Most of the structures, buildings, and landmarks are basically the Hero's Guild in the first Fable except for a few new things. Also, about the spells, it pisses me off that in Fable 2 there are at least half of the skills, monsters, and game time compared to the first Fable! Remember Bargate Prison? I do more than anything, because it was a pain in the ass to do! Remember the onslaught of side quests? Remember all the time it took to master ONE spell? Also I distinctly remember a main antagonist that you see frequently and can actually fight… JACK OF BLADES! I mean, come ON! Lucien is the worst antagonist ever! Well, sorry for droning on about the disappointments of Fable II, but here is chapter 13!

Chapter 13: I hate school

I had a great sleep, but an awful wake up call. "Wake up apprentices!" Christopher banged a pot in my ear. "It's too early."

"You're an apprentice now, so get up and I'll be your guide." He squinted his eyes even tighter. "Get up." I didn't want to get him angry, so I got up and hurried to put on some robes. "Follow me to breakfast." He strode off, leaving me to catch up. I limped as fast as I could, but barely kept his fast pace. We walked down a stairway to the mess hall. "When the first Guild was destroyed, some ruins remained. We've tried our absolute best to replicate the former Guild." Chris explained. "The only real part left of the guild is the Chamber of Fate and you have to go through about a mile of tunnels to get there." I nodded whenever he passed out random facts like on how the Guild master was trying to create a way to make a Demon Door to earn a high ranking of a Hero. It is important because," I stopped paying attention. I was busy eating some decent food. Soup, bread, sandwiches, and even a chicken leg! "Do you get this food every day?"

"Yes but-"

"AWESOME!" I gulped down all my food. He sighed. "Let's go see if your weapons are as special as you are."

We walked to a large room, filled with books and scrolls. Two large tables were surrounded by chairs. "This is the Archives. Every quest, legend, and piece of history is listed here." His hands rose up. Christopher scurried up a ladder and threw down a large book. "That's the weapons lore book." I had to use both my arms to pick it up. As soon as I set it onto a table, Christopher came down. "Now, let's see these weapons." He examined the white blade. He studied the book for a few minutes. "This is… unknown to the book." I raised my eyebrow. "I thought you said that all the weapons were listed here?"

"They are, it's probably just a blade someone forged in a remote town or something." He picked up the black blade. "The only sword that this one could be is the Maelstrom, but we have no idea where that sword is." He shook his head. I snatched the black blade and took the white one. "Wait… one light and one dark. Let's see the book again." He studied the book a few more minutes and left me to walk around the Archives. I ran my finger among tons of books that decorated the shelves like a thick blanket. It wasn't long though, until I heard his voice again.

"Hey! Get over here, this is really important!" he yelled. I was at his side and he pointed his forefinger at a grey sword that was richly illustrated. "These two swords… they're actually Twinblade's!"

"Who the hell is that?"

"Was. Twinblade was a bandit king. He lived in the time of Jack slayer. He didn't have arms, but instead he had blades. Before he was a bandit king he was a hero. Apparently he helped Jack slayer's sister, Theresa."

"So you're saying…"

"Yes. You are carrying the arms of a bandit king." I shuddered at the thought. "Ironic." I muttered. I strapped the sword(s) onto my back. "Now this rifle… it's very weird. There are no records of even sighting this weapon." I shrugged. "Can we start training now?"

"Fine, follow me."

Many twists and turns were made for us to wind up in a large setting outside. "You see that ring over there?" he pointed to a crudely shaped circle, surrounded by a picket fence. "That's where you'll start training with swords."

"Will it be hard?"

"That's not my place to judge." Chris shrugged. "Just see if you can fight a dummy." I furrowed my eyebrows. "Fine." I hopped over the fence and started swinging at the lifeless doll.

An hour later Chris came back to examine my work. "How is the dummy coming along?"
"I don't know…" I pointed at the dummy. I didn't notice during all the swinging, but now that I checked the target, it was ripped to shreds. "Um… you haven't used a sword before, right?" He raised an eyebrow. "I don't know. I have amnesia, remember?" He sighed. "I guess we need to get you started on a different topic. How about…Target practice?" we were at the shooting range. I was freaked out. "At least you're talking again. You haven't said a word for fifteen minutes!" he gave me a stink eye "Shooting targets aren't all that easy. Sometimes even the slightest bit of wind can make your life saving bullet into a death machine." He took my rifle. "Where do you put in the bullets?" he kept examining the gun for a while. He clicked a small switch soon and a block fell off of it. "These are strange bullets. For one, they're sharp. It seems they're meant for attacking a building."

"Well, if they're that strange you won't be able to make bullets for my gun?"

"Oh, we'll be able to. We'll just have to examine one of them." He took out one of the bullets and put the block back where it belonged, a snap heard in the gun. "Can I shoot it before you demolish it?" I impatiently and angrily asked. "Fine." He shoved the gun into my chest. I brought up the gun and started to shoot.

"How the hell do you have that much experience with weapons when you have amnesia?" Chris yelled, a hint of jealousy in his voice. I shrugged. "I guess I was a good shooter before." He shook off the thoughts of envy. "OK, let's go take you to the Will range." We started to walk past the picket circle, and arrived at the Will range which happened to be a small island that had a circle of dummies on it with a huge circle in the middle of their chests. A monk with glowing blue lines greeted me. "Welcome young student. I am Raven." He took off his hood to reveal a pale face with grey hair. His face had many scars on them that were blocked off by the many blue lines on his body. "Christopher has done well to teach you the basics of weaponry but you will have to train long and hard to achieve control over the Will powers." I nodded, but not a 'whatever' nod. A real nod. Anyways, he kept on explaining about Will. "Will is magic. It is nature, life, death, and a many other great things. Observe." He extended his left hand and lightning flew from his hand to the target, which was fried instantly. "You may be confused about how I did that. Let me tell you a little history lesson first.

"Long ago, when the first guild was destroyed, all the surviving heroes vanished from Albion, never to help its citizens for a long time. However, when The Hero chose Sacrifice, he brought back all the men that died in the making of the Spire. However, what he did not know is that he also revived all the heroes hiding inside the first spire. He never specified which Spire, so both of the Spire's occupants were spared. The Archon that made the first wish wasn't spared because he was at the center of the Spire, and the loophole was created. The surviving heroes (which were about 300) decided to recreate the Guild. That is how this guild was created (also with the help of The Hero and the raw veins of Hero blood). All the surviving heroes can be found here today. I am one of them. I am a Will master. You've heard of Garth? Well, he may be the Hero of Will, but he only has a fraction of the many spells I possess. He had only eight spells at his disposal. I have at least eighteen!" He ranted on and on about the flaws of common conception of Will and how he was going to teach me how to use it.

"You need to know which spells surround you, heal you, strengthen you, and even hurt you. We can't just let you handle the keys of destruction yet. Now, the way to fire lightning is when I charge up the molecules in my hand…" We had countless lessons like this. I learned how to prepare the spell, how to cast it repeatedly, how to make it surround me, how to even use it to fry a little bit of meat! It took me at least a month of training to have a 'decent' sized lightning bolt. When I say decent, I mean it can make dummies fall down. When I showed Raven this he laughed heartily. "Good job. You've mastered the basics of how to shoot lightning. Now we move onto maintaining the bolt, and surrounding yourself with it." I moaned in protest as another two weeks flew by, my studies filled with mentally impossible tasks. It's not all that easy to shoot lightning out of your hand!

All in all, it took me at least two months to master the shock spell. Raven shook my hand when I made the dummy fry with a sizzle. "Believe it or not, you are a fast learner." I gave him a doubtful look. "Now, we need a new spell to study. You choose the powers, and I will help you learn it." As he said that, walking away from the small training island, I looked at my hands. They were grubby, covered with dirt and a pair of gloves. I was thinking "Did I really do that?"

The next few spells I learned were Enflame, Fireball, Divine Might, Unholy Might, Vortex, and Blades. It took me three months for Enflame, one month for Fireball, and five months for Divine Might and four for Unholy Might. It took me eight months to master Vortex. The last spell I learned was Blades. All in all, it took me twenty three months to learn those spells. During that time, Raven taught me how to meditate. Here's how I learned:

"Nameless, to truly meditate you need to block out all the sounds of Earth. You must be calm, and think of absolutely nothing. If you maintain that, you can slow down your heart beat. You can also hide your blue lines." We were sitting on two stumps in Brightwood Forest. Ruins surrounded us on all sides. I looked at the mysterious blue lines that decorated my body that was strengthened by the year at the Guild. "Why do Will lines show, Master Raven?"
"Will lines are like a title. They are yours and no one else's. No two patterns are the same. They tell your life. They tell when you discovered life, and embraced the power of Will. It also sometimes shows you how you will die." He stabbed his finger into my chest. "They are created by your soul. The Lines were always there. They only show due to your exposure to magic." He explained to me. "So, Nameless, try to meditate. Have fun." He took a book out of his robes, sat down and started to read. That was the day I began to meditate… or at least try to. "To learn how to use Will, you need to learn to become in touch with yourself." Raven talked as he read his book. I closed my eyes tightly. I tried not to think. My failed attempts were met with a smack from Raven's hand. By the time I mastered it, I was covered in bruises.

Raven and I were at the small island. "You will learn Blades today." Blades was a really tough spell to learn. You had to summon swords out of nothing and then send them out. "To master this spell you must have great patience. The first step is shaping the sword. Use your Will powers to shape it." I concentrated on making a sword, but I made a round shape instead. "Ok… You're doing well for a beginner. Close your eyes and shape it." I obeyed immediately and closed my eyes. I imagined running my fingers on Twinblade's swords and sculpted freely. "Are you sure that is your shape?"

"Yes Raven." I opened my eyes to see a freakish ball bouncing around. "Damn it!"

It took be most of the time to learn how to shape the damned thing. "OK, shape the sword." I thought of the sword. "Is that your shape?"

"You've asked me that every time we test this spell. Yes!"

"Very well." I opened my eyes to reveal a dark ominous blade in front of my face. "Why is it black? Aren't they supposed to be a different color?"

"I think it's because your past is associated with a dark blade. That, or it is your future." I pondered about it, but shook off the thought. "Now, fire it at the tree." He pointed at a tree close by. I fired the sword at it, and it sunk in with a pleasant sound. "Good Nameless! Now can you create two at once?" I moaned as the pain of education came once more.

During all that time, I also trained with Christopher. He said I had a good shot, but not the best. "You can't always rely on magic. The true weapons of Heroes are made of steel." He brought a fist up and clenched it strongly. I always sighed when he made some pointless point (no pun intended). Every day I trained with guns of every kind, every weapon of steel, and with Will power. If you have all of those put together, you have a Guild of hell!