~Third Person~

Ben Finn had finally finished chapter 3 of his autobiography, even though he had misplaced one of his chapters somewhere. Pleased with his work, he threw it at the unsuspecting Tick, who was struck in the face before turning to glare at Ben, who now sat with an amused expression.

"New Chapter?"

"…Yup."

Tick picked up the pages and read the first few lines as he walked towards Grove and Gould, who were lying down beside a fire after a pretty rough night of hollow men. Ben smiled at the sleepy men, before his mind wandered to other… colourful things, like the latest broken-hearted barmaid he'd left in Brightwall. But at least this one didn't have an angry husband.

'When the birds and the bees are whispering in the trees

And our soldiers have gone to fight our war…'

Ben picked up his head. Was he imagining things, or was there a female singing? He stood up to see other men swiveling their heads round to the song. It was definitely a female's voice, and a beautiful one at that.

'Well they left their miss at home

Sitting cold sad and alone

And we really wish that they could come home

Come hoome, come hooome, come hoooome…'

Men started to walk towards the voice, which was coming from the gate, until Major Swift appeared from his tent and told them to go out on patrol on the other side of the fort. Feeling slightly disheartened, Captain Finn went back to where he'd sat for the past hour and thought about chapter four until very shortly the gates were opened up and three new people entered.

~Normal~

Never before had I been so pleased to see sunlight! The Hobbes in the monorail cave were sickeningly squishy to kill and there were so many. By the time we had exited the cave, I was covered in blood- luckily not my own. But where we arrived wasn't anywhere better than the cave. We were in Mourningwood and Walter was right; the stench was disgusting and my nose was burning from the fumes I had inhaled. In the distance we could see the fort Walter told Annabel and I about.

"There it is- Mourningwood fort. There are plenty of soldiers there, but they'll be on our side," said Walter whilst trying to pull himself out of a deep part of the marsh.

Annabel looked at me and we both instantly knew the same thing. There was an old soldier song that my Dad taught me before I left, one that my Mother used to sing a lot and I shared with Elliot and Annabel, so I began to sing. This made Annabel laugh and clap along, while Walter looked on amused.

Soon Mourningwood fort loomed over us, and we let Walter talk to the soldier on guard before he called out, "Open the gate! Tell Major Swift Walter's here!"

With a loud groan, the gates opened up and we slowly walked in, scanning our new environment. Inside, soldiers were lounging next to fires looking truly exhausted from a battle of sorts. On the right, three graves were being filled in by soil with a couple of men stood by them looking sombre. The princess and Sir Walter walked towards a man I supposed was in charge, but I hung back a little, and examined where we were a little more. It seemed like a nice placed, but I felt slightly conscious of all the men staring at Annabel and I like they hadn't eaten for two weeks.

"Walter! It has been far too long old friend," a man with a rather magnificent moustache called out to Walter. They laughed before shaking their hands in a tight grip before moustache –man noticed two young females that had walked in with Walter.

"Well, Walter, we have been busy…"

Walter gave a long, deep laugh before replying. "Major Swift, I would like you to meet Princess Annabel- a hero like her father," he added before beckoning me over, so I slowly walked over to them, "and this is Emily, our best maid, and a good shoot as well. Just treat them as any pair of hands."

Major Swift nodded and shook both our hands before calling over a man named 'Captain Ben Finn'. I gasped. It was him, the autobiography one! I felt the pages heavy in my pocket and smiled, before realising that Annabel was looking at me funny. I shook my head at her, thinking that I'll just tell her later. Ben Finn walked over to us, though he was nothing I had imagined. I mean, sure, he was handsome, but I'd always imagined him a brunette, but he had messy blonde hair with bright blue eyes. I felt odd, knowing what I did about him with him not having a clue about who I was.

"Captain Finn, this is Annabel-"Annabel smiled, "-And this is Emily." I curtseyed, feeling a little embarrassed. "Could you grab Gould and let him escort Annabel to the mortar and teach her how to use it, and then take Emily to the shooting range," Moustache-man A.K.A Major Swift ordered.

Before Annabel walked off though, I quickly pulled her back and asked, "Will you be okay?"

She smiled at me before nodding and saying, "I'll be fine, you just worry too much," she teased.

"Okay Major, let's see how great a shot the maid is," Captain Finn winked at me, and in my head I instantly thought 'DON'T BLUSH DON'T BLUSH DON'T BLUSH' so I settled for looking down and examining something completely uninteresting on the ground. He walked away to find Gould, then once he had he showed me to the shooting range, a small space hidden from the rest of the fort with a table and some bottles to shoot. I pulled out my gun and got ready to shoot before he pulled out his arm to tell me to stop.

"Hang on love," He started, leaning in close to whisper in my ear, "Why don't we make things interesting? Every time you miss, you take off an article of clothing-"

Realising what he was saying, I aimed my gun and shot all three targets down before looking at him, "How about no?"

He put his arms up in surrender. "Hey, can't help a guy for trying, it's been a while."

We shot a few more rounds, neither of us missing until captain Finn spoke up again. "So, uh, what's it like being a maid to the princess?"

"She's a very good friend, so I enjoy it," I replied, "We've have a lot of fun over the years."

"Oh yeah? Cleaning and sorts?"

"Yeah, but a lot of the time it was just looking after Annabel and making sure she was okay."

"I could give her a good looking after..." He mumbled to himself, sounding really dirty as he said it.

Well, it was official- Ben Finn was a weird man who was obsessed with females, but a fun guy to be around, so long as he wasn't trying to get in your pants. We tried doing some bets on the shooting, but we kept tying, so we laughed and gave up.

We heard some shouts and guns shot. "Shit!" Ben yelled before reloading his rifle and pulling me out of our sheltered shooting range. "Come on, we've got some hollow men to kill."

"Hollow men?" I thought they weren't real, but Captain Finn certainly seemed convinced enough, so I went with it. When I saw what the soldiers were shooting at, I almost screamed- corpses were standing, moving and shooting. I didn't think twice before finding a spot to stand next to Ben and shooting as many of the bastards that I could possibly shoot. Slowly though, Hollow men began to surround Ben and I, so back to back we grabbed our swords and began slashing through the hordes of undead. We span around and dodged swords and bullets. I was so busy with one zombie that wouldn't die I didn't recognise another hollow man swinging at me until ben pulled me out of the way. I grunted a quick thank you before killing the accused hollow man and continued.

The numbers began to slow, and it looked like we were winning, until we heard a loud cry. To my right, I could see Gould on the ground, clutching his shoulder which was now covered in blood. He was very much exposed to the hollow men still shooting, so Ben ran over to him to drag him over to the wall where he'd be safer. But then of course that was when a large number of hollow men decided to surround me once again, and without Ben on my back, I was completely out numbered. I was so terrified, I felt numb as I shakily tried to kill them off until Ben came back like a knight in shining armour and finished them off for me.

I stood panting for a moment before saying, "Thanks- for – that- is that all of them?"

He grinned at me. "Yeah, that's all of them."

That sounded like Christmas to me and I stretched out my arms, mumbling about how great a hot bath would be. But when I looked back at Ben, he was looking funnily at my waist. "Err… E-Emily?"

"What?" I looked down as it said it, but then when I did look, I understood what he was talking about. Through my shirt, I could see blood seeping and spreading, and then sharp pain hit me. MY head began to cloud and my vision blurred, and before I knew it I was on the ground, with somebody calling out my named until I completely blacked out from pain.

~Authors note~

Yay! Another chapter done and dusted :) I would love it if you reviewed; it always gives me warm fuzzies inside!

Aaah, it's that time of year, where it's almost the summer holidays and you JUST. WANT. TO. LEAVE. SCHOOL. Anybody who's also in school, hang in there!

Thank you for reading!

Disclaimer: As much as I really want Lionhead to just come to my door and give me fable along with Ben Finn and Elliot (Simon Pegg and Nicholas Hoult yumyumyum!) I do not own Fable or anyone in it. BOO.