For a while I've wanted to do a Fable story, but I wasn't sure about many things. For example, which game to base it off of? I finally decided on Fable II, mainly because Theresa is older and has the more wise/amazing voice (you know that's true). Another problem was figuring out exactly what I wanted the freaking story to even be about. Obviously, I finally figured both of these out, so I hope you all enjoy my story. R&R please!
Two children born in the depths of winter will rise to power. This power will be bestowed upon both of these children only on their tenth anniversary, prior to this date. One said child will wield great forces, contributing to all classes of skill, becoming the greatest hero Albion has, and will ever see. The other will wield great forces as well, but darkness will overcome, and twist the child's mind, creating the most deadly force ever known to Albion. Both heroes' will rise, only to destroy each other in the end. Which will prevail? Good or evil? The weight of Albion rests on the shoulders of the winter children.
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A man ran through a forest, cloaked only in his brown trader's jacket. This was no ordinary trader though. The man carried far more precious treasures than jewels and trinkets, no; he carried two young newborns, a baby boy, and a baby girl. The man held the children to his chest, shielding them from the bitter winter cold. The wandering trader turned to look behind him, seeing no one, but he knew better, he knew what beasts stalked these woods.
The woods soon grew into a heavily snowed clearing. He gulped, hearing a deep snarl.
"Only a bit further, we'll arrive in Bowerstone soon enough, we just have to keep-" he muttered to himself. A low, deep howl moaned through the night. The trader froze in his tracks, looking around. He clutched the infants in his arms. He kissed both of their heads and began to walk again. He trekked through the deep snow, ignoring the hairs on his neck begin to rise.
Both infants yawned simultaneously. He neared the edge of the clearing, heading back into more dark woods. "Hang on, it won't be-" the trader then gasped, screaming for his life. He dropped the infants into the soft snow as he was lifted quickly into the trees. The man's screams and the snarling and ripping from the beast were all one would hear, as blood trailed to the ground, covering the infants in an ocean of blood. Both newborn children began to cry as the man was mauled in shadows. The screams of the trader attracted other monsters.
The balverines circled the two children as the body of the trader fell. The brown haired man's dead eyes stared at his newborn children as the beasts came. The balverine that attacked the father jumped down. The large white balverine stalked closer and closer until it was nearly inches from the children's faces. It shrieked at them, preparing to gobble down a small snack.
The balverine licked one of the infant's bloody cheeks before opening its mouth wide.
Silver slashed through the air as the white balverine shrieked, the others scattered, ready to take down the human attacker. A very large bulky man wielding a massive sword stood over the two infants. He glared at the balverines stalking forward.
The massive man stabbed his sword into countless balverine throats, making them fall. He took blow after blow from them, but still remained standing. Finally, only the white balverine remained.
The man smirked, "Your days are over, beast." The white balverine howled in response and began dashing towards him. The balverine drove through him, knocking him clears off his feet, and flying through the air. While the man was down, the white balverine stalked over towards the children and slowly ran its claws along their delicate flesh. The man threw his sword, imbedding it in its shoulder. It howled in pain, taking off.
The man stood, racing towards the newborns. Both had three clear cuts on the sides of their faces. The man crouched and gently picked them up. He glanced at their father, and shook his head.
"They shall be in good care, young trader, I promise..." he said sincerely. The massive man walked out of the clearing and into the forest, away from the destroyed man.
Flies gathered around the body as the large figure of the man disappeared.
Well, there you have my little introduction! Gotta hate them Balverines! (And love all at the same time) I'll have another chapter up soon, but for now, R&R! Give me your thoughts!