Hello there fellow readers and writers! First off I would like to say, this is not my first story…I've never gotten the urge to finish a story all the way through, but I'm hoping this one is different. My brother introduced me to Fable, and I absolutely loved it. Especially Jack of Blades. I believe he was cut off too soon, so I shall give him an alternate ending and hopefully you'll like the idea I have for this story! Please, if you have spare time and enjoy give CC, rate and review! That would make my day!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fable or any of its characters, Lionhead Studios. Jet and her family belong to me though.

Chapter 1: Birthday

Aged yellow paper ruffled as they were disturbed from rest upon their haven of shelves. Feminine fingers toyed with the pages as a young woman sifted through the book trying to take her mind off of matters at hand. The scurrying and giggling downstairs didn't help her situation when she was trying to focus on whatever was going on. For the time being, her mother put her in solitary confinement as her father and younger brother put everything in place.

Finally she put the book down next to her, the forest green cloth shifting under new weight. The floor creaked when her feet came full force onto the wooden boards, making a loud creak. She sauntered over to the archway that lead to a small balcony. Today is the day, she thought to herself as she leaned against the rough railing, today I'm eighteen.

Gazing off to her left she wondered about the end of town. A place where every citizen of Oakvale dared not to venture into. It wasn't the fact that no one used it but rather a law that had been passed, what she was told, hundreds of years ago by their ruler. Rumors on the street, mostly by her girlfriends, that the ruler of Albion lived in the mansion a top the hill where fate had changed a young boy's life . Watching the leaves blow across the cobble path, the teenager knew what adventure she'd trek today. Slowly a devious smirk crept across her pale face.

A few knocks came to her door. "Jet?" Her parents always told her that her name came from the little crystal that she kept holding on to when she was a babe, but really Jet believes that her hair gave it away. Which really confused her on how her hair came out so dark. Her mother bore soft brown locks of hair while her father carried sandy blonde. Maybe her grandparents had darker shaded hair.

"Door's open!" She turned as the door opened. Signs of aging skin crept upon her mother as the crow's feet and jowl lines began to form on the figure she loved so much. A gentle and soft smile graced the older woman as she gazed at her beautiful young daughter. Both met in the center of the room in a large embrace. Today her daughter became a woman.

Her subtle wrinkled delicate hands held Jet out to arm's length, the pale jade iris' scanned what had become a fine young woman. Water welled up in her eyes, proud that her second child lived long enough to see her eighteenth year. The jowl line stretched to the sides as corners of her mouth came up on the sides.

"Jet, look at you…Baby…Oh I'm just so proud of you!" The ebony haired youth smiled bashfully at her mother. Jet's porcelain hand rose from her side and carefully wiped a tear away. A soft giggle escaped her lips.

"Mom, of course I'd live this long! Why wouldn't I?" A stiff rigidness filled the air as the mother eyed her daughter carefully. Jet wondered what plagued her mother's wondering mind. Just a few short moments later, Jet's mother smiled and let out an uncharacteristically dry laugh.

"Oh, ignore this old fool's words! My mind is beginning to think such odd things! But know this true, I am proud of you Jet. Don't ever forget that." A deep melodious voice broke the moment as Jet's father called for their audience. With an encouraging tug, Jet followed her mother with a blindfold on. Jet's trust in her mother tested with reaching the bottom of the never ending steps of the unknown. Those stairs were so long, she wondered why that was needed. Finally her mother led the young woman down the flight and untied the mask. What laid before Jet stunned her.

A long slim blade of metal laid across their rickety wooden table shining in all its glory. The hilt covered in shady blue cloth with little studs glittering along the sides. She couldn't believe it. Jet turned to her mother and father.

"How? I'm really happy to have this but how did you get it without getting in trouble?" The two parents gazed at each other in somber silence before returning to their daughter. Jet's younger siblings, Jack and Vinni gazed up at her in admiration.

"Hun, it had been agreed between us and the blacksmith that he would secretly forge a steel katana for you. We knew you'd enjoy the gift." Jet caught onto the tone of her mother's voice.

"And protect Oakvale from whatever is out there. Mom, you know I've always wanted to do that. But answer a few questions. Who is the ruler, why can't we utter their name, and why can we not wield any weapon?" Once again, the two parents turned to one another in hope of finding the answer. This time, the man took his role and came up to his daughter. He cupped her face in a calm manner giving her a solemn but fatherly gaze.

"Jet, you know we hate keeping secrets for you, but as the law, we cannot tell you his name. Every child meets him at one point or another. The reason is…well no one knows. It was something your mother and I grew up knowing as well. No one would tell us but we have met him…more than once."

"Wait, so you mean that the two of you had the same rules? How long has this apparent man been in power?" His arms fell back to his side, sad that he has to answer these questions vaguely but so proud that his daughter was so inquisitive. She'll be magnificent. He thought to himself.

"Yes Jet. We grew up the same way. And as far as I could understand my great grandfather, our ruler has been overseeing Albion since the last great Hero." Jet cocked her head to one side, confused.

"Hero? What do you mean by that?" Her father's face lit up.

"I was hoping you'd ask that! Sit, sit! I have a story to tell you!" Jet settled into the old couch that creaked under her weight. Vinni crawled up onto her lap, Jet being the good older sister gingerly wrapped her arms around the much younger youth, while Jack plopped himself to her right. The ringleader of the family stood tall before his children excited to tell a tale almost forgotten among the common folk of Albion.

"Long ago, they say five hundred years prior to us, Heroes roamed Albion. Hero was a term used for any person who trained at the Guild to fight and be known all across the land. They had a choice between good and evil," being the theatric that he was, his fingers wiggled and he hunched over illustrating the image as he told the story, "and when time came they left to build their renown. Now five hundred years ago, a young boy would have to flee for his life as a band of bandits raided his village. Do you know what village that was?" Vinni and Jack shook their head in excitement.

"Why it was in fact this humble village of Oakvale. Yes, the greatest Hero of all time came from here! His mother also had been revered as a Hero, Scarlet Robe. Let's save that story for another time though. He spent his life since he was a child in the Guild training until he could no longer learn anything from the Guildmaster. There the Hero of Oakvale set off on his quest as a Hero. Of course, he ended up in the Arena and fought alongside his Guild mate, Whisper…" a quick glance from his wife reminded him that he couldn't go into the story too much. "Well, he won in the arena and ran around Albion for some time before his time came." Jet noticed that her father strayed a bit at the end.

"He couldn't have just given up like that…could he? Why would he throw everything away? And a couple of questions. What is the Guild and what is the Arena?" The man laughed uneasily, more so to himself.

"Right, you don't know a lot…well the Guild is where upcoming Heroes trained. The arena is where great warriors, mostly Heroes in that time, would fight till the death to earn money. If they made through all the rounds, that would boost their renown so high, it would be impossible for no one not to know them." Jet sat there quiet, thinking. Jack gazed up at her with bright blue eyes glimmering with admiration.

"JJ, are you going to be a Hero?" Snapping out of her concentration Jet turned her attention towards her little brother. It took a few seconds before she smiled softly at him. To distract the young rambunctious boy she ruffled his hair. Placing Vinni to her left Jet took her blade and headed back up into her room. Working the leather belt, she worked it around her hips and fixed it to where it leaned to one side. For the final touch, she placed the blade in position of easy reach when it was needed. Looking into a fragmented mirror, she admired her reflection. Seeing the katana there hanging ready for battle gave a sense of power. Though, scrutinizing her current clothing choice, she would need to upgrade.

Looking around her room, she tried to find inspiration. Plain and simple cloth was not going to protect her from other sharp metal objects. Going with leather and metal would be so much better, although nothing in this house would help. Jet plopped onto her bed and pondered what would be the better solution to this whole dilemma would be.

For a while Jet could sit still and carefully think things through. Though after an hour or so, she couldn't just sit around. She began to pace across her bedroom looking at everything one time after another. Really how hard could this be?

"Okay, so I can train at night, when everyone is asleep. But where…" Jet ended up outside on her balcony gazing at the sunset. The shadows of the forbidden roads caught her attention. "Ah ha! No one would dare go in there! Tonight my sweet katana, we will begin training."