So this is a story about Reaver's past :) The story is finished, I'm just waiting for my editor to be done with the rest. If you find any mistakes or something that doesn't quite make sense let me know! I'm extremely nervous because this is the first thing I'm posting and my first fanfic. This is also going to be the first story in a series of 3. Reaver's past - Fable 2 - Fable 3 So enjoy :D

Disclaimer: Fable and all that goes with it does not belong to me sadly :(


Reaver was roaming the halls of his mansion. In a few days or so he would have to find some poor sap to sacrifice to those charming fellows in Wraithmarsh. He was bored at the moment, having nothing to do which was a rare thing, so he wandered his abode. Making his way further into the house he walked by an old storage room. He stopped and looked at the door, wondering what treasures were stashed in there, he had quite a few storage rooms and couldn't remember which one this was. He opened the door and lit a lamp to see better.

He meandered around the room looking at the boxes he had stacked on one another. His eyes then fell upon a worn old looking chest and he stopped immediately. Was this really what he thought it was? If it was ,why had he not gotten rid of it already? Thrown it into the sea, sold it to some idiot, tried burning it, anything! He drew in a deep breath and walked closer to the chest. He unlocked it with the only key to open it that he always kept on him and quickly flipped open the top gazing onto it's contents, freezing in his place when he did so. In the chest sat a bow and a ring. He shut the lid and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger; almost as if trying to stop the sudden pounding in his head. Slowly he opened the lid again and pulled out a very intricate looking bow, black as night with blood red unreadable words written along the length. He cringed knowing now what those words were capable of. The grip of the bow had a protective cover for your hand which was the same red as the words. He pulled on the string and let go, watching it bouncing back. It was like the bow was brand new, never been used, but oh how he knew better than that. He sighed sitting on the floor next to the chest and set the bow down.

Reaching back into the chest he pulled out the ring examining it. It was solid gold with an emerald set in the middle with two diamond framing it. That damn emerald, he had bought it because of how much it looked like her eyes, and he loathed the memories it brought as he gazed upon it. Shutting his eyes he squeezed the ring in his gloved hand, hoping against all hope that it would disappear. Opening his hand he glanced down with disdain, the ring perfectly fine in his palm. Closing his eyes again he threw the ring across the room, memories creeping into his mind. He tried blocking them out like he always did, but with him now seeing the bow and ring, his mind would not let him stop the images flashing behind his closed lids.


Dorian was 5 years old at the time. He had dark brown hair that sat on his head in an unruly manner and big turquoise colored eyes with specks of emerald that were full of spark and life. He had one single beauty mark on his upper left check and his clothes were that of a paupers, worn and dirty, but comfortable. He lived with his parents in the town of Oakvale as simple farmers. Today he was accompanying his mother through the town as she ran errands. His mother, Acacia, had the same dark brown hair as his and it hung slightly past her shoulders. Her eyes were a brilliant emerald and she wore simple farming clothes. She had soft feminine features and had always been attractive. Dorian tugged on his mothers hand, eager to be out in the town. Spotting a huge man that had just walked into the town center he stopped and stared wide-eyed for a second before turning his puppy-dog eyes up to his mother. "Mother! Is that really who I think it is? Is that really Ranger? The Hero of Oakvale?" He asked in an excited voice.

His mother laughed and leaned down kissing her son on the forehead. "Yes it is dear, let's go say hello." She said and they started walking over to the man who was fondly scanning the town. Ranger was now 70, having had defeated Jack of Blades twice when he was in his thirties. Now he had settled down in Knothole Glade and was married with a few of his own children. Even so, every year on the anniversary of his mother's death he visited Oakvale to pay his respects at her grave, and to visit some of the people. Dorian had always been too young before to realize who the man was and what he had done. In the past year however, he had grown a healthy does of hero worship as his mother read him stories of Ranger's adventures. This was the first time Dorian would be meeting Ranger with this knowledge. He ran up to the man and tugged on his pants.

Ranger looked down at the young boy and smiled crouching down to his level. "Look what we have here! Hello, I'm Ranger, nice to meet you." He said sticking his hand out to shake the boys.

Dorian was thrilled and stuck his tiny hand into the huge hand offered, shaking it with all his might, trying to impress the Hero. He puffed his chest out and gave him a huge smile as he replied. "Hi! I'm Dorian, this is my mama. Wow! You're so much bigger then I thought you'd be! I'm a huge fan!" His mother was behind him and had to cover her mouth to suppress a giggle from her son's choice of words.

"Why hello Dorian. Yes I am big, that's what happens when you're a hero. You're pretty strong for your age, you know." He said chuckling at the boys obvious attempts to impress. He had dealt with many fans, children and adults alike, over the years and had grown accustomed to these happenings.

"Thanks! I've been trying to be as strong as I can. When I grow up I want to be a Hero like you! Though so far I've been better with my slingshot more than anything else." The boy said, slightly frowning.

Ranger laughed and gently ruffled the boys hair. "Don't you worry about that, I've always been better with my bow more than my sword or will. A well placed shot while hidden can make all the difference. Plus you can keep your distance while picking off your enemies."

The boy bounced up and down thrilled with the Hero's words. His mother interrupted then. "Ah yes, he has had very good aim so far. But I'm sure you have more to do then talk to us." She smiled at Ranger and then looked down at her son. "Dorian dear, it's time to go."

Dorian frowned not wanting to stop talking but knew better than to argue with his mother. He looked back to Ranger and gave him another huge smile. "Thank you for talking to me. It was real nice to meet you!"

Ranger chuckled and shook the boys hand again before standing up. "It was sure nice to meet you as well, good luck on any travels you partake in the future." He said and winked at the boy. He turned to Acacia and bowed. "And it was a pleasure to meet you as well mam." He straightened, gave them another smile and turned heading towards the cemetery, stopping and talking to the people who approached him.

Dorian looked after Ranger while walking at his mother's side until he could no longer see him as they entered a shop. "He was so nice mama, when we get home will you read me the story of how he defeated Jack of Blades? Pleeeease" He said giving his mother puppy-dog eyes again.

She laughed and waved to the shopkeeper. "We'll see when we get home." The boy nodded excitedly, knowing that once they were home he would be able to manipulate her to read to him.

He had found in the last year that if he gave her his puppy-dog eyes and asked with a please, he could get almost anything. He had become quite the little charmer, always getting into trouble, pulling pranks and the like. When he did get in trouble he'd just give her his look and add something along the lines of "I'm sorry mama, I didn't mean it!", "I'm sorry mama, I didn't know!" or "I'm sorry mama, I won't do it again." and he'd get off scotch free. He was also an only child, so he was spoiled more than the other children in town.

Once they got home his mother started to make dinner and promised that after she would read to him. He smiled triumphantly and helped her in what little ways her could. Dinner was almost ready when his father, Eston, came home from working on the farms. His father had masculine features, black messy hair, clear blue eyes, and the same beauty mark as his son giving him a roguishly handsome look. His farmers clothes seemed to frame his toned arm muscles. Dorian ran and jumped into his arms as soon as he walked in the door. "Papa, papa, guess who I met today!"

His father laughed swinging him around in a circle before hugging him with one arm and walking over to his wife, hugging her with the other while planting a kiss on her lips. Dorian scrunched his face up at the kiss. "Evening loves! Oh don't give me that look son, one day you'll understand. Who did you meet today?" He asked poking the tip of Dorian's nose.

"I met Ranger! The Hero of Oakvale! He was in town today and he was really nice. He was also gigantic! I got to shake his hand and everything! It was so exciting papa! I wish you had been there!" Dorian said excitedly.

"How exciting son! And I've met him before, very nice fella. Wonder how he's doing." His father replied setting his son down at the dinner table.

His mother looked on lovingly, content with her life and very much in love with her husband and son. "Dinner will be done in a few minutes." She said finishing cooking. Eston winked at his wife and continued to listen to his son talking about the Hero. Acacia brought the food over and they all began to eat while Dorian continued to chatter during the meal about all the adventures he would go on once he was older. His parents would laugh and give each other knowing looks while listening. After dinner, Eston helped Acacia clean up the dishes while Dorian played with his slingshot in the yard, hitting bottles on a fence with uncanny accuracy.

Ranger, having finished at the cemetery, was wondering around town, slowing walking towards his old home. Once there he saw Dorian practicing out front and was surprised to see how good the boy really was. "Wow you really are good with that aren't you?" He said startling the boy. A huge smile grew on Dorian's face when he saw the Hero.

"Yes sir! I hope to be the best in all of Albion one day!" He said puffing out his chest hitting another bottle while trying to show off.

Ranger chuckled and Eston came out to get his son, seeing the old Hero he greeted him cheerily. "Ah, hello there! My son told me he met you today. How are you?" He asked shaking the Hero's hand.

"I'm good, thanks for asking. Quite a talent your son has." Stepping close to the man he lowered his voice so the boy couldn't hear. "Are any of your ancestors Hero's?"

Eston chuckled and smiled big. "Hero blood runs in both my wife and my own families. It just hasn't manifested in a few generations. You think Dorian might be one?"

"He has amazing aim for such a young child. I would not be surprised if he was." Ranger said smiling at the young boy.

Dorian came running up and looked to the men talking. "Hey! What are you too whispering about? I hate being left out" He said frowning and looking like a sad puppy.

His father smiled answering him. "We were just talking about what a great shot you are son!" Dorian perked up at the comment and his eyes lit up.

Ranger kneeled down again to the boys level. "Say, how about I give your dad one of my bows for you to use once you become of age?"

"No way! Really! That'd be so so amazing! Oh boy I don't know what to say! Thank you so much!" He cried hugging the old Hero.

Ranger chuckled while hugging the boy back. He let go as the boy jumped up and down, eager to see the bow. The Hero pulled out a very intricate looking bow, black as night with blood red unreadable words written along the length. The grip of the bow had a protective cover for your hand which was the same red as the words. Dorian gasped at the sight of it. It was so beautiful, and also very deadly looking. Eston's eyes had shot wide open as he realized what bow this was. Dorian ran into the old Hero's arms again and thanked him over and over again. Finally the boy pulled back and ran into the house to tell his mother of the good news.

"S-Skorm's bow? I thought that was your favorite?" Eston asked dumbfounded as to why Ranger was giving his son this infamous bow.

"It is, but I have no need of it and I have two girls, neither one has shown any real signs of being a Hero. I know it's strange that I'm giving this to your son rather than my children or someone that I at least know better. But the bow picks it's next owner as strange as that sounds, and this bow has just chosen your son." Seeing the scared look in the mans eyes he continued. "Do not worry, it's not evil and does not influence a person. It has had no effect on me at all besides helping me kill my enemies. You do trust me don't you?"

Eston, knowing that the Hero was pure good shook his head. The man had after all sacrificed all the power in the world twice. Once when he threw the Sword of Aeons into the void instead of killing his sister. The second time when he had tossed Jack of Blade's mask into lava destroying it forever. "Yes of course I do, I'm just surprised." He responded while the Hero smiled at him. Dorian came bounding back out of the door, Acacia following. She stopped short when she saw the bow that Ranger had in his hands.

"But, isn't that " She said quietly while her husband slid his arm around her waist.

"Yes, but don't worry, I'll tell you later." Eston said placing a kiss on her cheek.

Ranger smiled at the couple. "Well I have to be off now, it was great meeting you all." He handed the bow to Eston while he talked. "I trust you'll know the right age to give this to the lad." He then turned to Dorian and crouched down. "Now you take good care of that bow, your parents and the town while I'm gone." He said ruffling the boys hair again.

"I will Ranger! I'll take care of them all! Thank you so much again! I can't wait to tell my friends!" Dorian replied hugging the Hero again.

Ranger chuckled and got up bowing to his parents. "I shall be off now, your son is very well behaved and polite. Farewell." Eston, Acacia and Dorian all stood waving to the Hero as he disappeared in a flash of blue.

"Wow, I can't wait to tell everyone else!" Dorian squealed with excitement.

"You'll be the envy of all your friends son! But it's getting late now, time for bed." Eston said caring the bow into the house with his other hand still around his wife. Dorian followed and went straight to his room, changing and hopping into bed.

Acacia watched as Eston mounted the bow on a wall. "Dorian shouldn't be able to reach this for a while yet." He turned and kissed his wife on the cheek still talking. "Now dear, I'll wait while you tuck in the little rascal."

She laughed and turned to leave. "Yes, well it'll be a little bit, I promised to read him a story and have yet to do so, so you know he'll want me to read it to him now."

"Let me guess, one about Ranger and Jack of Blades?" Eston replied with a smile.

"You know him too well dear." Acacia said entering Dorian's room.