New story. This will be a collection of the Fable characters and the nightmares they have. It may be weird. I have a thing for nightmares, which is admittedly strange, I know. But anyway, enjoy!

Albion was falling. His Albion was crumbling before his very eyes. The forests were burning, the mountains were shattering, and his towns were swallowed whole. He could do nothing but watch with heavy eyes as the shadows invaded the brains of his people. He could only listen, as the Crawler ruined every citizen with its corrupt words. He could do nothing, he was helpless.

Beautiful Albion was slipping through his fingers, descending into a darkness that would consume it. It was too late to save it. It was already destroyed, corrupted, shattered.

All that he could do was cry out as the world collapsed around him. The Crawlers words echoed through his ears, lapping at the only sanity he had left.

You could not stop it.

Your people are dead. Your kingdom is gone.

You are ruined.

-LINE-

Logan awoke with a start, sitting upright in his bed. He glanced almost desperately around the familiar room, wiping at his dampened brow.

It was just a dream. Nothing more than a nightmare.

But it was the same dream, the same nightmare, which he had been having ever since he returned from Aurora. Ever since Theresa informed him of the impending assault on his Albion.

"The darkness that you experienced in Aurora is coming. In five years time, The Crawler will attack Albion." The seer had spoken these words with frightening ease. Her head tilted to the side as her hands clasped in front of her. Her robe swayed as she paced around the room, speaking of the great evil that was to come. She now stood in front of him, her strange gaze meeting his. "Though you must understand, Logan. You can not stop it, you can not prevent it. You can only prepare for it. You can make sure that you're people are safe, that your Albion is ready." And with that, she was gone, with only an echo remaining of her.

There is nothing you can do.

You can't stop it.

You can not save Albion.

He relaxed back into his mattress, trying not to close his eyes. Because he knew that the moment he did, the dark visions would take over. The moment he closed his eyes, he would be back in Aurora, cowering in a corner of a dark cave, watching as the shadows killed all of his men. The words of the dark creature still rang true in his ears.

A great wave of darkness will cover your land. They will come for you.

The light you bring will die. The light you know will die. All that you are will die.

Who will sit upon the throne of Albion?

He remembered the words clearly. He knew he could never forget them

-LINE-

"This is my Albion. Its cities will bow to my law, or they will burn. Its mountain will bend to my will or they will fall." He trailed his hand on the edge of the map, lost in his own dark thoughts. "This is my Albion," He whispered. "Its people will do as I say, or they will die. It's future will be as I decree or it will end." He circled around the map, gazing down on Albion's perfection. "I have seen what must be done, and nothing will stand in my way. We will be greater and we will be stronger, no matter what sacrifices we must make!" He turned, placing his hand on the map. He was braced with a new determination, an updated outlook on his life, his world, his everything. He looked over his Albion once more, head heavy with a proud burden. "This is my Albion, and I will see it destroyed before I surrender it."

That last part was just a little something I added. I couldn't find a way to ease it into the story, so I added it in at the end, and italicized it. Tell me if you think I should remove it, if it greatly stands alone.

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Should I update? Reaver is next!