AN- I, like a lot of others, was annoyed that you couldn't marry Ben Finn (Oh why Lionhead, you let us marry Elliot but not Ben), and thus, this story was born :) Pleasee review, I'll love you forever.

Disclaimer - I don't own Fable

Soldier in Blood Splattered Uniform

Chapter One

They walked out of the cave into the open air, a marshy swamp under their feet. They were in Mourningwood. Skye, the princess of Albion, and her mentor Walter, were collecting allies to lead a rebellion and throw her eldest brother off the throne before he ran the kingdom into complete and utter chaos.

"I hope the people we are looking for are still alive" Walter said nervously.

She was confused, and it must have shown on her face. "Why wouldn't they be?" She asked .

"Because, come nightfall, Mourningwood is one of the most dangerous places in Albion" He replied.

Fear was etched into her face as she thought of all the stories she had heard about hobbes, hollowmen, mercenaries and other dangerous creatures that could be found lurking in some of the less civilized places of Albion. Even though she'd just been through a full cave of hobbes, the thought of being in Mourningwood at nightfall displeased her. Skye tried to hide her fear because she knew this was necessary in order to become queen. She was expected to do this, without difficulty, because she was a hero. Just like her father, who died along with her mother when Skye was fifteen. Skye pushed the thought of her mind, she didn't want to think about it, it brought back to many memories. Ones she'd rather forget about.

In all this time that she'd been thinking, Skye realized that Walter had been talking but she hadn't been listening to anything he'd been saying.

After a few minutes of listening to Walter babble on, he stopped. A soldier popped out of a lookout above some rickety gates, pointing his weapons towards them both.

"Cease your movement, be you men or be you hollowmen?" The soldier asked.

"Have you gone daft boy. Open up the door." Walter commanded.

"Walter, is that you?" The soldier replied, timidly, embarrassed that he thought they might have been hollowmen.

"The very same." Walter said, his jolly aura reflected in his voice. "Now let us in."

"Open up these doors, and tell Major Swift that Walter is here." The soldier yelled down to the other side of the gates.

The giant wooden gates groaned as they opened and the two walked inside the fort.

They were greeted by two men, one with a big mustache and a blonde soldier who was quite handsome in Skye's opinion.

"Walter, what in the blazes are you doing here?" The mustached man asked, puzzled but still thrilled that an old friend had come to see him.

"I came here looking for you," Walter replied, his face then turning serious. "I have a proposition."

"You came all this way to proposition us? And I thought you were here to save us from the legions of the damned" The other soldier said, a smirk plastered on his face.

Skye looked at him, her eyes trying (but failing) not to linger. He was even more gorgeous up close.