Hey there again! Thanks for coming back for more! Now it looks like I uploaded two chapters in one night, but the first chapter wouldn't edit the way I wanted it to, so I totally took it down and reposted it, fully edited. :) I hope you enjoy this chapter! Please rate and review if you've got spare time! Its greatly appreciated!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fable or its characters, Lionhead Studios does. I own Jet and her family.

*EDIT* From some good CC, I edited the battle scene in here to make it more believable from someone who had not fought before. */END EDIT*

Chapter 2: Training

Finally a blanket of darkness shrouded the land, covering the backs of night dwellers. Light footsteps made their way down a cobblestone path to an even darker edge of the city. Moonlight brought on the only source of light; casting a silvery glow on anything it touched. The sword clinging to her back glistened brilliantly, showing off the blacksmith's workmanship.

Ever looming trees threatened to reach down and tangle her within their grasps, strangling her for even thinking about coming here. Even as she passed the rotten wood a gust seemed to pass through making the branches dance and twirl, straining against its old age. Iron gates swung ajar slightly chilling the woman trying to get through. It bothered her that the gates were still open…did no one close them hundreds of years ago?

Ignoring the biting chill, she slipped through the rusting metal quickly pushing her way through what seemed to be a cemetery. If this really was the resting place of old souls, then maybe she would see some creatures pop up. What did they call them…frustration rose as she did not even know what they were supposed to be.

Jet gazed back up to the star glittered sky. The moon slowly crept up the horizon, letting her know that the night was still young. Remembering why she was here, her katana made a high-pitched ring as Jet drug it out of its resting place. Whatever she may come across, her blade would be ready at hand.

She wandered about the eerily quiet graveyard and noticed a gaint tree…practically right there at the entrance. How in Avo's name did she miss that? A sign had been planted firmly in front of it. The lettering had begun to fade but Jet could make out the words. This tree symbolizes the rebirth of Oakvale, rebuild from the ashes after the terrible Bandit raid. May this tragedy never be forgotten. Jet took a step back. When did Oakvale burn and have bandits raid this small village? Repeatedly she read and reread the sign. No she didn't read the sign wrong.

A blast brought her back to reality. She quickly spun to find a ghost like creature with ragged grey robes. The thing screamed with a high pitched woman-like voice and came at her with a jaw that seemed to never stop dropping. Its hands were mostly covered with ripped shreds of the robe.

Her heart jumped up, suffocating Jet. What in the world was this thing? Her new enemy floated closer with its arms tucked. Jet stayed on her toes slowly backing off from the hag of a monster. She did not realize how close the moaner had come and a pain scratched across her face in a crisscross fashion.

Jet's shriek echoed through the cemetery as she cupped her face. It stung! Her face stung! Lowering her hands, she gaped at the red dripping down into her sanguine hands. Her blood trickled through the fresh open wounds staining whatever it touched.

It came at her again, lunging for its prey like a lion on the hunt. Jet managed to dodge, granted scraping her leg against an upturned root, creating another exit for her blood. Oddly her body felt like it burned. It felt like she just finished a rigorous game of tag. Her breathing could not level out and each breath was deep and heavy. Jet watched as her aggressor screamed, throwing its head back and flailing those ghostly arms.

The young woman finally remembered her blade and slid it out with a high shink. Her violent 'friend' regained its composure looking a little more ready for battle than it did moments ago. With wobbly legs, Jet charged. Her teeth clamped together, heavy breathing through her nose and adrenaline giving a little extra boost.

Her blade glimmered in the silvery light of the moon almost radiating the power behind the woman. Taking her revenge, the black haired female felt the blade drive down the hag. In a veil of light, the monster howled and disappeared into oblivion.

Disbelieving her luck, Jet hunched over panting, let her eyes wander the dark cool graveyard. It really was gone. She fell to her butt and flopped to her back. Her arms stretched out and her hands the same as said appendages. The adrenaline still rushed in her and she could hear it. A rapid beating of her heart thumped in her ear and her lower appendages tingled with anticipation.

A short chuff resonated followed by a slow giggle. Quick it increased, growing faster and faster until Jet roared with laughter. She did it! She was alive to tell the tale of 'Jet and the fearsome Hag'! Oh how she would love that. Her enemy had no idea what it was getting into. Though her victory was short lived.

Another blast sounded followed with a light moaning. Jet raised her head enough to see another hag coming at her. She happened to witness two blasts of red lines and pretty magical glowing spots bring more of those creatures. Exhausted and running low on adrenaline, Jet watched in horror. Was one not enough? Did they not know that she was not looking for a full on battle between human and non-human?

Jet rolled out of the first creatures range just before another crisscross could be formed on her body. With her trusty blade in her right hand, she began another frontal assault. It surprised her when one slash across the ghost did not kill it. Dodge roll and she would miss another hand attack.

'Where did I learn all this…?' Jet thought to herself.

The first hag manage another blow across her front, sending her blade flying and the girl to the ground. Her ears rung with the high pitched squeal and the other two caught up.

With a cringe she managed herself back up on her feet with a duck. A hand flew overhead as one of the side ghouls tried to catch her distracted.

Her feet stumbled backwards as her enemies crept closer. Clutching to her wound she hopped back over a root and ran around the tree desperately looking for her weapon.

A glimmer caught her eye as she spotted her sword at the other end of the graveyard. With hope she began toward it only to fall to her knee.

Her energy was draining and Jet became perplexed. She turned her head and found one of the hags standing still with magic surrounding it. After a few moments, with ever impending enemies looming closer, she noticed a thin line connecting her and the still hag. Jet's eyes widened.

'She…he…IT is stealing my energy!' Forcing herself to her wobbly legs, she barely stood up before being raked across her back.

Jet's face landed hard in the dirt and the grass did not taste well…at all. She looked up, coming face to face with metal. The teenager smiled and weakly grabbed a hold of the her blade's hilt. Summoning a little extra energy, Jet rolled to her back and jabbed the tip of her blade into the monster.

The creature became no more and the other two stood in her way. Despair took her bravery.

Had it been minutes…hours? Jet did not know. All she knew was the last two took all she had to kill them off. The one taking her energy broke the spell it was weaving to help its comrade, giving Jet a better chance. When she could swing her blade, it took quite a few times before one would disappear. Those creatures, it seems, did more damage to her than she to them.

The girl sat there for some time, blood dripping from wounds and old ones finally dried up. Dirt caked all over her body and sweat clung to her face she realized that she may be in more danger now than in battle.

Trying to guess the time, the black haired female lifted her eyes to the vast star speckled sky. There were not so many stars out now, which meant that dawn was fast approaching. She had guessed right from noticing the moon getting dangerously close to the horizon. Using what little strength she had left, her legs lifted the almost dead weight of a torso and dragged herself back home.

Thankfully, it was dark all the way home. The moon laid too low on the horizon to expose her whereabouts. As expected, her mother waited at the door scanning the town to try and find her daughter. When she caught Jet dragging herself slowly, she zipped out to aid the weakened child. Jet welcomed her mother warmly.

Carefully the mother dragged Jet up the stairs and led her to the bathroom. Not perturbed by nakedness, she undid Jet's articles and warmed up the water. Leaving the room for a few seconds, after setting her daughter on the ledge of the tub, she returned with many towels and washcloths.

Jet laid still as her mother washed off the caked on blood, sweat, and dirt. It amused Jet to watch her mother. One moment there's a look of soft motherly comfort then the next a disgusted scowl of cleaning out a wound. Jet would admit that it did hurt when her mother cleaned out the gashes but she knew it was necessary. She decided to keep quiet. So did her mother until after she was done with the legs.

"Hun, I'm proud to see this. I really am, even though I am making weird faces. I'm just thinking how much its hurting you as I clean." She began on Jets arms, after almost an hour after getting home and the water rather a dark pink. A soft worried sigh came from the older woman, watching as blood and dirt dripped from her daughters arm. "But my real question is this, what happened?"

Jet mingled over her thoughts. So much happened or was it really so little over a long time? Her pale green eyes watched as her mother's long fingers gently glided over her arm, working their healing magic. This time it was her turn to sigh. She could not delay telling what happened any longer.

"I went down to the forbidden hill and found out that it was just a cemetery. The gates were open and so I just slipped through. It actually was very peaceful, until I found a sign." Her mother turned to her with questioning eyes. Obviously even the adults are not trusted…or her mother is playing dumb. By Jet's guess, it would be the latter. They, as in her parents, could not, or rather would not, tell her what their rulers name was.

"When did Oakvale get raided and burn?" Cautiously thinking over the consequences and making sure the door was closed, her mother leaned in. The seriousness in her face made Jet realize that she may actually get a real answer. Jet's mother began in a whisper.

"This is a story told from a family member that lived through that. Not many lived that night. A gang of Bandits, led by our Ruler, came to capture a certain few people. Those Heroes that your father talked about, it all was true. The last Hero to be known came from here, Oakvale, and our Ruler knew it. I believe that He was here to kill off the last Hero and his family." Jet looked to her mother, but she still had that same face. She wanted more. Why did he want the child and his family to live? Then Jet realized something. She found out the gender of their Ruler. "I'm sorry hun, that's all I know. The story has become so obscure since the day it happened that now we are left with little detail." Jet smiled.

"That's okay, I now know something of our Ruler." Her mother giggled at her. The little things that have always made Jet happy, it never stopped amusing her. Jet laid still for the next two hours getting cleaned up and stitched back together. The needle and string didn't feel too bad, just a little discomforting. She knew it would feel even worse when it was time for them to come out.

Clothed once again, in her night garments, Jet gazed up at her ceiling. Her mother stroking the dark still wet hair soothed the young woman's growing anger. Jet realized with her body out of commission now, she would not be able to train with her sword. The process of becoming Oakvale's protector was just set back due to her stupidity and inexperience.

When Jet's eyebrows knotted, the elder woman massaged her thumb against the bandaged cheek. A frustrated sigh came from the child. She wanted to get out there again. Maybe not by tonight, but surely be out there by the next night. A ray of light caught Jet's attention. Early morning had arrived.

"Jet, please. Relax and sleep. From your wounds and used energy resources, you will be asleep a lot longer than you think…Is there a safe place to hid your katana?" Her head nodded and motioned her eyes down. Playing along, knowing that Jet was already falling asleep rather quickly, she patted the bed.

Jet motioned again down. Her mother felt the bed all the way down until her hand laid underneath the mattress. Pale green eyes blinked, a signal that the woman took as being correct. Feeling around she felt a board come up. Amber lifted the sheets and watched as a loose board popped up. Smiling she slid the katana underneath and hid the blade, out of plain view.

Rising back up she took note of Jet deep into sleep. The door creaked from behind and large strong hands wrapped around the mother. He watched with silent concern. She patted his hands and he knew that everything was fine.