A/N: as a side note: this is Twilight Princess with heavy elements of Fable: TLC and Fable 2 mixed in. You'll probably see up to four versions of each chapter coinciding with the four defined paths in Fable 2 (Saint, Decadent, Ghoul, and Fanatic) with the exception of the prologue which there will only be one of. Like I said, there are elements of both Fable games mixed in, mainly just abilities and the character growth of the story. There are no fable characters to be mentioned in the game with the exception of things pertaining to the Old Kingdom (and even that may be subtle at best).

If you're wondering why I picked TP over the other games, it's mostly because these characters have the most development that's only really rivaled by MM. Besides, TP has a much bigger map. Of course the TP timeline will be different from the game both to make it interesting and because Fable is all about changing the timeline.

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Rusl hissed as a rock pelted him in the ribs. The little pest that they had been chasing for upwards of an hour was grinding away at the last shreds of his patients. The young youth Fado and Haunch, one of the more senior members of the village, had been following a troubling 'animal' that had been bothering their crops recently. Only to find out that it wasn't an animal in the traditional sense of the word, even if it was as wild as can be. Before them crouched a small, panting boy with a pumpkin under one arm and a slab of some kind of meat over the other shoulder.

Rusl scratched his head. The boy couldn't have been more than six years old, yet the wild tenacity and passion of a survivor filled his piercing blue eyes. His sharp gaze told the villagers that the child wasn't going down without a struggle. The three attempted to circle around the child, but the ruse didn't seem to go unnoticed. The youth chucked another well aimed rock and managed to break Haunch's nose. The old man cradled his profusely bleeding nose as the child used this distraction to make a break for it.

Fado dove and tackled the lad and received a vicious bite to his shoulder for his effort. After wriggling his way away like an eel, he attempted to duck behind a fallen tree before being hoisted back by Rusl who had managed to get a fist full of his unkempt hair. Fado had already recovered and helped bind the boy with a bit of rope that the trio had brought with them. Poor Haunch, weary with his age setting in, was still trying to stop his nose from bleeding.

The boy snapped his teeth at his capturers. Rusl growled in irritation before grabbing his jaw and forcing the boy to look him in the eye. "You better be worth it, kid," he said with no small amount of venom in his voice.

It was now time to see if the child could be rehabilitated into their little 'society.'

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2 years later

"Link," a voice called out. The boy ignored it; he was too preoccupied with staring down the Ordon Catfish swimming in the river. "Link!" the voice tried again. The boy raised his hand, ready to dive in and snatch one of the fish. "LINK!" a girlish scream filled the air as young Ilia stomped her way through the neighborhood calling for the young boy her own age.

Fado stood behind the focused lad and placed a his boot on his rump, giving him a firm push into the river. Link coughed and sputtered as the water tried to flow into his mouth, which opened in his surprise.

Fado looked down at the younger boy and sighed. "Hey Link, Ilia woke me from my beauty sleep with that hollerin' o' 'er's. Go see what's wrong with her."

Link cast his blue eyes towards the sky and noted with disdain that the sun was almost to the peak of the sky. What was that lazy cretin doing asleep at this time of the day? The boy cast a scowl at the adolescent in front of him and grumbled to himself before splashing him as much as he could. Fado let out a string of profanities as young Link swam to the other side of the river. He climbed out of the river looking like a drowned rat only to see the cause of his current torment in front of him.

The little blond gazed at him with a furrowed brow. "Where have you been?" she asked as she clutched her teddy bear. Link gave a nervous wave but said nothing.

"Now now, Ilia, it's Link's choice whether or not he plays with you," Link looked up to see Rusl speaking.

"But, but-" Ilia was lost for words. She had been so ecstatic when she first laid eyes on young Link when he first came into the village hog tied two years ago, the first and only child her own age. Ordon was a painfully small community of just over fifty people, and all the youths were either entering adulthood like Fado or not much more than babes in arms. Sadly for her, Link was a free spirit. He had spent who-knows-how much time alone and was still adjusting to the small social network they had.

Language had been lost on him until Rusl started teaching it to him. Rusl, one of the few literate people in the small village, was trying to teach him the written word also. Literacy was rare enough these days, but no child he was responsible for would grow up illiterate if he could help it. Despite all of his rearing, Link seemed to see him as more of an older sibling than a father figure, much to his wife's, chagrin. It seemed almost as if he was too mentally old for parents after whatever he had been through on his own.

Link slinked off, not bothering to listen to the rest of Rusl's lecture to Ilia. Link did play with her sometimes with games that only she really understood. She was controlling, always attempting to be the dominate one, the one in charge. He hated it when she tugged on his long, pointy ears whenever she wanted him to follow her. They were sensitive, damn it!

Finally finding solitude near Faron road which passed by the spring and went into the woods, Link stood and stretched his muscles attempting to let the sun dry out his clothes.

Link.

Not again. Link looked up to see who was calling him, so that he could effectively avoid them. He was told he didn't have to work today and could take time off.

Link! Now is not the time for games.

Link shot up and glanced around wildly. For an unknown reason, his adrenaline surged at the tone of this 'voice' and the fight or flight that he had been so accustomed to in the wilderness bubbled forth from wherever civilized life had locked it away.

Come. Your blood calls for you.

The authoritative tone in the voice was less menacing, but a sweet sensation traveled through Link's mind as the voice drifted through. The pleasure turned euphoric as he chased towards it. Dashing into the woods, he came upon a small caravan. He could feel a hum coming from it. He opened the door to it, not bothering to remember that it belonged to someone and say something that reminded him of the sundry shop in Ordon. On one of the lower shelves, he came upon a hollow circle with decorative embroidery that had been rusted and worn away with the ages, rendering it's design illegible.

Take me. The voice seemed to be originating from the object.

"Ah, what do we have here?" Link spun around to see a portly man step inside of the caravan. He smiled down to Link when he saw him over the old hunk of junk. "Now this is twuuuuly a mawvol. This unassuming object is actually an ancient mawgical devoice uuuused by speciol people to communicate and unlock speciol places, which I now offer to you for the modest pwoice of… foive rupees…

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A/N: Okay, so I brought you-know-who back. He's a magical being working for Theresa and the ghost of Archon, I swear! :X

Sorry, it just flowed so that he made an appearance. I like the character too much anyways.