The Transmission of a signal
Disclaimer: - I do not own Fable, Its storyline, its characters, the office chair I sit in or the laptop I am currently using. Fable is owned by Lionhead studios and the office chair and laptop is owned by Lotus Clinic. This fanfiction is made purely for entertainment purposes not for profit so please don't sue me And/or tell my boss that I'm using this laptop and office chair to write fanfiction as I'm just a humble A-Level student who occasionally moonlights as a receptionist and thus suing me would only result in 27 Pence in change and a half eaten Cornish pastry.
Author notes: - my schedule Is currently very hectic with College, work, trying to get my laptop fixed and futilely trying to resurrect my social life so updates will be rather random for the moment. Also to any pyromaniacs reading this who are planning to try and burn down this fanfiction with flames let me say this "I do not fear your insults or mockery, you cannot make me fall to your terrible darkness, Bring it on!"
Prologue
Deep in the forest of Albion lay the small town of Oakvale, unchanged by time and untouched by the sword.
Here lived a boy and his Family. A boy who dreamed of greatness. Of one day being a hero
Sometimes he imagined himself as a noble knight ... or a powerful wizard. And other times he dreamed he'd be an evil warrior.
But in all his dreams of greatness he couldn't possibly imagine the power of the destiny that lay before him ... or the terrible darkness he would be forced to face.
