Authors note: firstly I'd like to mention that this story will be FULL of spelling errors and mistakes! I have to use my iPhone to wright because my desk top kicked the bucket and I need to get the ideas out before they run away with other things.
Logan x OC - Warning: may contain mature content and even lemon down the road.
I do not own Fable, or it's characters. I'm just a big fan :)
Chapter 1)
It began in Aurora, it began five years ago. An Royal adventurer stumbled out of a dark cave, sun striking down upon the males frame. Heat seeping through the fabric of his worn attire. Feet scrubbig the sandy floor of the desert, desperately seeking out for help. Hands wounded, bloody gash upon his once pristine facial features, weak beyond all measure. He could still hear the whispers. With a grunt he collapsed on the grainy sand infested land, eyes frozen open with fear of seeing the darkness once again. He had not the strength to continue onwards. Time passed slowly in the boiling heat. Laying there for hours in an attempt to muster the strength to move again.
Just when the royal thought all was doomed, a glimpse from the corner of his dry vision came a shadow that quickly washed over his frame. In that instant A figure stood over his body, his form frozen to the hot sandy earth and a deep yell bellowed from his throat into the air. His eyes had shut then and all he saw was darkness..
The royals eyes reopened to see what he had not been expecting. Sitting up in a fluid motion he stared back at two unknown faces.
" Your highness, you have finally awoken! We are glad!" a soft toned voice would greet. The dark haired adventurer stared back at the relieved looking faces.
"where am I?" he demanded, his vision moving to quickly assess his bandaged hands, for that was the first of many wounds that had been attended to.
"you are in the city of Aurora!" The dark haired royal looked to a rather slim man with dark tones, the other a woman with similar, exotic features.
"aurora.." the royal would speak, hearing of the area before but thinking of it as nothing but dry land. "what.. Happened to me?" a dark brow raised as he would move himself from the small, poor excuse of a bed and reached for the remainder of his attire that had been removed in order to attend to his wounds.
" we have a lot to speak of, my king.. First allow me to introduce myself. I am Kalin and this, is my father. One of our people came across you in the dessert, and we have brought you back here for your safety.."
Kalin and her father took turns explaining just what the king had encountered in his travels, speaking of the dreadful things that had happened to their once prosperous and beautiful city, that now lay in near ruins. The king, still shocked - could not find it in himself to argue on the idea of what they said was true, for he had experienced it himself. Killing all of his men in that dark cave, save for him.
Later that night, the royal adventurer who was still far too shaken to leave the city, decided to explore before getting some much needed rest. Exiting the temple he stepped towards the city only to hear a voice coming from behind him.
"My king, please wait!" Kalin called hurrying after the tall male with a figure trailing behind her at a short distance. The king stopped and turned towards them. " I would like to introduce you to the one who had found and Brought you here to us." Kalin would exclaim as the adventurer watched the other figure approach.
The figure was dressed differently then the others he had met in the temple. It wore strange tanned, cloth robes looking much like bandages.. Looking like the strange creatures he had also met in his time in the dessert, called Sand fury. The figure bowed, hands moving to remove the robe upon it's head, and the shall covering it's face with the exception of it's eyes.
The king straightened his posture as he looked over the woman. Her hair dark, wavy and hung around her shoulders. Eyes just as dark as were his, though her long lashes made hers to be the far more beautiful one. A tanned complexion which would surely be darker if it were not for her attire, and a small yet not quite dainty figure.
"My king.." the exotic accent of the woman spoke, head rising to look up at her majesty.
"This is Arelin, an adventurer that we are proud to know! She would like to be properly introduced to her King." Kalin explained looking between the two. "perhaps you may show the king around the city?" she suggested of course allowing the king to be the judge of that idea.
"I see.." the king moved to pull his hands behind his back. "very well Arelin, you may accompany me for a short walk, if you wish.." the tall male watched the woman give a nod of her head and clasped her hands in front of her. "it would be a great pleasure.."
The two began their walk around the dimly candle lit city, Arelin walking several paces behind the king as they went. "The land has seen many hardships.." Arelin began in a quiet voice. "but nothing like this.." she paused next to one of the many shrines laid about the streets and motioned her hand towards them. "So much life lost...We can't begin to fight against it, we have tried time and time again but to no avail.. It is much too strong. Our civilization no long stands a chance.." Arelin grew silent then, watching as the king looked over the shrine with an expressionless face.
The king continued to stare at the shrine in thought, hands remaining behind his back. "The crawler had affected us all.. Even you, my king. Please help our people, so we may stay a part of Albion instead of disappearing into the darkness.." Arelin bowed her head as the king turned towards her.
" I will speak to Kalin and her father. I'll do my best to protect this land, and raise an army strong enough to defeat it." the king declared, anger and promise in his tone.
"thank you, your majesty."
"Please, call me Logan.." he insisted as if eager for someone to know his name, like it would prove that he was alive.
"King Logan.." the small woman replied and proceeded to show the king around the rest of the ruined city.
Logan slept in the temple once again after making promise to Kalin and her father and to the rest of Arora that he would be their guiding light through the darkness and to do his best to protect them and Albion. His sleep was unpleasant, filled with nightmares that had him waking up in more then just sweat and fear.
The following morning he arose with the intentions of leaving but not firstly to give a proper goodbye to a sort of savior of his own.
Rapping on the door to the rubble of a home it would roll back revealing Arelin dressed much like before. "K-king Logan!" the woman began and grew silent with the raise of her kings hand.
"I came to say thank you.. For rescuing me in the dessert, you must be brave for venturing out there. I'm taking my leave but will be in touch." he added with a blank expression.
"your welcome, my king.. I look forward to hearing from you. " with that the king was gone. Taking a ship back to Albion..
A/N: I tried to keep Logan IC as much as possible and hopefully didn't ruin him.
Kind of a lame chapter I know, but I'll try to make it more interesting in the next chapter :) thanks for reading.