Hero of the Hearth And The Lightning Thief

Disclaimer: I do not Fable or Percy Jackson and the Olympians in any way shape or form.

Chapter 1: A Strange Dream.

Once again he found himself transported far beyond the familiar shores of Albion and walking through some kind of futuristic city that had buildings made built from glass that had large boards of lights that displayed moving pictures and headed through the clouds and seemed to stretch into the very heavens. Furthermore, just like the city the people were just as diverse coming in all shapes and sizes, and wearing bizarre clothing...

at least in comparison to what he had seen, and this was coming from somebody that had been homeless and wearing what could only be described as rags that had been stitched together by whatever material that could be found that would help him survive the cold vicious winters of Bowerstone, something that was as bitter as the nobles that looked down on him whenever they spotted the street urchin sullying their city.

But he digressed.

Aside from the strange yet magnificent city and all the people that walked through it, the oddest and remarkable attraction of the city were the horseless carriages that went across the city, which somehow were moving without the assistance of horses. What's more like the people came in all shapes and sizes, mostly bright yellow with the words NYC Taxi written on the side...whatever that meant, and all seemed to be moving at a snail's pace. Why exactly there were so many in a single city, or how they were working, he theorized that they ran off Will, he hadn't the foggiest idea, but he just put it down to a strange dream.

Suddenly the sound of thunder and lightning resonated above the city making him jump as he looked up to see a flash of lightning crackle lighting up the sky, which he noticed had turned black as a storm literally appeared out of nowhere. Looking back down, he was startled to see that instead of the city of glass of light he was now looking at a sandy beach far larger than the one he had heard was in Oakfeild.

Taking a step forward he heard the sand compact underneath his boot as the wind suddenly picked up pushing him forward as the trees, which like the rest of the dream were unlike anything he had ever seen before with a long thin trunk that got thinner as it went up thin green leaves and brown balls hanging from it, were shaking violently as the stormed picked up blowing sand everywhere making him shield his eyes to stop it getting in his eyes.

As he lowered his arm, he narrowed his eyes when he saw two figures further down the beach squaring off. His curiosity getting the better of him, that and his legs seemed to have gain a life of their own, he sprinted down the beach crossing a hundred meters within fifteen seconds where he saw two men, who could easily be identified as brothers, fighting.

From the description that Theresa had given him and the from the stories that Rose had read him as a child the two men were what he imagined the Heroes of old looked like. The first had long black hair that went down to his shoulders and stern and proud facial features that could still be made out through the neatly trimmed black and white beard, and electric blue eyes that were glaring at the man in front of him and was oddly wearing a blue bedsheet around him that displayed his incredibly muscular build.

The man standing opposite to had long black hair like the first, a neatly trimmed black beard, and green eyes the same shade as the sea beside them that were surrounded by crinkles showing that the man was prone to smiling, at that moment however he was anything but smiling as they glared daggers at the blue eyed man; in fact it was almost like the sea was reflecting his mood judging from how choppy and violent the waves seemed to be raging in the background ready to strike the beach at a moment's notice.

Also, like the first man he was wearing a bedsheet as a form of clothing only his was green that showed off his powerful, imposing build, and looking down at his hands that looked tensed he saw many scars and callouses much like an old-time fisherman.

Suddenly without warning the blue-robed man eyes crackled with lightning, further indication that he was a Hero specially a Hero of Will, as he delivered a powerful static-filled punch to the green-eyed man check with such strength that the entire beach rumbled as the sonic-boom rang out as the man was sent across the beach before he finally came to a stop as he rolled across the sand.

"You have something that belongs to me, thief!" the blue-robed man bellowed over the wind as a column of white lightning surrounded him incinerating the ground around him. "I want it back!"

Instead of answering the green-robed man was back on his feet and leapt into the air now holding a rather odd-shaped weapon, one that resembled a massive fork, and roaring like the ocean that mirrored his temper as he lunged for him. Within seconds he reached him and thrusted his weapon forward to impale his chest but before it could connect...

CLANG!

Blocking the spikes was a heavy round shield that had appeared out of thin air and holding back his assailant's weapon...if barely if the trembling of his arm was any indication.

"How many times do I have to tell you I never touched your stupid bolt, brother." the man retorted with righteous fury as a column of pure white water and energy circled around them. "But you won't listen to anybody Zeus...you never have." the man spat to the now named Zeus. " You're nothing more than a paranoid old fool that believes that everybody is after his throne."

"And finally, you have showed your true colours...just like I always knew you would, Poseidon." Zeus shot back hotly.

"Pretty cool names." he could not help but remark to himself as the brothers argued even if he thought that Poseidon sounded much cooler...although he was wondering how he managed to conjure up such a vivid tale of two brothers fighting...maybe he really should stop reading before he went to sleep.

"If I knew you would betray me, I would have never freed you from fathers' stomach, traitorous filth." Zeus sneered. "When I'm finished with you and those that dared to defy their King, your son and that little mortal is next...and if you've never believed anything I've said trust me when I say that their deaths will be painful...by the end they'll both be begging for Thanatos to end their suffering."

He had no idea what was going on, although the two quelling brothers sounded like the tales of the Archons fighting for power before the fall of the Old Kingdom, but this Zeus rubbed him the wrong way; that and his attitude, arrogance, and disregard for life reminded him far too much of Lucien, the man that had stolen everything from him all those years ago.

Before he could say anything or try and stop Zeus and Poseidon from fighting, even if all his senses were screaming at to turn tail and run away...still the two men, if you could call them that, were brothers...were family...families were meant to love and be there for each other, whatever had happened between Zeus and Poseidon couldn't they talk it out without resorting to killing each other or did they simply not love each other like siblings were supposed to...like how he loved Rose with all his heart? Would do anything to keep her safe...

The ground rumbled as the beach split in two as the two brothers slammed continued their fight. He tried and ultimately failed to keep his foot as the ground beneath him opened up and he fell through the floor.

Darkness.

Nothing but incessant darkness was all he could see, or not see to be precise, as he continued to fall through the darkness. He had no idea how long passed as he continued to fall, the light at the top of the hole becoming smaller and smaller with each passing second until it faded from sight.

"Olympians," an ancient voice voiced which simultaneously sounded both nearby and far away. " never has there been a more selfish, egocentric, arrogant species." the voice remarked thoughtfully. "For eons they have destroyed countless lives for nothing more than their own amusement, both mortals and even their own children...you're nothing but cattle for them, nothing more than a source of amusement to keep them amused."

The ancient and powerful entity expressed his disdain for these Olympians, whatever that meant. "Join me Fenyx, and together we can destroy them for good...only with their deaths can peace be restored to the world... pledge yourself to me and together we will destroy Lucien and bring Rose back!" the voice exclaimed through the darkness as he continued to fall deeper into the earth with no signs of slowing any time soon.

"I..." as he started to think about pledging himself to this unknown entity a blinding white light shot out through the darkness.

"Wake up, little Sparrow."

Sparrow's bright blue eyes snapped open as he lurched forward and panted heavily, sweat pouring down his face and his heart pounding like a drum, as he sat up. Blinking a handful of times to adjust to the light and focus his vison, he saw that he was no longer falling through the darkness but rather sitting inside of his caravan. Looking around he saw the dust particles in front of him thanks to the sunlight breaking through gaps of the wood and the corner of the tarp that covered the entrance to his home.

Falling back to the floor, his head landed on the straw-filled pillow as he looked up at the wooden ceiling as he tried to control his heartrate after the vivid dream that he had just experienced...still, on the plus side it was a better alternative than that dream. Dreaming about two Heroes, which happened to be brothers, fighting was preferable than dreaming about that night that Lucien had murdered his sister in cold blood before turning the gun on him.

Looking down at his well-built chest, which had been gained from the tort-um training with Theresa, the bullet wound that had since healed still visible despite being shot eight years ago. Nevertheless, he was glad that it was visible, it was a constant reminder of what Lucien had stolen from him that night in Bowerstone when he had invited him and Rose to Castle Fairfax after hearing that they had brought the Music Box from Murgo.

"I wish we never brought that stupid Music Box." he said quietly as he brought his arms behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. He felt his thought tighten and his ears begin to water the more he thought of his beloved sister, before that quickly turned to rage. Hatred and bile quickly replaced his pain as his thoughts of Rose faded and were replaced only with Lucien, the bastard that had taken his sister, the only family he had left.

For eight years, eight long years, there had not been a day he had not imagined killing Lucien for what he had done to him. Stabbing him, strangling him, drowning him, beheading him, torturing him, shooting him, slicing him and watching him bled out, hanging him from a tree and watching as the light died in his eyes, setting him alight, letting his best friend rip him to pieces, shooting him in the chest and watch as he fell from the highest tower of Castle Fairfax and down to the streets of Bowerstone hitting the rooftops on the way down before finally hitting the cobblestone street.

As long as he died painfully, he would be happy, and finally Rose could rest in peace...he could finally have some peace of his own. Once Lucien was dead at his feet the dreams, the hellish nightmare of watching Rose die over, and over again would finally end...he was sure of it.

"Just a little longer, Rose." he whispered as his thoughts returned to his sister once more. "As soon as I finish my training Lucien is as good as dead." he added before he heard shuffling besides him. Glancing to the left he saw a large lump hidden beneath the bedsheets bringing a smile to his face.

Reaching over he pulled the bedsheets off his sleeping companion to see the face of his faithful hound looking up with him, his usual happy look as he tilted his head to the side and his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth as he laid on his back awaiting his morning belly rub to commence.

"Morning, boy." Sparrow smiled brightly as he stared down at his best friend, all thoughts of Lucien forgotten as he looked down at his faithful companion. "Sleep well?" he asked only to receive a slobbery kiss from him. "I'll take that as a yes." he laughed softly as he began ruffling his head, shaking his ears in the process.

While he had lost Rose to Lucien's treachery the only good that came out of that day, aside from meeting Theresa and giving the arrest warrants to the Guards so that Derek could arrest Nicky "the nickname" gang and put an end to them for good, was meeting his dog when the towns local bully had been beating him with a wooden sword for his own amusement...neither he or Rose liked seeing people suffer or animals for that matter and intervened only for said bully to knock her out with a headbutt before he turned his sights on him.

Guess he hadn't been expecting to fight a Hero, not surprising considering these days everyone believed the stories of Heroes to be nothing but fairy tales, of course back then he didn't know that he was a Hero either or about the powerful bloodline of the Archon that ran through his veins that could be traced back all the way to William Black, the man would grow up to be the first and arguably the strongest Hero to ever exist who singlehandedly defeated the Court and freed Albion from their tyranny before building the Old Kingdom.

But he was getting off track.

"Hungry, boy?" Sparrow asked then laughed again as his best friend was up on four legs and waggling his hind and panting excitedly. "Come on then." he encouraged as he stood up from the floor and grabbed his shirt that was laying on the floor and quickly slipped it on. "Hopefully we didn't oversleep and miss breakfast," his dog whined at the very thought. " If we have catching breakfast won't too hard...even if it is on an empty stomach." he thought out loud as he looked down his faithful companion who tilted his head to one side.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Fenyx exhaled through his nose before opening his eyes and smiled brightly as he put on his happy façade of Sparrow, something that after eight years had mastered. He did not want his friends, his adopted family to worry about his wellbeing or his sanity. They had been kind enough to offer him a home and a place among them when Theresa had brought him and his dog there after he had recovered enough to walk again.

Lucien was his problem and his problem alone. He refused to drag them into his mess, his personal vendetta on that madman, not when if Theresa's intel was correct Lucien was building an army for his new world order...the gypsies had done more than enough for him and he knew that he would never be able to repay their kindness; furthermore, he feared that if they learnt the true motivation why Theresa had been training him all these years they would try and talk him out of his vengeance...and that was something he couldn't allow.

His sister deserved peace...and he was going to ensure that she got it...even if it meant damming his own soul in the process.

"Come on, Max!" Sparrow called out stood in front of the tarp. "Let's find some breakfast!" he added before pushing the tarp to the side where the bright sunlight stuck him right in the eyes as he stepped outside his caravan and into the camp, unaware that in a few short hours he would learn that it was not just the blood of Archon that ran through his veins.

And cut! Well here is the first chapter of the rewrite of my previous Fable x Percy Jackson crossover which once again has Sparrow as the son of Hestia. Now I should probably explain why I deleted the previous story, and the reason for was that I felt that there was just too much exposition IMO. I was between 3-4 chapters in, and I was just a wall of text with nothing happening. Neither Sparrow, Hestia, or Rhea had much dialogue, and it was more or less their inner thoughts... which admittingly happened in this chapter,

But the plan is to have Sparrow leave Albion and head to Earth next chapter where he will go to Camp Half-Blood once he learns he is a Demigod and eventually meet his mother who like in the previous version is under the impression that her husband and children are dead hence why she has not come looking for them.

Also, in this story the ages will be changed slightly since I prefer writing stories with more mature MC rather than kids, so...

Sparrow/Fenyx-16

Percy-16

Annabeth-16

Etc, etc.

That's pretty much it. Let me know what you think and if it's an improvement over the previous story...and if you think that Sparrow's thoughts on Lucien were too dark. I know that good/paragon Sparrow is meant to be a light character but adding a little realism and having somebody that has spent the last eight years planning his revenge I feel that his thoughts would become a little dark and jaded since he wants vengeance and has thought about killing him every day for nearly a decade.

And like with all my stories, who should Sparrow be paired with in this story?