Author's Notes:

Meijin lightus: Thanks

Baby Mama Valkyria : I know there aren't many people reading. And Walter was my choice too. I just wanted to see what you guys thought. Its more of a confermation on the tear level you want the sequel to be.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, read and review.

Chapter 11 – The first lesson of Skill.

"Are you sure about this?" Sparrow frowned. She watched as some maids lined up some empty bottles on a wall.

"I am sure this is how everyone started out using a gun." Reaver said

"Yeah, but I know how to use it, I am just terrible at it. And this just seems a little childish too me." Sparrow told him.

"Well, if you think you are better than the basics, there are always Hollowmen in Wraithmarsh." Reaver told her, Sparrow shut up. There was no way she would want to train in Wraithmarsh, just thinking of the place gave her goosebumps.

"I'll stick with the basics…" She muttered sourly.

"Good, So, show me you current skill with ranged weapons." Reaver stepped back to watch her. Sparrow sighed and drew her gun. She raised it and aimed, closing one eye as she did. "And I already see the issue." Reaver said

"You do?" Sparrow looked at him surprised.

"Don't close your eyes, you need them both." Reaver stated. "you can aim better with your two eyes on your target. Give it a try." Sparrow nodded, raising her gun again, she kept her eyes on the bottle she want to hit, and carefully aimed. She fired, the bullet shattered the glass, her eyes widened.

"I did it!" She muttered amazed that it actually worked.

"Well done, now the rest." Reaver said. Sparrow happily took out the bottles, by the end of it she was grinning ear to ear.

"I actually did it!" she laughed.

"Now we just need to work on building up your skill, until you can fire without having to look at your target." Reaver said

"Come one, that's impossible." Sparrow smiled at him. Reaver looked at her, her smiled faltered. "You can do it, can't you?" He nodded. "Man, my skill looks lame compared to yours." She sighed

"Of course, I have had more time to perfect it." Reaver replied. "Soon enough, you will get the hang of it. A hero has the natural ability to fight, you will learn it in no time."

"If you say so." Sparrow said. After several more rounds of shooting bottles off the wall, Reaver let her go off as he had work to do. She grabbed Quicksilver, and put on a long coat which covered her weapons and then raced into town hoping to find Walter again, Reaver ran at her side. She wondered the streets hoping to bump into him again. She received many strange looks from the towns folk. Of course, she was an outsider to them, it was natural that they didn't trust her. Sparrow heard a bird cry, and she looked up too see a bird of prey. Her eyes widen, she never got to see any around Bowerstone, so it was her first sighting of one. She followed it to the docks where it sat on top of a ship mast. She marvelled at it's silk looking feathers.

"You an animal sort of girl?" She heard a voice, she looked to see Walter walking towards her.

"Do I really need to answer that?" She asked, he looked at her dog and chuckled.

"Probably not." He looked at the bird. "Look's like a red kite."

"Cool." Sparrow smiled. "So, have you always lived in Bloodstone?" She asked

"Yep, born and raised." Walter nodded. "But…" Sparrow looked at him. "I would like to get out of here. It's one for one here. We fight for ourselves, and I don't want to lead the life of a thug."

"I see what you mean. I always wanted to travel since I was younger, and then I found out it was sort of my destiny too. Once I am finished training. I will need to go on a search to find someone, I will get to travel Albion by foot." Sparrow smiled. "I am looking forward for that day."

"Can I join you? When you leave, I mean." Walter asked, Sparrow looked at him. "I am pretty handy with a sword, if that will help you in anyway."

"Only if I can test you?" Sparrow smiled.

"Test my swordsman ship? Are you learning ranged weapons?" Walter frowned. Sparrow grinned, and drew Quicksilver, Walter's eyes widened.

"I am a natural swordswoman. Best to come from Bowerstone, but what else do you expect from an Archonic hero." Sparrow grinned.

"An Archonic hero? I thought…" Walter began.

"Appreantly, it was foretold a hero would be born when Albion is in danger." Sparrow told him.

"So, Albion is in danger?" Walter said. Sparrow nodded.

"Is there anywhere private we can talk?" She asked

"Well, no one goes up there." Walter pointed up to a hill. "It's the road to Wraithmarsh, but we can talk there, and not actually go into that place."

"Well, as long as we don't go into Wraithmarsh." Sparrow nodded. Walter lead her up there, Sparrow lent on the fence watching as the sun reflected off the surface of the sea.

"Nice view, isn't it?" Walter said

"Yeah. Anyway. Yes, Albion is in danger. Though, I don't fully explain what could possibly be planned. All I do know is Lord Lucien is trying to rebuild a place known as the spire, and it was said he would be stopped by four heroes. One of Skill, one of strength and one of Will. But it joined with something foretold after the fall of the guild, about a descendant of the hero of Oakvale begin born when Albion is need of a hero. That hero, is me. I have met the Hero of Will, Garth, and Reaver, who is the hero of Skill. I am still looking for the hero of strength." Sparrow explained

"Wow, bit much for a kid though." Walter muttered "I don't think I could cope with Albion rest on my shoulders."

"Well, I guess I have been prepared for it all my life. I had an older sister, we were orphaned and living on the streets of Bowerstone old town. I used my strength to help out carrying crates to earn a little money for me and my sister to live off. But, she was killed when I was seven, but Lord Lucien, who also tried to kill me." Sparrow placed a hand over the place she had been shot. "I lived and was raised by the people of Bowerstone. Once I learnt how to use Will, I began training in sword fighting and my Will abilities. So, I am already a force to be reckoned with, well, that's what Bowerstone says. I want to protect them all. The family that took care of me, which is why I can't let it bother me." Walter watched her.

"Well, you can't do it alone. I will be happy to help. I may not be a powerful hero. But, I can be a friend, if you would like." Walter said. Sparrow smiled and nodded.

"A friend would be great." Sparrow smiled, she looked back out to see and her face fell. "on no…"

"What…what is that?" Walter frowned. Sparrow grabbed his arm.

"That thing is sent by Lucien to Collect heroes. It's here for Reaver, lets go!" Sparrow began racing down the hill.

"You are making no sense, what is that?" Walter yelled, running after her.

"I have no idea." She replied.

"Great, run head first to an unknown thing to fight it." Walter sighed, but tried his best to catch up with her. She went to manor first to warn Reaver. The Pirate king looked at the two teens in front of him, catching their breath.

"So, that thing is here again…" He mused. Sparrow sighed.

"Yes, if you take care of the army it brings, I can take care of that creey creature and the floaty thing again." Sparrow said

"Or, you can use it as a training execise." Reaver told her, Sparrow stopped.

"I don't like that look." Walter muttered.

"Got a good point, it would be a useful thing to use as a way of training my heroic abilities. And he will probably send more if this one does bring you back…" Sparrow said, thoughtfully. "Come on Walter, lets see your swordmanship." She walked out of the study, Walter followed her.

"Why are you dragging me into this fight and not him!" He complained loudly. Reaver frowned, wondering how Sparrow would react if he placed a bullet in the boy's head.