Fable: Resurrection
Prologue
Scythe was confused. Minutes before the weary Ranger had stumbled from the Bronze Gate, Avo's Tear burning ever brightly in His giant hand – at this point, Scythe had expected some sort of comment regarding the final death of Jack of Blades. Instead, the hero had simply waved his hand and disappeared in a flash of blue light. Sighing, Scythe realized that the mind of the greatest hero in Albion had finally broke.
As the ancient turned towards his home in Snowspire, a crackling noise sounded from deep within Scythe's clothes, warning of the Guildmasters request for attention.
"Scythe, I think it would be best if you ventured beyond the Bronze Gate, I'm afraid our hero has…"
"He has survived, friend. I saw him just minutes ago, what makes you say he is dead?"
"The guild seal we gave him, its de-activated – why would the defender of Albion do such a thing?"
"Perhaps he is tired of this world – remember, his life has been one of torment, we all deserve retirement when its due."
"What should we do, Scythe, tell the world that the mayor of Bowerstone, slayer of Balverines has deserted us? It might've been better were he dead.."
"I did not think of it like that – yes, it might be better to fake his death, than to start a riot – do as you wish, Guildmaster, I my self will retire in Snowspire for some time, there is much still to learn."
And so, for 800 years, the only reminder of Rune the defiant, were those sung in the songs all over the vast lands of Albion..
Authors Notes:
I know, its not a lot at the moment, and it could of been written better, but I needed to get all (or, some) of my ideas onto "paper", so to speak. If you have any suggestions, positive or otherwise, please feel free to write a review.