This is my first Fable II story. I hope it's alright. I've gotten most of it in my head already. It seems interesting... XD

Bowerstone Market was bustling, as per usual. Talk filled the air. Stall vendors called out their wares and prices were haggled. The blacksmith's ring echoed over it all. Children ran around, laughing and playing. And, without even knowing it, one was different. The son of the blacksmith and, unbeknownst to him, a Hero called Sparrow.

Sparrow herself wasn't there now. As far as the boy knew, she was a traveling trader, off on business. And, in a way, she was. He knew she'd been a Hero, before defeating Lucien, and he'd heard her stories of battling Hobbes and facing the Balvarines and Banshees. But he was, in his own tiny head, quite certain that she had retired. This wasn't so.

The blacksmith knew, of course. She didn't keep anything from Dave. He knew she was off in Wraithmarsh, fighting Banshees to find the body of Lady Grey, to help, in his words, "Some poor necrophilia-sufferin' sod." She thought the grave-keepers crush was cute, though, and helped him cheerfully.

And that was finally done. She walked into the Square from Old Town Road, looking like she was about to fall asleep on her feet. Her son rushed up, along with all the other children. She dispensed autographs, then was dragged to the house by her son, who, thankfully, got her out of having to tell the children about her "latest adventure". What he thought were simply stories was actually what she'd really been doing.

She sat down, laying her head on the table.

"So, Mother!" Her son chirped. She looked up with a smile. "Where did you go this time?"

"Bloodstone," she said. "Through Wraithmarsh. Awful place. I'm lucky I've been there before." She said, pushing her white hair out of her face. Her son nodded seriously.

"Were there Banshees?" He asked interestedly.

"One." She said. "I managed to bolt from the other."

"Hollow men?"

"Lots. That really annoyed me. Kept popping up everywhere." She said brightly. "So, now it's your turn, Peter. How was school?"

"Fine. No red marks. Perfect." Peter said impatiently. "Mother, is it possible for Lucien to come back?"

"No. I'm sure of that." She said sharply. Then she grinned. "Reaver and I shot him at the same time, and he fell to the bottom of the Tower. I'm fairly certain that that's fatal…"

"Yeah, I'd assume so." Peter agreed. "You look tired, Mother. You should go to bed." Sparrow smiled.

"Thanks, hun. Good-night."

"Good-night."

--

Peter's eyes opened a crack as a soft knock echoed through the house. Grumbling, Sparrow got out of bed and go downstairs.

He crept out of bed and down the stairs after her, and seeing a tall, hooded woman in the doorway.

"Theresa?" Sparrow gasped.

"Hello, Sparrow. May I come in?" The woman asked, her voice soft and gentle. Sparrow nodded and the woman walked in. Peter could see through the darkness that the woman was blind. But then, how did she know who opened the door?

For a moment, Theresa and Peter's eyes met. A small smile appeared on the woman's strange face, and she nodded slightly. Peter nodded back, unable to tear his eyes from the woman. Sparrow didn't see this as she closed the door.

"Theresa, happy as I am to see you, what're you doing here?" She asked. Theresa turned from Peter and smiled at Sparrow.

"In ten years time, you and the other Heros and their children will meet at Reaver's Mansion in Bloodstone. There, destiny will flow again. It has ebbed since Lucien's defeat, but it must continue."

"Ten years?" Sparrow asked. "Peter'll be eighteen then. That was how old I was when I started off."

"Yes… It is, isn't it?" Theresa asked good-naturedly. Sparrow frowned.

"I can't take Peter to Bloodstone… I'm uncomfortable enough there, without my son with me."

"Oh, alright." Theresa said placidly. "Then Reaver, his daughter, Hammer, her son, and Garth and his daughters will come to YOU."

Sparrow stared at Theresa in silence for nearly a minute, as if imagining how that would go over. "Fine." She said. "I'll go to Bloodstone in ten years."

"With Peter." Theresa reminded her gently.

"With Peter." Sparrow said through gritted teeth.

"Wonderful. You'll know when to start, my dear. It's been good to see you again." Theresa smiled. Sparrow's eyes softened, and she smiled too.

"You too Aunt Theresa." She said. Then she stopped. "Okay… Reaver has a daughter?"

"Yes. You'll see."

--

The next day, Sparrow didn't mention the woman to Peter's father. Peter waited for her too, but even as he did, he knew she wouldn't.

Years flowed by. Soon, it became clear to Peter that Sparrow had never retired from being a Hero, and still helped others. He even confronted her about it, when he was fourteen, and she admitted it readily. She even seemed relieved.

Peter never forgot that night, though sometimes, it seemed like Sparrow did. One day, he picked up the toy gun she'd gotten him and went into Bower Lake. He found some beetles and aimed as they settled. A few high bangs snapped the silence, and he'd killed them all with ease. He twirled the gun on his finger with a grin.

I am a Hero.

Reaver and a daughter?! Oh gods!