Fable
Heroes of Albion
A hero of skill
In the bustling market square of Bowerstone people came and went about their business of their everyday lives. A tall mysterious figure wearing s long grey coat, dark brown leather boots and grey cloth gloves. Beneath the left side of his robes he was carrying a cutlass sword and he was doing very well and concealing his weapon from sight. The stranger walked past shop after shop he stopped when he came to an alleyway where he a man carrying a rusty dagger while pointing it towards a woman. The man was in raggedy clothes meaning he was poor and the woman was in a fine dress meaning she was very wealthy.
"Gimme your money!" the man cried as he pointed the dagger at her.
The man in grey clothing looked around; it was clearly obvious that none of the town's guardsmen knew the mugging was going on so the man decided to take his own action.
"Let me go!" the woman begged.
"Aren't you a weak one, ay," the man hissed, "I could kill, leave your body here and no one would care"
A gun shot sounded and in the blink of an eye the dagger was shot out of the mugger's hand. Now unarmed the man looked to see where the shot had come from and he saw the strange hooded figure holding a flintlock pistol. The stranger then put the pistol away in his coat and then walked towards the mugger; now terrified the mugger grabbed the woman by the neck and shouted, "Come any closer and I'll choke her!"
The figure the stopped his approach towards the mugger; with a gap between the two the mugger then threw the woman towards the stranger and made his getaway to one of the back streets. The stranger then caught the woman to stop her falling to the ground, pushed her up against the wall and then began his chase after the mugger. Into a backstreet he saw the raggedy man at the other end of the street running as fast as he could. The hooded stranger then ran at an amazing pace and caught up with him in the blink of an eye. He grabbed the mugger by the neck and then threw him against a wooden door. A loud thud echoed throughout the street as the mugger hit the wooden and now he was cornered by the hooded figure. The mugger noticed a long piece of rusty metal in a barrel next to him; he pulled it out and pointed towards the hooded figure, "Come and get me you little bugger!"
The hooded figure reached into the coat and then pulled out his cutlass sword; a long stainless steel blade with a golden handle was in the stranger's hand. The mugger was terrified, "What kind of person carried a sword like that"
The hooded figure's eyes then started to glow a yellow colour, "A hero; that's who"
"What one of those humans with 'powers' like from the old stories?" the mugger asked, "Don't be daft!"
In a brief moment the hooded figure charged towards the mugger. With a few quick strikes of his sword he managed to cut the rusty metal rod apart and make a fatal strike on the mugger's chest. It didn't seem as if anything had happened but then blood started to pour out of the mugger's mouth. As the dying thief slowly slumped to the ground the hooded figure put away his sword and said, "We're no legend and one day we'll return to power but until then we'll walk in the shadows of the kingdom of Albion"
When the mugger lay dead on the floor the hooded stranger put away his sword. The sound of guardsmen footsteps echoed around the streets so the figure bolted back down the side street he came down. He was so fast in a matter of moments he was outside of the city walls; he ran faster than a horse ever could. Across the stranger's face yellow glowing veins' spread appeared since he ran and when he was far away enough he stood on a hill between the city suburbs and the great forests of Albion. The hooded figure looked back towards the city for a brief moment he said, "Someday…Someday we'll be restored"
The hooded figure walked into the woods and disappeared into the shadows of the forests.