~ Chapter 1 ~
Bloodstone 1830 -
Seventy years had passed since the birth of the Industrial Revolution and within those seventy years Albion had changed. Gone were the days of when people cried
out for aHero and the stories of Queen Sparrow defeating Lord Lucien and Prince Alexander defeating his tyrant brother King Logan and the Darkness had become
nothing more thana myth. The people of Albion had most definitely changed, no longer believing in the fairytales of Heroes and it made him sick.
Reaver sat in his office drinking a glass of vintage red wine and thinking about how much Albion had changed. True he had travelled the world living in different
locations inthe seventy years but he had never thought that he the Hero of Skill would become nothing more than a myth. Leaning back in his chair Reaver let out a
frustrated moan anddrank the rest of his wine. As he poured another helping of the sweet red liquid into his crystal chalice a bright light engulfed the room and
Theresa the blind Seer stoodbefore him.
Remembering the last conversation they'd had when Sparrow had died leaving him alone once again Reaver rolled his eyes and asked "what do you want?".
Theresa smiled and looking at the half empty bottle of red wine she replied "you know why I'm here Reaver Hero of Skill or are you choosing not to remember you're
destiny".
Reaver scoffed and finishing the glass of red wine he said "oh I remember and since then Albion has changed and new inventions like the battery and the Reaver
Steam Powered Engine Trains have replaced the days of Adventures on horseback but Heroes like myself and Sparrow are now nothing more than a myth. My destiny
died when Sparrow died so get out".
Theresa frowned slightly and realized that the great Hero of Skill still held sorrow for losing Sparrow all those decades ago. Looking directly at him Theresa said "from
what I can see is that you're house in Milfields has been restored which means you must be returning there shortly. Don't shy away from your destiny Reaver, do it for
Sparrow".
Reaver looked at the Seer and standing up he said "yes I am returning to Milfields but this destiny has nothing to do with Sparrow so don't you ever mention her name
again".
"The Hero of Skill will be needed again soon as a great evil, far more terrifying than the Crawler and the Shadow Court is coming to Albion and you and this new Hero
will be needed to defeat it" said Theresa as she disappeared in a ball of light.
Looking around the empty room Reaver grimaced at the thought of what his destiny was, to train another Hero to defeat another threat to Albion. Hearing a knock on
his office door Reaver upholstered his Dragonstomper 47 and said "come in". The door opened and in walked his maid Lucy who he had hired a year ago. Lucy was a
stunning creature with ivory skin, long brown hair that reached her waist and stunning blue eyes that reminded the Pirate King of the sky on a summer's day.
Holstering his gun he asked "what is it Lucy?".
Having worked for Reaver for the past year, Lucy knew when her boss was in a bad mood and today was definitely a bad mood day where her boss would sit in his
office and drink until he passed out. Taking a deep breath Lucy said "Master Reaver I have been informed by your crew that your ship will be ready to sail for
Bowerstone tomorrow morning and a carriage will take you from there to Milfields".
Reaver nodded his head and asked "have all my belongings arrived in Milfields Lucy?". Seeing Lucy nod her head Reaver smiled and said "good, pack your bags Lucy,
you're coming with me".
"Of course Master Reaver, dinner will be ready in an hour" said Lucy as she left the office and walked to her bedroom to pack the small amount of belongings she
owned.
Pouring another glass of wine Reaver looked out the window at his precious Bloodstone and smiled. Maybe returning to Milfields wasn't a bad idea after all as it always
did hold fond memories of a past now gone but never forgotten.
A / N - Thanks for reading and please review.