Of Heroes, Villains, and the In-Betweens

Author's Note: Hello, folks. After a long hiatus of writing, well, anything, I'm back with a new concept, idea, and story. To wit, I'm still

trying to figure out what to do with my Cowboy Bebop story, but that will get fixed soon. So I begin with a new story based around a

game that had so much promise: Fable. Please read, and as they say in China, Enjoy it!

Prologue: The beginning

In the beginning, there was… something. It is beyond the scope of the writer to delve into the mysteries of the unknown time before one

knew what time was. But it remains true that everything has a beginning. Where it begins is impossible to determine, as all sorts of

nonsense make up the whole of existence. However, all stories have a definite beginning, to make things easier for the readers to

understand and not have their heads blow up. This story begins in a land not so different from our own, except for the fact that it is

different. There are still the tales of brave knights and sultry damsels facing peril at the hands of demons, dragons, and tax collectors,

except in this world, they happen to be true (the tax collectors, however, are a true trial in all worlds, and therefore should be avoided if

one can). The land is known by many names; Big Land Mass, The Main Land, The Thing I'm Standing On, and lastly, Albion. The

writer will stick with that name. This story begins on a small patch of land in Albion. And on that small patch of land is a large building.

The building is very important. That's why it's being mentioned. For it is here, at the Guild of Heroes, that one can grab hold of his (or

her) destiny, throttle it a bit, and generally make up their own damn minds on the subject of fate. Here, our story begins in a safe place

the reader will expect, so as not to shake convention to much. We begin with our hero. Cringing.


This will be the general tone of the tale, a little bit of Terry Pratchett thrown in for good measure, but more of me. I used the word "begin" son many times intentionally. Also, I don't own any of this. Except what I make up.