Disclaimer: Oh how I wish I owned Fable...but I don't :(
A/N: This chapter was written with the help of my amazing friend Ebony, So a big THANK YOU goes out to her xx
Also I'm going to be scheduling my chapters. It's not been scheduled so far because I wanted to get things going. I'll be putting up chapters every Saturday and maybe Wednesday.
"Two years have passed since Alice was taken in by Reaver. Two years of wondering where Reaver would disappear to rather mysteriously...carrying only his Dragonstomper and some sort of dark, circular object, which Alfie told her was a 'Dark Seal'. Alice grew curious as to why he would carry around such an object, furthermore, deciding to find out for herself, seeing as no one would tell her. Which is how she ended up following him through the disgusting swamp that is Wraithmarsh.
Thankfully she was light enough that Reaver couldn't hear her. She was at a reasonable distance from him...and the woman he was pulling along with him. The woman accompanying Reaver seemed far too happy to be in the marshes, perhaps she had one too many drinks. Finally, out of the wet, mucky swamp, and on slightly dry land, they'd arrived before a large, dark building. Alice stared up at it in horror, behind the dead, grey tree she was hiding behind. She watched as Reaver scanned the area around him before putting the Dark Seal on an imprint on the door. There was a click, and suddenly the cogs spun. Reaver opened the door, pushing the woman in first before following. Alice quickly bolted for the door as it begun closing, and slipped through a wide enough gap before the door closed completely. Reaver didn't seem to hear her, instead, he continued venturing deeper into the dimly lit building.
Alice quietly went down the flight of stairs after him, through corridors, rooms in ruin...more stairs, she followed. She got shivers as she passed tombs, perhaps this was what it was, a tomb. By why would Reaver go to a tomb? Getting more anxious the deeper into the 'tomb' she went, till eventually, they arrived at a grand archway, leading into a big, circled room, stacked with more tombs. Alice hid, watching as Reaver went in with the woman, shoving the Seal into her hands and pushing her forward. There were three figures, shadow figures.
"Welcome Reaver," one of the shadow figures on the right, said in a deep voice, that echoed through the tomb. "You come with your sacrifice?"
"Yes yes, can we get on with this please?" Reaver replied impatiently.
"Silence!" the shadow figure in the middle boomed.
"Which one are you sacrificing?" the one on the left asked.
"What do you mean?" Reaver asked in confusion.
"The woman, or the child?" the middle asked.
"Child? What child?!"
The middle raised its finger, pointing at Alice, who was watching on from behind the archway. She quickly hid back behind the wall, her skin crawling as it came in contact with the cold stone. Reaver marched over, looking around the corner. His eyes flared with a mixture of anger and irritation. Alice noticed his hand itching towards his gun and sank further into the wall, hugging her knees.
"Alice," Reaver began darkly. "What are you doing here?"
Alice whimpered when she saw his finger brush against his gun. He rolled his eyes, roughly grabbing her arms and pulling her up. He grabbed her hand, dragging her behind him as he walked back into the room the shadow figures were in.
"Take the woman's youth and let's be done," Reaver said irritably, holding onto Alice's hand rather firmly. She struggled in his grasp, but he wouldn't let go, his grip almost cutting off her blood circulation.
Then it happened. Alice watched as there was a puff of smoke surrounding the woman. When the smoke cleared, all that was left was an old woman. Alice's eyes widened in horror at the sight of her. The woman's eyes were now red and her skin a sickly pale, wrinkles visible everywhere. Reaver then pulled out his Dragonstomper, shooting the woman in the head, and with that, she was dead. He put his gun away, looking down only to find Alice had gone.
Alice had managed to wiggle her hand out of Reaver's grasp when he was busy shooting the old woman. She ran as fast as her small legs could allow her. Through the crypts and corridors. Up staircases until she finally made it to the door in which she entered. She struggled to pull open the thick door, but made haste when she heard bounding footsteps behind her. She made a wide enough gap for her to fit through, then slipped through it, not sparing the dark building a second glance as she raced into the marshes.