OK, It has been decided. My update day will be Tuesday and Thursday. Most because I have a large break in the morning. I am in college at 8:00, give or take a few minutes. and my first lesson is at 11:50. So, the time in between is my updating time on Tuesday and between 8:00 and 10:45 on Tuesday. Now, Hawk is in the past. The next few chapters are going to be based on her lesson and Self studies-and a few days off. All the info in these chapters I got from Fable Wiki. So, they deserve most of the credit for the chapter.

Thanks for your review Sara. Don't worry, I will be updating weekly from now on. Hopefully.

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Now, I have a few more villains and future plot lines I may use in future. I want to know if you have any ideas for adventures Hawk could go on. hope you enjoy it. R&R

Chapter 7 - the founding of the guild

"Now, everyone take notes for this lesson." The guild master said. We all got out paper and quills. I looked over at Chase, he grinned back. "Today's lesson is about the foundation of the guild..."

After the collapse of the Old Kingdom, the remaining population of Albion fell into isolation. Distance bred suspicion, which grew into bloodshed. Soon villagers were doing unspeakable things for fresh water, food or even women of child-bearing age. Whilst mercenaries lived quite happily, selling their sword to the vast paranoid sea of vindictive people. Albion was brought to its knees, edging very close to extinction. Then, out of the East, hope arrived in the most unusual of forms - a bandit, by the name of Nostro.

In his youth, Nostro was a bandit and mercenary, driven by an ambition to leave his mark on the world. He was giant of a man, who was not at ease without sword in his iron grip. However, he was not without a sense of decency, but didn't reach full potential until he met a wise old man named Scythe. He seemed to appear out of nowhere and took a profound interest in Nostro - for he saw something in Nostro, something more than a mere bandit. Nostro, unknowingly, possessed the power that all the Archon's descendants shared. So, Scythe hatched a plan: if he could properly guide Nostro, this bandit could achieve great things. He might even once again unite Albion and undo the damage done by the first Archon's and his children. And so Scythe began to tutor Nostro in how to be a leader of men.

Following Scythe's counsel, Nostro set about returning security and prosperity to Albion. First, he gathered men and women throughout Albion and established the Guild, where they could train to become real Heroes. Meanwhile Scythe tutored Nostro in the ways of Will. Using his new found power, along with Scythe's sage counsel, Nostro forced peace on the warring people of Albion. Thus, the Guild of Heroes was born. For a time, it seemed that Albion might return to its former greatness, but those hopes were in vain.

Despite Scythe's teachings, Nostro increasingly fell under the sway of a power-hungry courtesan named Magdalena. In time, she corrupted Nostro to the point where the Arena, intended to be a venue in which anyone could settle disputes in public, was debased into a source of popular entertainment and the Heroes' Guild became nothing more than a house of mercenaries driven by lust for profit and fame. These developments disgusted Scythe, who could only watch as Nostro and the Guild fell into disrepute. Finally he vanished, leaving Nostro to his fate.

Near the end of his life, Nostro could finally see how power had corrupted him, and how far short he had fallen of his youthful ideas. By then his followers and even his wife had long since abandoned him. Isolated, he was easy prey for an assassin who slipped poison into his food. Nostro knew that he was dying. He called out for Scythe, and his old mentor came to sit vigil with him in his final hours. Scythe with warm affection of the good things Nostro had done in his life. Finally, at peace with himself, Nostro died with the dawn's first light and was then buried in Lychfield Graveyard. Scythe disappeared shortly thereafter.

Even with the death of its first leader, however, the Guild continued to thrive and lived on, expanding in both structure and members.

Not much is known of the Guild's history between the time of Nostro and Weaver, but it is known that in his youth Weaver, together with a cluster of Heroes, Maze among them, rebelled against the previous Guild regime, and its resolution of offering only virtuous Quests. Much blood was spilled in this short revolt in the name of freedom, leaving the number of Heroes, already rare in a world of diminishing Will presence, at its lowest for centuries. Once again Scythe reappeared and proposed Weaver as the new Guildmaster, seeing in him the serene and impartial man he would become. Someone who would leave the moral destiny of all future acolytes in their own hands. Under his leadership, Heroes were free to align themselves however they wished...

"Now!" The class jumped "Any questions?"

"Does that mean you're Weaver?" Chase asked

"Indeed. I am Weaver." The guild master nodded, I frowned slightly. Scythe...I had heard that name before.

"Hawk?" I looked up, the guild master was watching me "You look as if you are full of questions.."

"Only one...but I would rather do some research for it before asking such a question." I told him

"Very well, It is always best to seek out answers for yourselves." Guild master smiled " That is it for today. You may go." Chase, Whisper and I headed out to the special training arena, that was made for Kaida. She was just coming out, her eyes a blaze with anger.

"Kaida..." Whisper asked, suddenly some guys ran out.

"Not them again..." Chase sighed, I watched as I finished putting my paper in my bag.

"Hey, Drago. Your dad kill or harm anyone recently? Or any new men on your mom's list of decent paying men?" One asked, Kaida turned on them, I jumped in.

"Hey, you should keep your mouths closed." I warned them.

"Hey, you're that girl who kicked Kaida's butt!" They looked back at Whisper and Chase. "You need to make some seriously better friends though. People will start thinking you're a weakily like..." he didn't get a chance to finish. I knocked him to the ground? One of his friends jumped at me. I dodged, grabbing him by the back of his hooded guild uniform and slamed him against a wall. Everyone watched.

"How can you be so strong?" The guy asked, He struggled to try to push himself from the wall. I heard people wishing he was a hero of strength that was weaker then a will user.

"All descendants of the Archon are blessed with all three abilities." I answered simply "Now, unless you and your friends want me to cause serious damage, you'd best leave my friends and I it?"

"Yes!" He nodded, I let him go. Him and his friends ran off. Some heroes who had watched cheered.I smiled at Kaida.

"you okay?" I asked

"You never cease to amaze me." Kaida smiled. I chuckled.

"Now we have felt with the guild bullies...any one fancy coming to the mess hall with me?" Chase looked at us.

"Chase! Don't you ever think of anything other then your stomach?" Whisper asked

"Well, I'm a growing hero! I need as much food as I can!" Chase did the hero pose. His arm muscles were kept obvious. Whisper blushed. Kaida and I looked at each other, and smirked.

"Well, let's get lunch. " I laughed, we headed to the mess hall laughing.