Hello! Uhm...I've had a major writers block the past few months. I'm not really out of it, but my drive to finish a story overrides it soooo, here ya go. Not many read this anymore I bet, but oh well.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fable nor any of its characters, Lionhead Studios does. I do however own Jet and her family.

Chapter 21: Will

The room echoed an eerie silence as Jet awoke from heavy induced slumber. All the more she was far more aware of bare skin touching her own pale skin. Soft light filtered around the room as the candles flickered brilliantly against the cold gray walls of Ruler's bedroom. It was not long before a deep ache crept up from her lower regions bringing back disgraceful memories.

Her green eyes closed for a moment as the flashbacks raced around bringing back shamefully pleasant memories and utmost painful 'love'. Jack of Blades was not a gentle man when it came to intercourse. Jet figured it was due to lack of said action that made him so needy and rough. Her face flushed as she realized the night before that she enjoyed how rough he was and not only that but she screamed in pleasure as he did. By Avo and Skorm, what was wrong with her? She scolded herself as she felt the excitement rise back up, almost craving it.

Jet shifted under the white sheets only to be greeted with a grunt from behind and arms tightening their grip. Jet growled lightly in agitation, which was rewarded with a grope to her thigh. She flinched and relaxed back into position relieving her thigh of the foreign object. Her eyelids sleepily blinked and Jet began to toy with the idea of falling back asleep, that is until Ruler propped himself up onto his elbow.

His finger found a lock of her hair and began to twirl absentmindedly. Jet felt like a trapped animal, cornered by her prey waiting for its final moments of life. After a few long strenuous moments Jet murmured the first word.

"…yes Ruler?" Jack of Blades of course took his sweet time responding, running his fingers gently along her arm, which she was thankful that he left the sheets between them, and smelling her hair.

"Nothing my little Jewel. I was only enjoying watching you in peaceful slumber." She turned enough to meet him eye to eye and as they locked gazes she began to feel that fluttering in her stomach again. Jack leaned down only leaving centimeters between them to whisper, "you don't believe me? Or are you wishing something else?"

Jet turned away from him shaking her head in disagreement. The last thing she wanted to do is get him into the mood and experience last night all over again. Silence enveloped them as his fingers continued to glide up and down her arm until suddenly he removed himself from the bed.

She turned her gaze to him taking in detail of his slim and toned body. It certainly was pale from the lack of sunlight and she noticed that even with a toned body, it seemed to lack any true muscle definition and yet no excess fat either. Jet placed her attention towards the wall before Jack could catch her looking at him.

Avo forbid that he ever did or else the teenager would not hear the end of her "checking him out".

The sound of cloth shifting and metal clinking brought her out of her reverie and twitched her pale green eyes over to the left. Specks of red and shiny grey hovered in midair and Jet realized that Jack of Blades was dressing himself for the day. In a quick minute he was done and strolled her way picking up the clothes of hers.

His metal clad hand grasped her upper arm and jerked the teenager up into a sitting position much to her despair. Jet's body screamed in agony and throttled against her to sit still and do nothing. This did not miss Jack of Blades and only chuckled at her flinching and grunt.

"It seems that," he started as Jack proceeded to dress Jet himself, "last night's endeavours have you a little sore. Shall I explain why or have your parents already given you that lecture?" Her heart dropped in pain. For him to mention her parents in such a casual manner as such made the teenager feel...despair. Alone, unwanted...even with the events of last night, she only felt like a tool to be used...was that really her purpose in life? Surely not, or at least she hoped so.

Jet remained quiet while Jack of Blades finished dressing her. When he checked her over he took a mental note to remind himself to have a tailor make her some suitable clothes for his personal interest.

"Very well, I shall take that as a 'no'. Every woman goes through this after their first intercourse. You women have some little piece in you that breaks when you go through with it. The repercussions are pain for a few minutes then soreness the next day." It made sense to her so Jet didn't argue with him.

"Now, onto what I have planned for today." Jet looked up to his bloody and golden eyes seeing nothing but a mask and shadows to hide his thoughts. It bugged her that she couldn't read him, maybe that was his success as ruler. No one could read him...

"Since you will not be physically capable of keeping up with swordfighting we will train your mana." The teenager cocked her head at him. With that and her furrowed eyebrows, Jack of Blades knew what that meant. "You have not even stumbled upon your mana skills have you?" She shook her head to earn a sigh from the man.

Without another word he turned and began through the edifice. Jet wasted no time in following, despite the pain. Wordlessly the duo continued on, silence being their only friend until huge wooden doors opened to the outside world.

A flood of relief came over Jet as she watched two young children playing in the front yard, albeit being watched by two of Jack's Minions. Little Jack and Vinni stopped for a moment and turned toward the commotion, shrieking when they spotted their older sister.

Jet knelt down to catch the two as they collided into her. A smile uncontrollably captured her face. After a few moments Jet pushed them out to arms length looking at both of them with love and concern.

"Are you two alright?" Jack and Vinni nodded while of course the little boy starts in on his story.

"Yeah! It was scary at first but the big man said he would bring you here if I told him what he wanted to know! I wanted to see you and everyone so bad." Jet looked to Ruler who just stood a few feet from them with his hands behind his back, those glowing yellow eyes shining vibrantly in the shadows of his hood.

The teenager ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead, much to his dislike and Vinni's giggle pleasure.

"Alright you two, I'm going to be busy today. Please behave and stay out of trouble." In response the two hugged her once more and ran off to play. Once they were out of earshot, Jet glared up at Jack of Blades.

"You USED my brother?" Jack scoffed.

"If you wish to say it like that, then yes."

"How else would I say it?"

"That he was doing his duty as a loyal subject to obey his King." Her eyebrow twitched in irritation. This didn't go by unnoticed. "Would you have preferred I killed him instead?" He recieved a sigh which granted Jet another scoff.

"As I thought. Get up, we're late." Jet stumbled back up and followed behind listening to the dying laughter of her siblings as she grew farther from them. A part of her relaxed knowing that those two were safe, eve with Jack of Blades. Jet's angst reemerged as Ruler led her to the edges of the town near the gate and he kept on walking. She almost stopped for a second before catching a warning glance from the man ahead. Without another thought, the ebony haired teenager followed her master.

For a few yards large hills surrounded them on either side and she watched as they evened out and opened way to a forest patch. Nothing stirred as the two wandered to the middle of the area and despite the calm aura Jet felt uneasy. She scanned the place taking notice of the abnormally tall trees where Jet could barely see the bottom of the canopy. A high pitched whirl zipped past her ear making Jet twitch in response; recieving her body's rejection to much physical moment.

Jack of Blades called her to be still and relax. She turned to him in question but held her tongue seeing the stillness of his being. As told Jet relaxed and stood as tall as he did. Projectiles shot their way but none made their mark let alone a scratch. When the assassins realized that nothing they were throwing was hitting the attacks ceased, returning the still of the forest. All at once bandits rose charged from their hiding spot and came full throttle at the two.

Jet adjusted herself to watch Jack who would not move a muscle even with their assailants drawing closer and closer. It surprised her when his arm reached out for her and in one deft move pulled the teenager close to himself. She began to notice intense an heat around her legs and as she looked down Jet jerked her head in surprise.

Etched into the ground below them were rings and runes in vibrant oranges and reds swirling in mesmorizing patterns. A screech echoed through the forest as the girl and her newfound master were engulfed in pillars of fire while the men charging were screaming out in bloodcurdling agony. Jack of Blades free hand fell back to his side as the pillars receeded to reveal a few survivors running off in terror and the ones caught in his blazing web all but burnt into ash.

Her piercing green eyes surveyed the damage in awe before turning to the red-cloaked man who was already walking away. Immediately she took off after him and quietly strode behind the immortal. The walk was quiet even just a tad unnerving for Jet but then again she had no idea what Jack had in mind for her. With sheer blind faith she continued on, every step making her more and more grim.

Jack of Blades lead Jet up to an old abandoned farm that gave plenty of room for training. Though today he had no intentions of training her in any physical form. He stopped dead and turned to face his student glaring deep into her green orbs that still possessed so much innocence. She cocked her eyebrow at him initiating the man into monologue.

"We are here to unlock your Will, or something you would better understand as magic." Immediately Jet became wary of the idea and gave him an accusing glare. Jack however gave an equal and deadlier glare back to which the girl submitted to.

"And how do you plan on that? If I've never tapped into it before now, how do you expect me to have any?" Jack of Blades held up a hand keeping Jet from opening her mouth. A red hue emanated from his palm and little embers crackled from the little ball forming. "It is your eyes."

Her eyes? Jet shook her head at him lightly trying to make sense of what he said. How in Avo's name would her eyes make all the difference in whether or not she had magic hidden secretly somewhere within her?

"What in Avo's name do you mean by that? Let me guess, they sparkle in a way in the light that shouts 'HELLO! MAGIC IN HERE!'?" A small explosion erupted at her feet and a screech in surprise echoed through the abandoned farm. Jet glared up at her master in accusation.

Jack of blades strolled up casually and traced along her cheekbone staring deep into her pale green eyes. The metal against her skin made Jet's skin crawl, what was worse was that he stared into her eyes like a hungry predator.

"No, my little jewel," his voice crawled making goosebumps rise all over, "you have the eyes of a mage." The tip of his metal claw slithered down to her left chest and dug in making Jet grunt and a stream of blood come flowing out. "Now, my little mage, show me your Will."

Jet stood there at a loss, trying to figure out whether to just think "fire" and make it work or if it was some more mystical process that came naturally without thinking. She tried her first method desperately clinging onto hope that it would work. Minutes pass and terror crept into her heart worried how angry Jack would be when she couldn't summon the most basic of spells.

"Relax and let it come to you." She took a few deep breaths and allowed her tense muscles to relax. A few moments drift by and an unusual sensation began to creep over her being. There was a warmth on her hands and she dared a peek to see the same red glowing embers forming on her hands. Excitement rose in her chest as the spell began to work. Jet quickly grasped onto what she had only for things to explode back in her face.

The spell began to accelerate out of control as the fireball grew to the size of her head. In a quick flash the ball erupted sending the teenager flying up against a tree and crumpled on the ground. Jack of Blades cursed under his breath as the surroundings flew up in flames and the girl unconscious on the ground.

Using one spell the fire extinguished to nothing. His attention went to Jet and strolled over to her side. Of course at her level she was knocked out cold and blood dripped from where the tree clashed with her head.

"Pathetic girl." He picked her up and carried the lifeless body back to his mansion in Oakvale.