Notes: I own nothing about Fable II. The most I own out of this is the character Phoebe. She is mine, I created her ages ago. This is only the first chapter, and I am going to post the rest (once it will let me) on a place called www. fanfiction .net. It will be under Games and under Fable. I hope you check it out.
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Chapter One
I ambled across the waterfront in Bloodstone, busying myself by taking in the rough appearance of this region. It was still somewhat foreign to me. Albion seemed like a visual language I didn't speak anymore. The only familiarity of my life now was Theresa, Hammer, and of course, Marten, my dog.

Now, here I was, here to claim the third Hero, the Hero of Skill. Only, he was a pompous a.s.s that required me to play a game of becoming popular. I had paid the bard on the corner several times to sing of my adventures. He did a good job, I'll admit. But I often wonder how bards know all of this.

Sparrow, you need to keep up what you are doing. Your renown is almost high enough for you to meet with Reaver again.

I didn't respond to Theresa, or make any attempts to raise my renown. I was exhausted. But there was nowhere to go, and I had to stay. The sooner I was able to persuade Reaver off of his high horse to come with me, the sooner I could defeat Lucien for killing Rose.

Rose...

I felt that same, numb tingling feeling consume me as it did every time I thought of my older sister. Whom.. I missed very, very much. I still remember our days on the streets together, fending for ourselves, almost starving... ???You, stranger!??? My reverie shattered, the glass of my memories falling and revealing reality, the present.

I turned to see a grubby looking male. His beard and mustache, that once appeared to be white, were filthy, and an old, dirty had hid the top of his head. ???Are ye the newcomer to Bloodstone???? I nodded, not bothering to speak, clarify who I was. It was easier and much more productive to let others do the talking. ???Aye... I felt as though I should warn ye 'bout a rumor.??? When I didn't respond, my vacant expression urged him on. ???There is tell of a witch from the Black City walkin' the streets.??? Black City? I had never even heard of the place. ???Maybe she ain't a witch, maybe she's really a warlock man. They ain't from here, look nothin' like the kind of here, and ye'll know'em when ye see'em.??? I made the motion to thank the man,