A/N Hey guys! So, I've played Fable 3 quite a few times now, and I have gathered quite a few ideas for oneshots. This is just what I think Logan must have had on his mind as he traveled back from Aurora.


The cold night wind combines with the bitterness of the sea to form an icy wind. The moon shines down upon the mild waves that are lapping against the side of the ship. It's late into the night, and only a small handful of the crew is still awake. Most were beneath the deck, sheltering themselves from the cold and praying to the gods that they would make it home to see their families one more time. Two or three others are on the deck looking out for storms or other dangers that we might face on the journey back to Albion.

The wind claws at my skin through my clothes and armor, but I do not feel the icy bite. I can only feel the turmoil that has been settling itself in the pit of my stomach since I saw my own men slayed in the caves of Aurora. With the blink of an eye half of my men had been brutally killed by those things. I watched helplessly as my entire fleet of soldiers were torn apart, their screams now every waking hour of my life.

I'm not sure how I managed to escape those caves, nor how the native people of Aurora found me lying in the vast sand dunes. I owe my life to them, and I vowed to return with more soldiers and protection from the creature they call the Crawler. The night before I was to begin the journey back to Albion, I was meet by the vision of a blind seer. She told me that the threat of the Crawler would come to Albion in five years time. The attack would be swift and fierce, and could potentially wipe out the entirety of my kingdom. Preparations would have to be made to ensure the future of my country, and those preparations would require much sacrifice from the people.

Sacrifices that nobody would willingly make, I'm sure. I needed money to raise an army to battle the crawler. It's the only chance of survival. I would raise taxes, mine natural resources, and do anything else that could be profitable. Would all of this be enough to raise the insane amount of gold needed though? I have my doubts, but I happen to know few men who would be more than happy to help me gather what gold I could from other means.

This will take none other than a tyrant, hated by all of the people. If this is what I have to become in order to keep what I can of my kingdom alive, so be it. Albion will bend to my will, or it shall perish. I can already feel the numbness creeping it's way inside of my very soul.


A/N I know it's short, but I really just wanted to write this. Let me know what you think, and stay awesome guys!