Ten years have passed, the light of peace shines over Albion once again. Lucien had been slain by the Hero of Bowerstone, who's neverending fame spread wildly across Albion even more so. Since then the Hero had been crowned King of Albion, a title never given to anyone for thousands of years. The hero lived in Fairfax castle, although he hadn't been seen there very much.. as the place brought memories that he would prefer not to recall. In the distant village of westcliff, the hero had striken down the new troll given to the Crucible, a reutine Sparrow had grown fond of. The story was far from over, for in the much too distant lands of the Northern Wastes, long forgotten by Albion as a fabled legend, an ancient power slept within the Bronze Gate.. waiting.. hungering.

Writer's Comments I always loved the story in Fable, and my characters in both Fable 1 the Lost Chapters and Fable 2. I always wondered how it would have played out if they met, the tragic hero lost to Jack of Blades.. weilding the Sword of Aeons.. and the Malevolant King of Albion, both who mastered the three Hero Diciplines.. both who are among the strongest beings Albion has ever known. I decided to take my story beyond the game, and into fanfiction! Hope you enjoy. :)