Sir-dik-dik is back with his most popular story so far.
Even though Yellow VS Green has more reviews as a whole, this is my most successful first chapter and I'm happy to be writing this so here it is! I have the guidebook so all the locations will be spelled correct.
The first chapter I did in about ten minutes so I really lacked the detail I normally have. This, I hope, this will rival Copper Russell's Did I spell that right? story. This is entirely based after Fable not during it and all the characters are original but not mine cause I didn't copyright them. So all the other Fable Fics look out, because I'm out for blood, and Drugs. Disclaimer, I don't own the world of Fable, my idol Peter Molynux does. Note, I listened to My Chemical Romance so this might be a little cheery, sorry because this is a dark side story so whatever.
Chapter2, A long time coming.
"Get up Raven, the tournament is going to start in an hour." The Head master said plainly without a single ounce of emotion. Emotion is the enemy to the people at the academy, except this boy, he would let the world know how he felt; happy or not. Raven got out of bed and dressed himself in an apprentice's uniform and opened the weapons chest. "Ah, what weapon do you wish to chose to use?" The headmaster asked his star pupil. Raven was the star student at the academy for his graduation and his sights were set on fighting the annual Battle of the Bloods. Each year the schools took their graduating students and had them fight for the right to dictate what the schools do next year and for the past five years The Hero's Guild have held the victory tightly in heir hands and this was the year it would change.
"I have no need for conventional weapons." He withdrew a dagger and a bow even though he hates normal weapons.
"If you want to be killed that's up to you but you need to get to the grounds before ten and it's nine fifteen." The headmaster left his room with a special potion that had the words good luck marked on its label in his hands. The rules stated that no potions were allowed because it was not a fight to the death although there has been a few fights that had two boys go all the way. Raven stood at five foot nine inches and had the pudding basin haircut Refer to the game, I got the guide book. and all purple hair. His eyes were dark black and he weighed one hundred fifty pounds. The most notable part of his appearance was the schools motto tattooed into his forearms,
Peace is a lie, only the strong survive.
Through passion I gain strength,
Through strength I gain power,
Through power I gain victory,
Through victory I gain control,
Through control my chains are broken.
He enjoyed learning the art of killing and the history of David Alister. He was born into the academy so he had no real family and David was like a father image to him and this tournament was the only way to prove that he was the only person to be worthy enough to be his son. As he suited up his girlfriend Jillian came in and gave him a genteel kiss that translated, come back alive. He turned around and gazed into her loving face and pushed her away. She stumbled backwards into his dresser and looked up at her with tears in her eyes. "I love you Raven." She wept.
"If you really loved me you would come with me to the tournament and watch me slaughter these poor fools." Raven smiled.
"So romantic." She told him sarcastically. "Why don't you stay home with me and we could have our own party." She whispered, her blond hair fell in her face as more tears were coming down her face. She knew that he had sights to fight to the death with the star pupil of The Hero's Guild, Taylor Larson.
"I'll pass." his arrogant voice echoed through the hall as he left the building to the central hall of the building. The main hall was dimly light with a little fireplace as the students sat in their black hooded robes talking about the tournament. It was held outside Knolhole Glade at the old Arena where David Alister was once fought and won. He looked over to see a tall man cloaked in jet-black robes guarding the transporter. Raven walked over there and showed him his tattoo and he was let in. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of something odd. A man dressed in dark spiky armor with an evil smile on his face; weird thing was people were walking through him.
When he arrived at the tournament grounds a group of people he knew were there. James, a tall boy that lost in the first round of last years tournament taught him he basics of "proper" fighting techniques for this years fight. He also brought his girlfriend, Angle, a girl of more beauty then she had brains. She barely passed the exams and now was a recruit to the government's agency. A lot of people were buying tickets to get into the Arena to watch the two schools beat the snot out of each other. Raven talked to James for five minutes and walked into the "Fighters Only" room where he was given a number to hold on to. A lot of friends were trying fight in the tournament and all he saw were members of his school. There were over a hundred people there just from his school and that would mean there were that many people in the Hero's guild's room. The Headmaster was there about to make a speech to everyone,
"We all gather today to show that we are the best school in Albion, and to show why we should be feared. If we don't win this year it will mean another year under the oppressive hands of the Hero's Guild and any other outsiders they wish to taint the ground of this wonderful land. We shall show no mercy to the weak and shall kill the unworthy because only the strong survive. Now we shall attack and dominate."
He gave his speech as if we were fighting a war not a friendly match of fighting; but then again, he didn't care if it was a clean fight anyway. He took out his father's dagger and put it in a holster. He looked up at a large board that was blank and would magically show the fighters when they were announced. The first numbers were Seventy-two and Eighty-three. Neither were his numbers so he had to wait and watch. The number system was simple, The Academy was odd numbers and the Hero's Guild was the even numbers. The fight was interesting but they clearly were not trained to fight because neither wielded their weapon with a purpose. Small blows were landed until the person from the Hero's guild came out with only a small cut on his face. After ten boring fights his number was finally called. "Will numbers eighty-five and number two please report to the center of the arena." The announcer called out to them. His name magically appeared on the bored with a girl named Katherine E. James. "A girl?" He thought to himself, "I thought that this was an all boys tournament?" He walked out into the Arena the sounds of cheers outweighed the boos he got. He slowly walked into the arena and faced each other and was forced to tell each other their weapons so there wouldn't be any surprises.
"Are you ready to lose, punk?" The girl smiled
"I don't know, but I think you are." Raven smiled as he drew his dagger and dashed towards her. She looked at him and vanished. "Oh, this trick!" Raven laughed aloud as he put his foot out and tripped her. He then picked her up and threw her half way across the arena. He then casted a lighting spell that weakened her and made her shiver while she was down. She got up with a great amount effort, she had many cuts on her face and she was bleeding immensely from her forehead.
"Damn, your better then I thought." She complimented him.
"Your worse then I thought possible." Raven wiped the sweat from his brow. She vanished once again and once again he got her by using Force Push. She fell over twisting her arm from the landing. She shook her head as she vanished again this time she got him. Raven shot an arrow at her next suspected place but she wasn't there. All of a sudden she reappeared and landed a swift kick to his jaw. He flew ten feet backwards on his back when he landed he stayed down and the count began. 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9… and then he vanished. When he came back into sight he stabbed Katharine in the stomach with his dagger. Blood poured from her stomach as it was declared an automatic knockout. He was victorious and one step closer to fighting Taylor at last. He walked into the lounge with a loud cheer and applause; even the headmaster was clapping and motioned him to come nearer. "You fought with a purpose and the others need to learn this purpose." The headmaster gloated over him. "I wish for you to visit the healer and fix your injuries before your next match," He pointed to a room, "the next one won't be so easy."
End of chapter2
So that was the end of chapter 2. Did you like it and here is a thank you to the people that reviewed last chapter.
Crazzzzzzy, thanks, why all the zzzzzz?
"Sometimes I even quote myself" Masterbeef. One word not two.
Redeyesdemon, Thank you, I'm getting redundant.
"I'm okay, trust me." My Chemical Romance.
Sandtrout, The first original Fable story, I hate you for that. just kidding.
No soup for U! Soup Nazi from Sienfeld
Copper Russell, Dude I am the third ever Fable story Remember that. You're the only person that I can say that to.
Thanks to everyone else, cause I totally forgot your name.
