhaps more ferociously. This has become the focus of my days, arguing for the sake of arguing, creating misdirection, stalling and hiding my fear behind a well adjusted mask.

The words on the page that I'm reading meld into one, yet another revision for me to reject. It's a very slow boring dance gaining freedom and ensuring peace for my kind. Freedom has a price and peace is not everlasting, and the price this time may be too high for even myself to consider.

Signing would be so simple, agreeing to their terms, accepting that this is how it will be. Signing would give me the freedom to return to my family, to forget the hardship that befell me. Every night , as I rest my weary head I grasp at perseverance to continue the game, my weakness and fear slowly getting the best of me. This was not meant to be my fight and now the responsibility is suffocating me.

So my answer is to turn another page, read another clause, argue for the sake of arguing and silently pray for it to end mercifully.

The future and survival of my kind depends on me, and my decisions, Gabriel has his own agenda, he wears his mask well but I recognise the glint in his eye. Therefore it is my responsibility to remain true to the cause and ensure the effect serves my people well.

I highlight a section pertaining to transgenic movements outside their home state. Another point to argue, another step backwards, intentional on both sides. I am still uncertain who fears sealing this peace and treaty the most. The ordinaries fear the unknown and we transgenics fear the known.

I stare out the window the drone of the ordinary a distant annoyance, his reasoning for suggesting transgenics wear locator bracelets when on American soil a mute point. I watch the sway of the solitary tree battling for survival in the concrete jungle and wonder if my children will grow up knowing a freedom I missed out on.

I shake my head and the ordinary grumbles but easily accepts defeat, rather to easily which makes me uncomfortable. We are on the home stretch and sooner rather than later this wad of paper lying haphazardly in front of me will outline the basis of our freedom and our peace, it will become the foundation of my children's lives.

If I must have a legacy then this one will do.

TBC

A/N A review gives life to my muse and ensures the story goes on.