Finally got around to writing another chapter.
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mozz-girl (The Beast!)
I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far. :) As for your question; yes I do swap in Cause of Death characters for Fable Characters. However, some characters like Logan, Walter, Jasper, Sabine, and Saker are actual characters from the game. And because I really want Amy to come into the story, I'm going to make her own character. Here's the original character list if you're interested.
Mal-Prince/Hero (Main, only playable character.)
Natara-Page
Oscar-Ben Finn
Joe Bartaugh-Sergeant Jammy
Ken-Major Swift
Maria-Kalin
Kai-Hobson (I'm excited about his character; though he doesn't come until the last few chapters.)
Sandra-Elise
Thanks for reviewing!
I'm going to have one more chapter in the cave and then we'll move onto to Aurora, which will be about one chapter. Back to Albion and the huge battle; one chapter. And continuing from there, maybe three chapters. So six more chapters, hopefully. I'm sure most of them will be pretty lengthy. Oh well.
Like I told Molly, I do swap out characters from the actual game with Cause of Death characters.
That's all for today! I'll try to update Family Relations ASAP! Thank you for staying strong! :)
"Walter!" Mal cried out, dropping to his knees, feeling the ground to find his friend. He made contact with his hand and worked his way to his face before slapping it, trying to awaken the old soldier. "Get up! Get up!"
Your friend is blind.
Mal looked into the darkness above him. It was that same voice. "Who are you?"
A friend...An enemy...A messenger...Your Master.
"Where are you?" Mal asked. It was impossible to actually see where this thing could be. It could be his mind playing tricks, or it could be right next to him.
Walter groaned lightly as he regained consciousness. Mal sighed in relief and helped him up. "Walter," he began, but the soldier interrupted him.
"We've got to get out of here," he said quickly.
"I know," Mal agreed, "but what was that?"
"Does it sound like I want to know, Boy?" Walter growled and he took the Prince's hand and walked forward, placing his free hand against the wall, that soon led into a corridor. The two bolted into it, not daring to light another torch or whisper another word.
When light became apparent, Walter sighed in relief.
"I think we're almost out of here," he said and Mal shrugged. He couldn't be too sure. He didn't feel anything that could have indicated that they were getting closer to an exit. There was only light; an element that could be easily imitated by torches. If they were unlucky —and most of the time they were— They would still be stuck.
Walter ran around the corner, dragging Mal behind him and stopped almost instantly. They had entered a large room. They were standing on a balcony-like bridge that was cut off from a bridge that was on the other side of the room. Mal could barely make out a lever ahead. Sand covered the floor below.
"We're doomed," Walter concluded. "Yup! We're going to live here for the rest of our lives and Albion is going to fall into Logan's clutches!"
"Don't talk like that," Mal scolded and he looked over the edge of the balcony. It wasn't a long drop down; maybe twenty feet. Walter definitely wouldn't survive the jump, but he could because of his hero blood. "Look, you stay up here," Mal commanded quickly. He surveyed the scene once more and saw a flight of stairs leading to the top of the second bridge. "I'll take those stairs and pull that lever. If I'm right, it should help you cross over."
"I'm not letting you go alone," Walter growled. "Especially with that thing roaming around."
"The jump will kill you, Walter," Mal sighed. "I'll only be a minute. I have my sword and gun ready for use, anyway. I'll be fine. Just keep that torch lit." Mal didn't wait to hear Walter protest. Instead, he hopped down, crashing into the sand. He rolled back to his feet and started hiking up the stairs.
"You almost there?" Walter shouted, shielding the flame.
"Almost," Mal replied. He was already panting, and he didn't even think he was halfway up. What if the thing comes. You won't be able to fend for yourself.
Mal shook away the bad thoughts. Right now, he needed to focus on getting Walter over safely and getting the hell out of this cave.
You're too late, Young Hero!
Mal stopped running and looked around. "Walter!" he called out, thinking it was his friend who had spoken.
"Yeah?" he replied.
"Did you say anything?"
"Aside from answering you, nothing else."
Mal looked around anxiously. Crap. "Just stay put, Walter! I'm almost there!"
You think you're a hero. Logan was a hero. He abandoned his men when I ran into them. He made it alive to Aurora. You don't have a chance.
Mal covered his ears. "Stop it," he muttered. "Stop talking to me!"
You're in my territory now, foolish prince. You've killed your friend!
Across the room, Walter let out a very unmanly like shriek as the torch lit died. Mal gasped and ran to the top of the stairs. He conjured up a small, flickering flame and held it outwards, trying to find his friend. Nothing.
You're. Next.
"WALTER!" Mal shouted. Only his echo replied. "WALTER! ANSWER ME!"
Behind him, Mal heard a crackling hiss. He flipped around and did the first thing that came to mind; threw his light source at the intruder.
The thing lit up in a pillar of bright, orange flames, illuminating the whole room. It looked like a huge, plump worm with crab feet coming from both sides. It's face was a human skull. It even had a stinger, much like a bee's. Mal felt like throwing up.
The thing screeched as it began to melt away. Mal ran past it and conjured another small ball of fire. If he had just killed the thing then Walter might be close.
He ran down several corridors, almost ready to collapse. He forced himself to stay focused though. For Walter.
Without much warning, he found himself in an even bigger room than the last. He stood higher than everyone else; like a kind. Below him was a wide arena with stone steps leading to a podium. Sand covered patches of the floor and large bronze statues of knights stood in line by the podium, guarding their treasure; Walter.