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Dameon
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Archon's Blood
"They're both where they belong now," Dameon remembered his sister Theresa saying. He had just defeated Jack of Blades and cast the Sword of Aeons into the Void with him. No amount of power, he decided, was worth his sister's blood. "It's time for me to find where I belong. I know it's not here," Theresa said. He never saw his sister again.
Dameon looked around the Chamber of Fate. He noticed that something was wrong... there was a strange feeling of uneasiness in the Chamber. The Hero looked directly at the center and his jaw dropped as a giant gold dragon came swirling out of the emblem in the center. Dameon pulled from the sheath on his back the Harbinger, the sword of the ancient hero Huw that Dameon had pulled from the rock at the Temple of Avo. He expected this to be another of Jack's evils, come to kill him and take revenge. However, the Dragon spoke.
"YOU, DESCENDENT OF THE ARCHON OF THE OLD KINGDOM OF ALBION. YOU HAVE DESTROYED THE SWORD OF AEONS, THE ARCHON'S SACRED WEAPON. FOR THIS, THE SPIRIT OF ARCHON'S BLOOD WILL CURSE YOU AND YOU WILL BE HAUNTED BY THE CREATURES OF THE OLD KINGDOM AND YOU WILL DIE."
The dragon then dissappeared in a plume of smoke.
Dameon jumped up in his bed from fear, cold sweat running down his face. "What is it, dear?" his wife Audrey asked him.
"Nothing... It was nothing. Just... a bad dream," he lied. Dameon didn't usually lie to his wife, but he had been making it a bit of a habit the past few weeks. He had killed Jack of Blades almost two years ago, and his fame had all but died, as most Heroes' do. The people had moved on in this era of peace. But lately he had been having this same terrible nightmare every night.
The Hero looked over on the mantle at his legendary sword. The Harbinger had been Dameon's trusty sidekick since he killed the the White Balverine in Knothole Glade. It brought him a small bit of comfort as he recalled all the memories it had. The Arena- ah, how glorious was the Arena!- was a time when he cherished it most. It saved his life more than once in that "ring of sand and blood," as Theresa had reffered to it.
Dameon lay his head back down on the pillow and attempted to go back to sleep. As he drifted slowly into his dreams, he thought he heard the faint screech of rusty armor plates rubbing against each other.
--Well, this is obviously a direct sequel to the original Fable. This is the character that I created as I played, and the times and accomplishments will generally be mine. Anyway, this is just the prologue chapter, and more chapters are to come. Tell me what you think!--
"They're both where they belong now," Dameon remembered his sister Theresa saying. He had just defeated Jack of Blades and cast the Sword of Aeons into the Void with him. No amount of power, he decided, was worth his sister's blood. "It's time for me to find where I belong. I know it's not here," Theresa said. He never saw his sister again.
Dameon looked around the Chamber of Fate. He noticed that something was wrong... there was a strange feeling of uneasiness in the Chamber. The Hero looked directly at the center and his jaw dropped as a giant gold dragon came swirling out of the emblem in the center. Dameon pulled from the sheath on his back the Harbinger, the sword of the ancient hero Huw that Dameon had pulled from the rock at the Temple of Avo. He expected this to be another of Jack's evils, come to kill him and take revenge. However, the Dragon spoke.
"YOU, DESCENDENT OF THE ARCHON OF THE OLD KINGDOM OF ALBION. YOU HAVE DESTROYED THE SWORD OF AEONS, THE ARCHON'S SACRED WEAPON. FOR THIS, THE SPIRIT OF ARCHON'S BLOOD WILL CURSE YOU AND YOU WILL BE HAUNTED BY THE CREATURES OF THE OLD KINGDOM AND YOU WILL DIE."
The dragon then dissappeared in a plume of smoke.
Dameon jumped up in his bed from fear, cold sweat running down his face. "What is it, dear?" his wife Audrey asked him.
"Nothing... It was nothing. Just... a bad dream," he lied. Dameon didn't usually lie to his wife, but he had been making it a bit of a habit the past few weeks. He had killed Jack of Blades almost two years ago, and his fame had all but died, as most Heroes' do. The people had moved on in this era of peace. But lately he had been having this same terrible nightmare every night.
The Hero looked over on the mantle at his legendary sword. The Harbinger had been Dameon's trusty sidekick since he killed the the White Balverine in Knothole Glade. It brought him a small bit of comfort as he recalled all the memories it had. The Arena- ah, how glorious was the Arena!- was a time when he cherished it most. It saved his life more than once in that "ring of sand and blood," as Theresa had reffered to it.
Dameon lay his head back down on the pillow and attempted to go back to sleep. As he drifted slowly into his dreams, he thought he heard the faint screech of rusty armor plates rubbing against each other.
--Well, this is obviously a direct sequel to the original Fable. This is the character that I created as I played, and the times and accomplishments will generally be mine. Anyway, this is just the prologue chapter, and more chapters are to come. Tell me what you think!--
