A/N: Sorry for the massive time skip, but this is going straight into Fable 3! Hope you guys enjoy this chapter :)
Thirteen Years later…
Alice ran through the halls of Bowerstone Castle, not stopping nor slowing till she reached Sparrow's bedroom. Walter and Jasper were waiting by the opened bedroom door, watching as the Queen said her final words to her children.
"Jade is going to need your help Alice."
Alice turned her head, spotting Theresa down the hallway.
"Five years from now will have a great impact, not only on Jade and the rest of Albion, but on you. This is your final chance, to save him."
"Save him from what?" Alice asked quietly.
"Did you say something Alice?" Walter asked in concern.
Alice turned back to him, "Sorry, just thinking aloud."
The butler and the mentor turned back to watch the Queen, whilst Alice looked back at Theresa, who was now gone. Alice turned back to face the Queen, hearing the faint words in her head.
"Save him from himself."
Alice stood out in the rain, with every member of staff, the army, noble. Many people attended Sparrow's funeral. The Queen buried next to her husband who'd died two years earlier of a fever. Even Rose and Rhydian came, with their two children, Amelia and Alfie. Rain poured down, soaking Alice to the bone. All of the nobles and guests had umbrella's. The staff and Army had to tough it out. Alice stood, emotionless, watching the dull scene in front of her, hearing Theresa's words echo in the midst of her mind.
One Month later...
"This is absurd!" Walter exclaimed, pacing back and forth in the throne room. Alice leaning against a pillar, rolling her eyes at the scene that unfolded before her. "Give Reaver 'Faraday Industries'?!"
Logan sat regally in his throne. After Logan came back from Aurora, Alice couldn't help notice something was different about him.
"Your mother would not agree with this Logan."
"Do not assume what my mother would do!" Logan snapped angrily. "You're dismissed."
Walter marched angrily out of the throne room, Alice beginning to follow.
"Not you," Logan said, a little softer. Alice stopped, and turned to face him, approaching the two men a little. "There is something I need to discuss with you."
"Is everything alright your majesty?" Alice asked.
"Yes," Logan said. He stood up from his throne, pacing around it slowly. "I am relieving you of your duties as mine and Jade's guardian."
Alice froze.
"Why might I ask?" Alice asked.
"The army in Mourningwood need as many abled bodies as they can, to protect themselves from Legions of the Damned. I'm sending you."
"Oh, very well your Majesty. Is there anything else?"
"No, you leave tomorrow."
"So, this is Mourningwood," Alice said to Walter, looking up at the ruined fortress in front of her.
"Isn't it lovely?" Walter said, breathing in the horrid aroma of rotting flesh mixed with the murky marsh scent.
"Very," Alice lied, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "You didn't have to take me here Walter."
"I know, but I wanted to. Besides, someone has to warn Ben to keep his hands to himself."
"Ben?"
"Good man, but always ends up on the wrong side of the law. If he hadn't been brought to the Swift Brigade, he'd be in shackles."
They approached an entrance to the fort, guarded by a soldier.
"Halt! What business have you?" the Soldier yelled down from his seat on top of the gate.
"It's Walter you daft man!" Walter called up.
"Blimey! Open the gates! One of you get Major Swift!"
The big wooden gates creaked open, revealing what little numbers there were of the Swift Brigade.
"This does not look good," Walter said glumly, looking around as the walked in.
"It's not always strength in numbers though," Alice said, trying to be somewhat confident.
"Against Hollow men, every amount of men makes a big difference."
"Walter!" A man with an extraordinary moustache greeted warmly. A blond, very attractive, Soldier following.
"Major Swift," Walter greeted proudly.
"I was expecting a new soldier, not an old friend," Swift smiled.
Walter chuckled, "No, I'm only bringing your new soldier. Major Swift, meet Alice."
Alice did a two finger salute, a half-smile not quite reaching her eyes.
"Um Walter, you must be getting old. If you haven't noticed, she's a girl," the Blond man said.
"Here we go," Alice mumbled.
"Alice, meet Ben Finn." Walter said, before looking sternly at the man. "And I have noticed she is a girl you moron. However, she's a skilled fighter. I trust her with my life, and so does everyone else who crosses paths with her…unless they get on her bad side."
"And you're walking on a thin line," Alice said, glaring angrily at Ben. Ben gave her a devious grin.
"I think I could change your mind."
"Ben," Walter warned. "Hands to yourself."
Ben put his hands up in surrender, "Only getting friendly."
Walter shook his head, then looked at Alice. "Will you be alright?"
Alice punched his shoulder lightly, "I'm fine."
"Swift, I'm trusting you to look after her."
"I've got my eyes on her…and Ben for that matter," Swift said, shaking Walters hand. Alice gave Walter a hug, before he left.
Alice looked at Ben, who was still eyeing her. "So Benny Boy, want to show me around the Fort?"
He grinned at her, "Well I was beginning to wonder when you'd ask."
Alice couldn't sleep. Mostly because she was a little on edge after the Hollow Men attack, but the sounds of injured men groaning at their injuries, plus the snoring of those asleep. She sighed, turning to bury her head in her pillow.
As soon as the sun peeked over the horizon, which was only two hours after everyone had gotten to sleep, Alice got off the uncomfortable mat on the floor. Sure she had worse when she was a child, before Reaver that was, but it didn't make it any less painful to wake up on.
Half of the fort was a sleep or injured, the other half tending to wounds or guarding. Altogether, there was only around thirty men, probably less due to last night. Men were being killed quicker than they were being sent reinforcements. This lot were even short on supplies, but Logan was just too damn stubborn to give up this fort.
Alice walked up a flight of stairs, and walked along the walkway beside the walls of the fort. She sat down of the edge of the wall, where she assumed the windows use to be, letting her feet dangle over the edge. Her back was to the rising sun, watching instead, as the moon began its decent.
For some reason, Alice preferred the moon over the sun. Something about it's pure white colour. How it lit the darkest places. The sun did the same, but the moon seemed more calm. The sun often brought heat, and warmth. Whereas the moon seemed to bring a cold feeling. Unlike the sun, you could look up at it without it hurting your eyes. Without noticing it, Alice was humming along to a soft tune, one Rose had taught her when she was little. Alice smiled, she hadn't sung since then.
I think the universe is on, my side. Heaven and Earth have finally, aligned.
"Days are good, and that's the way it should be," Alice sang softly. Quietly so she wouldn't draw attention to herself. She inhaled, breathing in the cool, yet murky scented air.
You sprinkle stardust on my, pillow case. It's like a moon being brushed across, my face.
Nights are good, and that's the way it should be.
You make me sing ooh ooh ooh, la la la.
You make a girl go ooh ooh ooh, I'm in love, love.
"Did you see that shooting star tonight," Alice sung in a whisper. "Were you dazzled by the same, constellations. Did you and Jupiter conspire to get me. I think you and the moon and Neptune got it right. Cause now I'm shining bright."
Suddenly, Alice saw a shooting star. Her first ever shooting star. She smiled, closing her eyes.
I wish…
A/N: Getting into Fable 3 now, and we all know what special event is coming up...Reaver's Masquerade Party! Who's excited?! I know I definitely am :)
Also, for anyone wondering, the song Alice was singing was 'Bright' by Echosmiths :) I recommend giving it a listen :)
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