A/N: I decided to rewrite this story. Changed the narration style and chapters will be longer. It takes a slightly different direction, but one I like more than what I originally had lol.

Disclaimer: I own nothing in the Fable-verse, but I do own original characters and places

Black Feathers

"When someone remains in your life for that long, one doesn't just simply forget or move on from that. It's impossible. Your life had been lived with them always there. Tell me, how would you move on from that? How do you cope?"

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Those words hung in Reaver's mind as he opened his eyes to a few rays of light peeking in through the curtains. It had been the same every night for the past two months. Those words haunted him every night when he lay down, a reminder of the empty space beside him. And every morning he woke up feeling the same. This wasn't him. Reaver did not sit around and mope about the loss of one life, but with each passing day he found it harder and harder to shake the misery off. He was disgusted with himself. Had this been two years ago he would still be the same man he always was for centuries, but he had changed and greatly so.

It took a few minutes for him to get out of bed and get dressed. In the last few months he had taken to wearing only simple suits and plain clothes. As he walked into the common room he felt a particularly heavy atmosphere and saw Demetri on the sofa, holding a picture frame. For once, his hair wasn't even styled yet, and Reaver assumed he had just gotten out of bed.

"You look horrible. Getting cold feet?" he teased.

Demetri looked up from the picture and greeted Reaver with a smile, Reaver's smile. "Morning, dad" He gently set the frame on the coffee table and reclined on the sofa. "I only look bad because I was so excited I couldn't sleep" he said with a chuckle.

Reaver rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Where's your sister? Still sleeping?"

Demetri shook his head. "She went with some of the other women to get ready for the ceremony"

"You probably should too. We all know how long it takes you just to do your hair" Reaver remarked.

"It takes time to look this good" his son boasted, running his fingers through his hair.

"And you have me to thank for that"

"I guess so!" Demetri laughed, giving his father a wink as he went back up to his room to change.

With the room empty, Reaver went over to the coffee table to put the picture frame in its proper spot. It was no surprise to him who the picture was of. He gingerly placed it back on the shelf, his fingers lingering over the portrait.

"The big day's finally here …" he whispered.

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A/N: and das it for the prologue. If you happened to read the original Black Feathers, I think this prologues sets a very different tone from the previous. The premise is essentially the same though.