This is my fan-fiction story based on the Fable 2-3 video games
Even if you have not played the game I sincerely hope you enjoy this story and would love to hear feedback! Thank you!
Chapter 1.
The Knight in the Dark. (part 1)
Darkness. Nothing but darkness. That is all that Sir Walter Beck could see, the never ending pitch blackness of the cave. Frightened sobs of Sir Stephen, one of the only three survivors of the whole battalion, the screeches of diseased bats and drips of soiled water echoed in Walter’s ears. Day two inside, they were trapped by the enemy. Three men. Three men just waiting to die alone in the darkness.
“I CAN NOT BEAR ANOTHER MOMENT! WE ARE GOING TO DIE IN HERE!” Stephen screamed, Lieutenant Swift could not see the madman until it was too late, Stephen placed his rifle within his mouth and like a flash of lightning he fired. His blood now splattered on the stone walls. Swift fell to his knees holding Stephen’s lifeless body “You fool! You weak minded fool!” Walter could only sit and listen to the violent sobs of his old friend Swift. Walter placed his head into his trembling hands ‘Maybe we are going to die in here. How did it come to this?’
It then all came back to him. Lord Lucien sent Sir Walter and a group of fifteen men to deal with a small camp of bandits, but when they arrived at the site in Brightwood they were out numbered. Such loyal men, all dead. They didn’t even know what was happening until it was too late. How could this happen? In a panic Walter charged at the pile of rocks covering the exit, punching the stone barrier until his knuckles were bloody and his fingers were broken. He fell to the ground clenching the wound in his side from the battle, tears streaming down his dirty face until he finally fell unconscious.
Nightmares haunted him throughout the night ‘Walter, why didn’t you stop Stephen? Why didn’t you lead the men elsewhere? You should have recruited more men. You could have saved them all. If only you weren’t so weak.’ voices echoed in his ears until light, he suddenly felt light. As if the sun was finally caressing his young tear soaked cheeks. He could hear a woman’s voice “Are you alright?” then Swift “Yes, but my friend. We have been trapped in here for 3 days now, please.” Walter opened his eyes for a brief moment only to see a glimpse of a fair woman, the light looked like it followed her, or was she the light?
‘I must be dreaming, wake up Walter! Wake up!’ he thought as he fell back unconscious.