A/N: I've wanted to do one of these stories for a while, but I never got around to it. Blame my other stories. I don't own Fable or Halo. Those rights belong to Lionhead Studios and 343 Industries, respectively. Let's cut to the chase and start it.
New Game…start!
*And So Our Story Begins*
Planet Reach
Noble Six, Serah, was on Reach, not expecting anything out of the ordinary to happen.
"Lieutenant, we need you to uncover a certain item from New Alexandria. Be careful; this will not be an easy mission. Carter out," Noble Team's commander ordered over the COM. Serah flashed her acknowledgement light green, and she headed towards the coordinates.
The Spartan was trained for the worst situations. She was the only Spartan III to be rated 'hyper-lethal' for a reason. With her DMR and Assault Rifle, she doubted there could be anything that the Spartan couldn't kill. The Magnum was strapped to her leg, and she only used it in the most desperate occasions; when things were looking so shitty even she didn't think she would make it out alive.
Serah walked towards the city, and she stopped at the sight she saw. New Alexandria was in ruins. Flaming buildings were all that remained of the crown jewel. Still, she soldiered on. It was her duty to go find a certain item and then return alive with it to Noble Team.
'Still though, why am I always the one who gets sent out for these stupid kinds of missions?' Serah thought bitterly. A Banshee screamed overhead, and she looked up, drawing her DMR. The craft wasn't interested in her and continued flying, towards the biggest casino in New Alexandria: The Dino.
"Aw, I wanted a chance to gamble," Serah grumbled. If there was one thing the Spartan couldn't resist, it was gambling. It wasn't that she always won. Oh no, far from it. She just liked the idea of the odds being in your favor. Or the odds telling you to 'Fuck off', depending.
She continued on her way, looking left and right to make sure that she didn't get ambushed by any Covenant. Of all the ways to go, that one sucked pretty bad.
She was now in the city, and she had to watch out for the Covenant. Serah turned around a corner, and jumped back as she came face to face with an Elite Ultra. The alien was just as surprised to see her, and it didn't react quickly enough. The Spartan drew her knife and plunged it between the mandibles. A massive amount of purple blood poured out, staining the ground below.
Unfortunately for her, all the Covenant in the area found her.
'Of fucking course,' Serah thought angrily, firing her DMR at a pair of Jackal Snipers. The first one died of a headshot, but the second one hit her with a Beam Rifle, breaking her shields. Serah fell, grimacing, "Son a fucking bitch that hurt." She raised her DMR, not letting the pain stop her. Her shields returned, and Serah got a better look at the wound in her leg.
The flesh was blackened and scorched underneath, and Serah hissed in pain when she touched it. She hid behind an overturned car, watching the plasma bolts from the remaining Covenant fly over her. Serah poked her head out, and swore, "Fuck me!"
The Covenant were always notorious for throwing practically every kind of Elite at humanity, and it happened again. The Elite was a General, and it had an Energy Sword in its hand. It was giving some kind of orders, the mandibles moving.
'Great. This just went from okay to bad to worse,' she thought dryly. Pulling out one of her two Frag Grenades, she pulled the pin and tossed it towards the Elite. The small explosive detonated, draining the General's shields completely. A single DMR shot to the head finished it off.
"Six, we need you to get that item ASAP. Move Spartan," Carter ordered over the COM.
"I got my hands full of tangos. Unless you want me to say 'fuck you, I'm getting that damn item', I can't go without eliminating them," Serah shot back. Carter didn't reply, and she went back to killing the aliens in front of her. Grunts tried to rush her by running towards the Spartan with Plasma Grenades, only to die from multiple shots to the head.
"Goddammit, why are you bastards always so persistent?" Serah asked angrily, dodging Plasma Pistol bolts. One of the glowing green spheres of energy hit her, and her shields drained, blinking red on her HUD. She hissed as the pain of the Beam Rifle wound lanced up her body again.
"Fuck! I always get hit where it hurts most. I swear, my luck really sucks," Serah grumbled, still firing away with her DMR. The gun clicked, the clip now empty. She hid behind another overturned car to reload. The empty clip was replaced by a new, fully loaded one with a satisfying click.
Serah got out from her makeshift cover, and went ultra badass on the remaining Covenant. Jackals and Grunts alike fell before the fully armored Spartan. She was a walking mass of destruction, and even the Elites were no match for her.
An Elite Major was the last one left, and Serah took pleasure in making it suffer. She grabbed a fallen Energy Sword, and began slicing its limbs off. The Elite howled in agony as its arms and legs fell from its body, purple blood erupting from the wounds. It fell to the ground, looking up at the Spartan.
"You will pay for this heresy," it hissed, defiance in its eyes even though it was fatally wounded. Serah flicked her wrist, and the Energy Sword had cut off its head.
"Not today slip-lip," she shot back at the dead alien. She took her Magnum and emptied a full clip into its chest. The body jerked another eight times and was then still. Serah put her Magnum back in its holster and continued on her way.
Her HUD found the exact location of the item, and she went to go find it. Of course, it was under who knows how much rubble.
"Oh great," Serah groaned as she began shifting through the rubble.
She had been digging away for ten minutes when her hand hit something hard, almost metal. She pulled the item out, and was confused. It looked like some kind of seal, a gold and black shield-like piece of metal.
"What the bloody hell is this?" Serah asked as she picked it up. Upon contact, it started to glow a bright light, and Serah was transported to another world.
Land of Albion
Jasper had walked into the Princess's room to find she was still asleep. He pulled open the blinds, "What a dreadfully sorry sight." He looked over at the Princess's still sleeping form.
"Such a beautiful day to waste in bed?" he inquired. The Princess began to stir slightly.
"What? Oh go away Jasper," she grumbled, not wanting to get out of bed. Jasper sighed, "Very well, I shall arise your sleeping companion. I'm afraid it is time to rise." He pulled back the covers to reveal the Princess's dog, Kyoki, who was wagging her tail.
The Princess finally surrendered and got up, "Come on girl. If I have to get up, so do you." Both bounded out of bed, and Kyoki began giving Jasper her best puppy-dog stare.
"Don't look at me like that. It's not going to work," Jasper said firmly. A split second later, he admitted defeat by scratching her ears, "That's a good dog."
"Now that you have actually gotten up, perhaps we should change your clothing. Master Elliot is most eager to speak with you and is waiting in the garden. No doubt you'll want to look your best for your young 'friend'," Jasper said, walking towards two mannequins. On one was the elegant Princess outfit; on the other was the practical. Jasper took out a notepad and scribbled something down, "Please choose one of the outfits I have chosen."
The Princess looked over the two outfits, thinking carefully. There was no doubt that the elegant outfit certainly showed her status, but she liked how the practical fit her body better. Plus, she didn't really have to get all worked up if a bit of dirt got on it.
The Princess got change, picking the practical outfit. Jasper nodded approvingly, "Wonderful, I'll sure Master Elliot will approve. Perhaps you should make your way to him now."
The Princess nodded and was about to exit her chambers when Jasper called, "Oh and I would recommend avoiding your brother today. King Logan is rumored to be in a foul mood. Have a good day madam."
"You too. Bye Jasper," the Princess said as she left her room. She walked down the staircase, and the guards on duty gave her a salute, "My Princess." She liked how the guards were always respectful, and in turn she was respectful too.
"Derek, John," she nodded back. She continued down towards the gardens, with the gardeners and servants bowing in respect, "Greetings my Princess."
She found Elliot standing in the back of the garden, and she bounded over to greet him. Her dog reached him first.
"So, you finally decided to impress me huh?" Elliot lightly teased. The Princess responded by kissing him.
"Well, how's that then?" she giggled. Elliot chuckled, "That's quite satisfactory. You win again." he suddenly had a serious expression on his face.
"I thought you'd never get up. Did Jasper tell you I wanted to speak with you?" he asked. The Princess grew concerned.
"Yes. Did something happen?" she asked. Elliot looked around nervously, "I'm not sure, but everyone seems to be upset with your brother. More than usual." The couple walked over to the garden balcony to look out over the city.
"It's even worse in the city. You hear such terrible stories. Listen; they say a factory worker was executed this morning. I'm sure it's only a rumor, but you can imagine how the people are talking. The staff in the castle are anxious; I told them you'd speak to them." Elliot stepped away and faced the Princess with a pleading look, "Will you do that? I'm afraid of what might happen if someone doesn't calm things down."
The Princess shrugged, "If you think it will help."
"I do. They may fear the king, but they still care for their Princess," Elliot assured. He held out his hand, "So, my good Princess, may I have your hand and escort you to the castle? Everyone's waiting for you."
The Princess took hold of Elliot's hand and walked back towards the castle, to the kitchens. They continued talking about the incident on the way to the kitchen.
"I can't believe your brother would actually have a worker executed. But, he's changed so much recently. He looks so tired all the time," Elliot said in concern. The Princess shrugged, not knowing what to say.
"Oh, I told Sir Walter about the little speech. He'll be there to support you. I can't imagine this place without him," Elliot added. They stopped just outside the door to listen to the servants' conversation.
"I heard all he did was stand up for one of the kids working in the factory," Jason said. Poppy looked frightened, "Who knows where it ends. Next thing you know it's one of us that's-"
"Quit your gossiping now! And straighten those bloody clothes," the Steward ordered. He turned around to see he had company. He bowed, "Ah, your Majesty. It's such an honor to have you here today. The staff are convened to hear your words. Whenever you're ready."
The Princess took a deep breath and began her speech, "You have all been through some difficult times. And the king has too, preoccupied to treat you as he should. But I ask you to ignore any wild rumors you may hear. I promise I will talk to my brother about improving conditions for both you and your families outside the castle. Thank you."
Sir Walter had walked down the stairs, and he marveled at how the staff looked up to the Princess. He strutted over to her, "You call that a royal speech? You didn't shout, you didn't threaten, and you were far too reasonable." The Princess was wondering if he was serious until he laughed, "It was bloody marvelous. Right, ready for today's training?"
"Take good care of her Walter!" Elliot called. The Princess walked over to Walter's side.
"I suppose you've heard the rumors then," Walter started off. The Princess nodded sadly.
"Well, I'm afraid they're quite true. Who knows what your brother will do next. In the meantime, the mood in the castle is getting more uneasy by the day. I think you have a knack for reaching out to people. The staff looked up to you like a leader," Walter told her. They reached the front entrance of the castle, and they saw a crowd.
"A lot of people to see your brother today. Poor sods," Walter said sadly. The Princess agreed. It panged her heart to see the people like this: starving, freezing, homeless, unemployed.
A bloke was in front of the crowd, trying to wave us down, "Sir Walter! What a stroke of luck! Will you be so kind as to sign my petition? Too many people are suffering on our streets and the king does nothing. He must be made to care."
"Very well, but I'm just an old soldier. I doubt my name would mean anything," Walter replied. He looked towards the Princess, "But perhaps the Princess here would care to help you out."
The man turned to the Princess, eyes full of hope, "Oh, that would be wonderful, your Majesty. It would be the greatest honor." He held the clipboard in front of the Princess, who was willing to do something.
"I'd be happy to sign," she said with a small smile, signing her name of the clipboard.
"Thank you, my Princess. Your support will make all the difference; I'm sure of it," the man said in relief. The Princess handed the quill back to the man and continued with Walter.
"That was one courageous move. I doubt it'll make a difference, but maybe your brother will finally realize that you have a mind of your own," he said. They entered the combat room, filled with swords and other weapons.
"Let's see you put it to good use in the combat room, come on! You have made good progress these past few weeks, but today isn't about training. I want you to fight me, as if your life depended on it. One day, the people of Albion are going to need you. I have to find out just how ready you are. Alright, grab a sword," Walter ordered.
The Princess grabbed a sword from the rack on the wall and waited for the order to fight.
"Now, fight!" Walter commanded. The Princess danced around him, getting several good strikes in.
"Very good!" he praised, wincing as the sword hit him. It wouldn't kill him, but she could still give him some pains.
"Do you remember of the stories I used to tell you, of your mother, the old Hero Queen? Remember what you would say afterward?" Walter asked as he parried a strike from the Princess.
"Teach me to be a Hero," she recalled. Walter chuckled, "Every time. But I've done my best. Now, I need you to do your best. Strike me!" he ordered.
The Princess narrowed her light green eyes, spun around, and swung her sword. Walter parried it, only to see his sword shatter.
"Haha! You only went and broke it, look! Am I a great teacher or what?" he chuckled. He turned serious.
"But listen; there's something-" he was cut off by the doors bursting open. It was Elliot, and he looked worried.
"Walter, you have to come quick! Both of you!" he shouted. Walter immediately had his guard up, "What's wrong?"
"Outside the castle. It looks like a demonstration," Elliot answered. Walter grimaced, "This is not good."
They walked over to the front of the castle, and the Princess gasped at the sight. There was a huge crowd out front, and they were not pleased at all.
"They're right outside the castle grounds. I've never seen so many people out there," Elliot explained. Walter groaned, "Balls! I should've known this would happen. I don't think they know what your brother is capable of. This isn't going to end well."
The Princess could only stare out the window at the mob. Walter put a hand on her shoulder, "It's been a long time since Logan listened to me, but I should find him. Stay here; we still have something important to discuss," he told her. Walter left them, and went up the stairs to find Logan.
After he left, Elliot and the Princess looked at each other. Elliot spoke first, "We can't let him kill all those people. You're his sister, perhaps he'll listen to you. We have to do something."
He motioned over to the guards, "Look, the guards are leaving. We have to go find Walter."
The Princess led the way, "They must be in the War Room."
"Then let's get there before anyone sees us," Elliot replied. They ran down the far end of the hall, past the Throne Room. They found the War Room, and to their surprise, it was unlocked. Elliot looked through the keyhole.
"Quick, you can see them," he whispered to the Princess. She joined him and saw Walter.
"Think about what you're doing Logan," he warned. Logan was very cross with him, "I'm protecting the interests of the people; do not question me again!" He turned to one of the guards inside.
"You will shoot to kill. Start with the ringleaders, and if necessary continue with the crowd," Logan ordered.
"This is madness. You can't do this," Walter protested. A soldier came up and jammed the butt of his rifle into the back of Walter's knee. He fell, grimacing.
"Never tell me what I can't do," Logan growled.
"Walter," Elliot whispered. It pained the Princess to see her mentor get hurt like that.
"Maybe we can talk to him. We can't let him kill all those people. We have to do something," Elliot pleaded. The Princess nodded, "You're right on that."
She pushed open the door and strolled into the War Room. Logan looked at her in slight surprise.
"What are you doing here? The War Room is no place for a child. Leave now," he ordered. The Princess stood her ground.
"I'm here to stop you. You can't kill all those people," she said defiantly.
"Perhaps you think you should be making these decisions. Very well then, I'll give you a chance," Logan said silkily. He made a slight motion with his hand, and the guards took hold of them.
"Bring my sister and her friend to the Throne Room," Logan ordered. The Princess and Elliot were forced into the Throne Room.
The guards were extremely rude, shoving them along.
"Move!" one of them barked at Elliot.
"I'm going," he shot back. He was shoved, hard, and fell onto the ground, "What?"
The Princess crouched beside him to help him up, "Leave him alone!"
"I'm alright, I'm alright," Elliot reassured. The Princess squeezed his hand, "Don't worry; whatever happens I'll make sure we get through this together."
Logan sat on the Throne, sliding sideways.
"Today, you have disappointed me beyond belief, betrayed by my own blood," he sneered. The Princess marched to him, defiance in her light eyes.
"Punishment must be forced on those who can't obey," Logan continued, rising from his Throne.
"Punish me then," the Princess challenged. Logan looked at her, "You are no longer a child, and it is time I stopped treating you as one. Do you really wish to save those traitors? You shall have your chance."
Logan motioned to the group of people standing by the doors.
"These are the ringleaders of the violent mob. Who will be punished, them, or this boy? The punishment is death," he stated. Elliot narrowed his eyes, "No, this cannot be."
"You're the Princess, decide," Logan taunted. The Princess shook her head furiously, "No, I won't do this!"
"You Majesty, Logan, please," Walter pleaded.
"If you can't decide, then I will. They will all be executed. Tell me; what are you willing to sacrifice to do the right thing?" Logan asked.
"Choose me. You can't let those people die. Choose me," Elliot pleaded, trying to get the Princess's attention.
The Princess stood in front of Logan, her mind swirling. The last thing she wanted to do was have the love of her life die, but at the same time she didn't want to condemn innocents to death.
She looked solemnly at Elliot. She had chosen him.
"Thank you, thank you," the townspeople breathed in relief. Elliot held the Princess's face, "It's alright; you did what you had to do. Never forget what he's done. And remember, that I love you."
"Take the boy away, kill him now," Logan ordered. The Princess clenched a fist, "I will never forgive you for this."
"Good, then you'll never forget it. Escort my sister to her chambers, now," Logan ordered, a triumphant sneer on his face.
The Princess leaned over the dresser in her quarters, crying. Jasper tried to comfort her, "You mustn't be so hard on yourself madam. I don't think any of us knew how far he had fallen into madness."
"I have to do something. I can't just stay here," the Princess replied, her green eyes leaking.
"You're not." They turned around to see Walter enter her quarters.
"We leave the castle tonight. This kingdom needs nothing less than a revolution. It's time to see if you're ready," he continued.
"Ready for what?" the Princess asked.
"To be your mother's daughter," Walter answered. The Princess wiped her eyes and walked over to Walter, "I am."
"Come on; we leave now," Walter beckoned.
"Very well, I'll pack some essentials," Jasper said, moving towards a pair of suitcases.
"There's no time; we take nothing," Walter stopped him. Jasper looked in disbelief, "Not even…pajamas?"
"Oh come on!" Walter hurried.
"Don't worry madam, I shall follow where ever you go," Jasper said confidently.
"I should've done something in the Throne Room; I should've stopped him," Walter hissed as they ran in the rain.
"All you would've accomplished would have been your own death," Jasper pointed out.
"Still, perhaps I should've taken you away sooner," Walter sighed.
"Where are we going? I thought we were leaving the castle," the Princess mused as they ran into the garden. The torrential rain didn't help with visibility.
"We are, but there is something we must do first," Walter informed. He led the way towards a catacomb in the gardens. The Princess recognized it as the burial sight of her mother.
"It's time we paid our respects to Albion's last Hero," Walter said, bowing his head.
"I never thought I'd enter this place again," Jasper muttered.
"You should have known better," Walter scoffed. They entered, and the tomb of her mother was there, along with a massive statue of her.
"The night your mother died; I promised her I would bring you here, when you were old enough and strong enough. The world has been too long without a Hero. I'm hoping it will have one soon," Walter said. He reached into part of the statue's base and pushed. The chains on the statue moved, and the hands fell down to reveal a seal of some kind.
"This is your mother's most prized possession: the Guild Seal. It chooses those that have power; those that have the potential to become legends. Take it," Walter ordered. The Princess picked up the Guild Seal, "Is something supposed to happen?"
All of a sudden, the seal glowed gold, and the Princess found herself in a new place.
The Road to Rule
The Princess didn't know what to expect. What she didn't count on was a weird woman with a red cloak on standing in front on her.
"Who are you?" the Princess asked.
"I am Theresa, the Seer of the Spire. I guided your mother in her greatest conquest, but you and another have an even greater destiny," the woman answered.
"Another? What do you mean?" the Princess asked.
"Amy, don't worry. Ah, speak of the Devil, here she is," Theresa said. Beside Amy, a second female appeared, and she looked cross.
"Will someone please explain how the fuck I got here!?" she yelled. She stared at Theresa, "Who the bloody hell are you? What is this place?"
"You are in the land of Albion, Serah. And my name is Theresa," the seer informed.
"Sorry, didn't catch that bit. I was on Reach just a minute ago!" Serah yelled in confusion.
"Well, you were transported by a Guild Seal, weren't you?" Theresa asked. Serah held up the item that had brought her there.
"Are you telling me I'm in a different world?" she asked slowly. Theresa nodded, "Yes. You are here because you are also a Hero."
Serah rolled her eyes, "Don't flatter me."
"You were the only one to activate that seal. You have a certain power inside of your blood," Theresa told her. Serah looked down, and realized her armor was gone.
"Where did my armor go!?" she shrieked. She had worked hard for that Mark V armor, and now it was gone.
Theresa had clearly had enough of this, and she motioned over to the two chests beside her," Both of you, come here. These gauntlets will channel the power inside you. put them on."
Amy and Serah looked at each other, shrugged, and put them on. An orange light glowed from their hands.
"Use this to get out of the tomb. This is basic magic that you should be able to use," Theresa instructed. There was another flash of bright light, and both young women were transported back to Albion.
Land of Albion
Serah and Amy arrived back in Albion, and were confused. Even more confused were Jasper and Walter.
"Amy, who is this?" Walter asked.
"I'm Lieutenant Serah B-312," Serah answered. Walter shook his head, "Anyway, do you feel any different?"
I dunno," Amy shrugged.
"Try casting a spell. That's supposed to be our only way out of here," Walter suggested. Amy and Serah looked at each other, shrugged, and let their hands glow orange. They both cast a Fire spell, and the door opened.
"I knew you were a Hero!" Walter yelled gleefully. Serah sighed, "This is one loooooong day.
A/N: And finally, it's the end of the first chapter! I know it is really fucking long, but I wanted to get the dialogue from the Fable 3 cut scenes right. I think I did anyway. Most of the chapters will be rather long, so stay with me. Review?
Ja