Thanks to the reviewers: Paradox Of Life, redconvoy

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Fable: The Last Hero

Got a Ba Feeling

The sun had set on Domino Village and the Spring Festival was winding down to an end. The only event still going were the dancers, and even they were on their last performance.

Yami paid little attention to the ladies on stage, unlike his friend who had a puddle of drool around his feet and a flushed face. Yami ran his fingertips over the gold inlay of the music box. He still couldn't believe it was just 3 gold pieces, or that it was from the Old Kingdom.

The short teen was pushed from his thoughts as the men around him stood and whistled and the dancers gathered at the front and took a bow.

"Some show, huh!" Joey said as he stretched.

"Yeah. Sure."

The blond gave his friend a scrutinizing look. "You didn't even watch. Did you?"

Yami sighed and followed his friend through the crowd. "Joey, we go over this every year. I'm attracted to guys. The dancing was nice, but it's not the same for me as it is for you."

"I know, but did you SEE the blond one! She kept lookin' at me! I know it!"

Yami rolled his eyes as they stopped outside the Wheelers shop. "I'm sure she was."

Joey grinned. "It's a good thing I have a plan to meet her!" Yami inwardly groaned, because he knew this plan was going to involve him and it would backfire horribly. Almost all of Joeys plans backfired, especially when they involved Yami.

"I don't want to know."

"Aww, come on, man! I'm gonna need you to-"

"How about you tell me tomorrow? I need to get home and give this to Mother before she goes to bed. Besides, I'll be coming by to pick up Fathers sword. You can tell me then."

"Alright, man. See you tomorrow."

Yami just nodded and waved to his friend as he left. He really did need to get home, but he also needed some quite time. Yami really did like Joey, but it was hard to have serious thoughts with the blond around.

'I really hope Mother likes this music box… She never smiles anymore, not real smiles, anyway. I know she's in pain, but she always puts on a brave face for everyone.

I need to remember to buy bread tomorrow. We are almost out. I just hope I have enough money to get us through until the crops are ready. This drought is making things harder than usual.'

Yami stopped just short of his front door as the bad feeling he had earlier this morning shot through him like an icy bullet. Something was wrong. He could feel it.

The young man flung open the door. "Mother!" He cried, expecting the worst.

"Yami? Whatever is the shouting for? I know the festival is loud, but you are home now… Are you ok? You look pale." His mother was fine. Seated on a chair in front of a roaring fire.

"Yeah… I am fine. I was… just worried about you. Has anything happened?"

She laughed. "Of course not. Josephs mother came by earlier to chat. I really like the Wheelers. Oh! How is that sword coming along?"

"Fine. I'm going to pick it up tomorrow."

"Good! Your father was always fond of that thing, even though guns are what everyone is using now a days. What's that in your hand?"

Yami grinned and pulled up a chair next to her. "I present for you." He said and uncovered it.

Her eyes widened as Yami placed the music box in her hands. "Yami, how-?"

"It's a music box. I bought it off an old woman at the festival for 3 gold. She claims it's Old Kingdom, but I don't know how much stock I put in that."

"An old woman? What did she look like?"

"I don't know. She was wearing a black cloak and hood. Why?"

"Oh, just wondering."

Yami scratched his chin. "She said it was 'fit for a queen' not sure what that's supposed to mean though."

His mother gasped.

"Are you ok? What's wrong?"

She quickly looked away. "I… I'm just tired. It's late."

Yami nodded and stood. "Let me help you to bed."

She nodded slowly and took his hand, but kept a firm hold on the music box.

Once upstairs, Yami led his mother to her bed. "Would you like me to get you anything? Water maybe?" He asked, but she shook her head.

"No, thank you. " She reached up and cupped his cheek. "I must be the luckiest woman alive to have a son like you."


"Thank you for the gift. You really are your father's son. Let us retire."

Yami nodded slowly and closed the door behind him as he left his mother's room.

His own room, just across the hall from his mothers, was mostly bare and boring. Though, there were a few mementos of Yami's childhood scattered about. Yami sighed as he laid down and stared out the window just above his bed. The bad, icy feeling was still there is his gut, but he pushed it aside in favor for sleep.

'It's probably just from worrying about Mother. Everything will be fine. I'm sure of it.' Even with those thoughts of reassurance, Yami fell into a restless sleep.


Just finished the storyline for Fable 3. The next game better hurry up and get here. _