Disclaimer I don't own anything Fable related. I suggest listening to something sad or the Crowing or Al the killer by Coheed and Cambria cause it is a good mood setter. I actually want to try to make this a sad chapter and it has nothing to do with Raven. It has to do with a young child called Van Morin that belongs to a farming family, no relationship to the 'character' in fable. So here it is the original ending to the first part,

Chapter six, Delirium Triggers, part three, The Exile, The backhand of forever.

Van sat in a bundle of hay as if it were any other day after a hard day at farming. He was about five foot seven and had an odd color of hair, blue. It was a baby blue that he commonly tried to hide from people because he was an outcast. What made matters worse was the fact that he had a special ability to communicate with the dead. He wasn't a big fan of this ability but it did make him feel good that he could do something that other people couldn't. Although other people labeled him as a 'demon' or 'Lucifer' because of his power. He didn't havemany friends so he mostly stayed alone in the graveyards with his spirit friends. Tomorrow he was going to be fifteen and would be out alone at the graveyard with his spirit friends. They would make him feel better. His parents also weren't crazy over the whole fact that he did have this power. They usually to busy to celebrate his birthday and would let him have the day off because they weren't able to afford anything else. But tomorrow would be different…

Van woke up that morning and put on his village outfit with a white top and brown shorts. He combed his long blue hair back as he walked out his mom kissed him happy birthday and his father had a present, it was a blade. It wasn't a high-class blade but it was made from steel and it would be enough to defend him. He took it and hugged his dad.

"I trust you with this blade soon do you promise to be careful with it okay?" His father chuckled as he handed his son the blade. Van lifted the blade with ease; most of the garden tools he works with are heavier. He walked out the door and started down his path and felt something odd in the air. It felt like something was going to happen although he always was paranoid on his birthday, excitement he thought. He ran down the path he usually runs and cut down any tree in his way. He felt the wind flow his blade as he made connection with a tree and it split. He really surprised himself as he cut down tree after tree with single slashes. As neared the entrance he heard something move that wasn't animal. Only he walked out here on week-days to visit the dead. He heard an odd laugh and held his blade close to him. He opened the gate to have his hand shocked with will and his sword to fly out of his hands. A man grabbed his arms and locked them behind his head. He then kicked Van in the knee making him fall.

"Easy Jack, don't need to hurt the boy yet." Said a tall bald man in a red spell caster's robe. Van tried to fight back but he couldn't the blow was too much for him.

"This one should be worth alot right?" A rugged hunched over bandit asked. His lazy eye gave him an extra creepy feature. They carried him to a log cabin where he was strapped down to a chair and interrogated with simple questions.

"Are you Van Morin?" The man in the red robe asked him with a smile. Van just looked at him with resentment. "So you're not talking eh?" The man looked at him and shocked him again with his magic.

"Yes." The words forced from the boy.

"Is it also true that you do indeed talk to ghost?" The man held his hand out as a threat.

"Yes." He replied his eyes at the floor.

"Okay that is all I need to know." The man then went in the other room with the bandit. They began to talk and Van listened in.

How much should we hold him for?

As much as you think you can get.

Maybe a thousand?

Maybe two?

That sounds bout' reasonable for a young boy with his talent.

Both men walked out of the room. Now the bandit had a knife in his hands that he used to cut the boy's ropes and held to his neck as they walked into town. The got to center of the town and began started the bid for the boy's life.

"Now how many of you would like to see this poor boy lose his life at the humble age of fifteen?" The man asked with a grin that Van would remember for the rest of his life. People in the town began to mumble and talk about the situation. "If anyone thinks about being a hero you and the child will die. Well let's start with a two thousand. Any buyers." The villagers were poor here and did not have that kind of gold. They then started to boo at the boy and commanded for his death. "You call this boy the demon but you want his death? You are the demons. I do wish for this boy to live. I will make an exception." The man walked the boy back to his house and stopped in front of it.

"Is there where you live?" The man in the robe asked Van. He shook his head and the man ribbed out a patch of Van's hair. He winced at the pain but regained his composer but when he saw that he was taking his blade he began to panic.

The man in the robe walked into Van's house to find the family to sleeping. The farm work must have tired them out. He walked slowly up the stairs checking each room for the parents and then he found it in the last room. He took Van's blade and cut the father in half. His blood soaked his coat as his wife woke up.

"Honey are you okay?" She asked hugging him but felt the warm fluid from his stomach on her hands. She quickly looked up to find the bloody blade to her face.

"Scream." He commanded and that's what she did. Her bone-chilling scream echoed throughout the house and into town. He then cut off her limbs one at a time. He then but the boy's blue hair on the bed to frame him. He then casually walked out of the house and handed the boy the blade. He then knocked the boy down and vanished. A villager walked to his house curious what was going.

"What the hell happened kid?" The man asked but Van couldn't find the words to say anything about what happened. So the man walked into the house and looked around. He went to the parent's room to find them mutilated and killed. He then took out his clever that he kept with him and looked around then he found blue hair on the mother's corpse that suggested that he was the culprit. But how he didn't have a sword. He walked outside to find the boy holding the bloody blade.

"You did it!" He shouted. He began to run to the village but in a panicked state he cut the man's legs off. Van realized what he did and began to drag the man towards a pound but some village people saw him and reported it to them.

Van dumped the corpse in the pound and ran over to a log to sit on. He just killed his first person, most certainly not his last. He rested for one hour and felt a rock hit his head. He fell over in pain as the spot where the rock hit began to bleed. He got up to see the entire village with pitchforks and torches.

"Van Morin, you are no longer welcome here and we will make sure no other village puts up with you. You have a choice, Exile yourself or hang to death." The Village chief read him his choices. Van shed a tear and walked into the forest, he was now one of the few people to be Exiled. He wasn't very pleased about what happened but now he was with one of his kind. Van needed to stop denying it; he couldn't make it on his own. He has never tried before and he really didn't want to. He ventured deeper into the forest and then ran across a stump that he tripped over a log and sprained his ankle. For once in his life he was going to sleep hungry that night.

The next morning he got up and looked around. It was stormy and raining already. He got up and tried to walk. He failed as he fell over and screamed out in pain. He began to wish for someone to help but all he got was silence. Maybe one of the ghosts could consul him but when he reached for the spirit world his thoughts was directed to something. It was a large powerful and dark spirit; it was coming this way. He got up but fell in awe as he found Skorm. He was dressed in a red robe cover all detail but his outline. He was of monstrous proportions and his energy was amazing.

"Van, I as you probably already know, am Skorm. I have come to help get revenge to the people that have made you an Exile. See you posses an amazing ability that only one in one million in ten thousands of years someone gets. You will and one other person are able to see spirits and through special traps by the Gods. If I help you, of course you will need to repay me but more talk on that later." He then took out to odd weapons; they were two small triangle blades that were about two inches thick and one foot long. They were made from Myrthil and made gave off a blue glow. He handed them to Van.

"What the hell am I suppose to do with these?" He asked.

"I'd like if you didn't take my kingdom in vain. But they are chain blades so they swing out like this. He turned to a large oak wood tree and had one of the blades fly through the air and cut the tree like butter. "When you can do that, you may call me again. I will then have you slaughter the men that have wronged you then I wish for you to take…" He stopped mid sentence "I'll talk more on that later." He then vanished with a letter on the log. "I also have a little house you can live in and take care of yourself. Hunt for food, everything is edible here and if it isn't…well it will make you tougher." Van looked at the small cabin five hundred meters from him.

It looks like once again he is on the Backhand of Forever.

End of chapter6, The Exile.

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