I have decided to write a series based on the adventures of a magical child, around a similar setting as fable II, as that is my inspiration
THE FABLE: A MAGICAL CHILD IS BORN
The Birth
Once Upon a Time, a beautiful mother-to-be, with light mousy brown hair and glossy green eyes awaited the birth of her child. Her husband, the prince, awaited the birth of a son, and heir to his thrown, he was not a loving man. He followed in his father's footsteps and became a cruel leader of his kingdom, and only cared about having a child to carry on a long lost tradition that turned many men to bitter lemons. As he paced in his study, a circular room, lined with a circular bookshelf that seemed to reach no end, as it extended up into the skies, a long ladder, clinging longingly to this bookshelf, the Prince, stared so frightfully at the papers on his round table, and hesitantly sat in his round chair.
He never wished to love the Princess; she was a pawn in his master game of chess to give birth to his child and to keep up happy appearances with the local townspeople, of which he had no ideal of associating himself with. However, to his disappointment, she ran awry, she wore what she wanted to wear, she did what she wanted to do, and she shopped and giggled openly with the peasants, unlike the cruel ruler, she remained passionate and kind-hearted. He fell in love with this nature, as the little bookworm boy inside of him, fell in love with her compassion. His father taught him that love is not real, and that the townspeople are fools for believing so.
The papers he so longingly wanted to destroy were to have his wife executed, upon her giving birth to a female, she too would be executed with her mother, and another princess would take her place. To the poor princess' ill fate, the child was a girl, just as the fates had planned.
She was sentenced to death, along with her daughter, as the villagers gathered, a hooded woman swooped into the front circle, upon that moment, a guillotine was released from its hold and the princess lost her life, just as the fates planned.
Upon seeing this, the hooded female, in scarlet robes fought to the back of the circle, and witnessed the arrival of a child, a child marked for death, upon colliding with the royal guards, who harshly held the weak and hungry infant, the scarlet hooded female ceased the child from their scornful clutches and ran into the shadows, upon their reaction, the guards did not find the woman in the shadows, nor in the midday sunlight of the town market beyond.
The hooded figure hushed the screaming child as she gazed upon the meandering forest in front of her, she headed for the small town, a town not ruled by royalty, nor by combat, nor by religion, but by unadulterated magic. It was a place for young people to practise their craft, to harness their deepest powers.
It was a relatively large town, the main homes of the townspeople lived in stone shacks and half constructed tents, in and open oval, with a walk way in the middle. There in the middle of the luscious grassy field, sat an ancient fountain. It was known as the Spring of Isaac, and its waters promised good health to all that were worthy to drink from it. It is said when the spring stops, the world will change, and a war shall begin, an old Wiccan wives tale, to which nobody held true to. Beyond this, a small layer of trees and a drawbridge over the running rocky stream of treacherous waters. The dusty road continues into an area of small shacks, this is the towns market; all produce comes from out of the shack town, and is refreshed in the Spring of Isaac. Heading right, the hooded figure walks towards a large wooden shack, 5 floors tall and perfectly constructed. Enchanted doors sang of their magic, as the hooded figure muttered the old gypsy password, and the doors sprang to life, allowing the hooded figure into a brightly lit room, with an old crooked man, in an old crooked chair.