Fable 2: Equestrian Cove

"Trixie, I have some more questions about this land, care to answer?" Sparrow asked a little while after Trixie's several hour long life story ended.

"I guess?"

"How does this place run, like, king, queen, what?"

"Equestria is run by two immortal Princesses, Celestia and Luna. Celestia raises the sun in the morning and lowers it at night, Luna raises the moon at night and lowers it in the morning. It repeats like that everyday." Trixie answered. "How is...where you're from ran?"

"We had a king...and a queen, but she died long ago." Sparrow didn't really want to recall that night when he learned about the queen.

"'Had' a king? What happened to him?"

"I kinda...killed him." Sparrow laughed awkwardly.

"You killed your king?!" Trixie was appalled.

"I had a good reason!" Sparrow argued.

"What reason could you possibly have to kill royalty!" Trixie shouted back.

"The king was evil. Well, let me start further back. When I was a kid my sister and I were living on the street, there was a merchant named Murgo that was selling 'magical items'. My sister helped me get the five gold that one of the items costed, a music box, we got it and went to a quieter area, the music box was said to be able to grant a wish. When we wound it up my sister wished that we could live in the castle with the king. After the wish was made the box shot a bright light into the sky and disappeared.

Later that night some guards came to find us and they escorted us to the castle, long story short-" Sparrow was interrupted by Trixie

"You got to live in the castle with the king?"

"No. He talked to us for a while, he asked us to stand on this weird stone thing and when we did it lit up a vibrant blue, he touched it and it changed from blue to red. He looked worried, he went back to his desk and looked over some notes, after a minute...he got a gun...and he... he shot her, he shot my sister. He then continued to shoot me, I lived however, even though I was shot out of a giant window some thirty stories up. A women named Theresa found me and nursed me back to health. Ten or fifteen years later I faced the king, his name was Lucian, in the Spire, a device that supposedly made the user incredibly powerful. The first time it was used, however, it destroyed everything.

I wound up killing him with the same music box that threw my life into hell. I had three choices afterwards, a very large sum of gold, resurrect all who died building the Spire, or bring my dog, there was a dog, back to life. I chose to resurrect all the people who died building the monolith of a spire. A year later I found Murgo again, helped him with another one of his items and now I'm here, oh, and I shot Murgo before I left though, I hate leaving business unfinished." Sparrow ended his little story with a sad laugh.

"That's terrible, how did you cope?"

"Lot's and lot's and lot's of helping people. There isn't a single person in Albion that doesn't know my name." Sparrow put on a small smile. "While I'm dead in Albion, I left a good name in my wake."

"Wow...just wow." Trixie was astonished, to lead such a full life, alone, and still be cheery and happy, it must be difficult.

"Anyways, I don't like to dwell on bad things. It happened and there's nothing I can do about it."

"You do all of that, and you still want to help me? I'm nobody, just a failure in a cape." Trixie hung her head.

"Wha? Failure in a cape? No no, you've just had some bad luck. And I want to help you because it's what I do, I like helping  people." Sparrow shrugged.

"One more thing, it's obvious you have no problem killing, so why didn't you blast me with your magic?"

"I don't know, something just told me not to." Sparrow lied, he knew why he couldn't.

"Did you have ponies like us in Albion?"

"No, not that I know of."

"Than aren't you the least bit weirded out that there are talking ponies here?"

"Not really, I mean, there were nine talking doors back in Albion, if doors talked, than I wouldn't be surprised if everything spoke in languages I couldn't understand." Sparrow was being honest about that.

"Talking doors? That's just silly!" Trixie laughed. "What did they talk about?"

"Riddles, if I solved them, and I did, they would open and give a very good prize, one even gave me a house and a war-hammer made of amethyst."

"Huh, what are the weapons on your back from? More doors?" (One does not simply...)

"The sword, named The Daichi, I got from a secret cave at the bottom of a well. The crossbow, called the Rammer, I got by destroying fifty gargoyal statues that plagued Albion's travelers by mocking them."

"Wow, everything in Albion seems overly-complicated." Trixie stated.

"You have no idea how true that is."

PART THREE: THE PARENTS

Several hours of walking later they arrived at Hoofington. "It's to late to see them tonight, we should check into a hotel." Trixie suggested.

"Alright, I wonder," Sparrow took some gold coins from his pocket, "would these work?"

"If you're from Albion, how do you have Equestrian bits?"

"So that's a yes? They would work?"

"Yeah, they'd work." Trixie spotted a hotel sign. "It's over here."

"AHHHH! Monster!" A random pony shouted.

"Just ignore him, Sparrow." Trixie said. They found the hotel and walked in. "Uh, hi, how much for a night?"

"Four-hundred bits." The clerk said, uninterested.

"Ponyfeathers! I only two hundred seventy." Trixie scolded herself.

"I got it." Sparrow tossed a small bag of six-hundred gold. "Pretty sure there's six or seven hundred in there, keep the change."

"Thank you." Trixie whispered.

"Here's your key, sixth floor room three." The clerk tossed a key to Sparrow with her magic and turned back to her book.

"Night, Ma'am." Sparrow said before walking with Trixie to the stairwell.

They soon found their room and got comfortable. Sparrow removed his armor and put some sleep-pants on. Trixie's jaw dropped in surprise from what she saw. 'Nice body, but what is with all the blue lines? They aren't tattoos, and Sparrow said that Albion doesn't have cutie-marks. Are they...glowing? Yeah, the lines are glowing. He has a few scars too.' She thought.

"Geez, first Rarity and now you, is everyone gunna stare?" Sparrow laughed, he knew why.

"S-sorry." Trixie felt a heat rise in her face. "What is with the blue lines?"

"They appeared when I got my ranks high enough, if I was evil they'd be red." Sparrow explained plainly.

"Oh. So it is kind of like a cutie mark?"

"Kinda. Anyways, best get to sleep." Sparrow noticed that there was only one bed. 'That clerk is a bitch...' He thought. "I'll take the couch."

"Oh, um, you sure?" Trixie felt her face grow red again.

"You want me to take up ninety percent of the bed?"

"I could just...sleep on you?" Trixie shy'd away from Sparrow after realizing what she said.

"Alright I guess." Sparrow shrugged. He climbed into the bed and Trixie crawled on top of him. She magic'd the blanket over them and blew out the candles, leaving the window as the primary light source. (How do you spell adorable? Oh yeah! t-h-i-s)

Sparrow woke up an hour later on his own and saw Trixie asleep with the cutest little smile on her face. 'My heart cannot take this level of adorableness, must...look...away' He thought. 'Now that I think of it...holy hell this is awkward.'

Trixie awoke first. 'I must be dreaming.' She thought. She crawled out of bed and woke Sparrow in the process.

"Hey, sleep well?" He asked.

"It was okay." Trixie lied 'The best night of sleep I've gotten in years' was more like it. "Try to hurry up and get dressed so we can see my parents. But be warned, dad is captain of the town guard and is quick to anger." Trixie quickly brushed her mane placed her hat atop her head.

"What is it, seven in the morning? They're probably not even awake yet. How we go get you something good to eat." Sparrow suggested.

"Don't humans need food to survive as well?"

"I'm the only one who doesn't, I mean, I can eat, it's just not necessary. So is that a yes?"

"Sure. Thanks." Trixie blushed, no one was ever this nice to her, not even her parents. Sparrow quickly put his normal Knotwhole Knight armor back on (helmet excluded) and made the bed.

"Shall we go?" Sparrow held the door for a red-faced Trixie.

"Y-yeah, let's go." Trixie walked out the door and Sparrow followed her down the stairwell, making sure to stare daggers into the clerk as the left the building.

They soon found a decent diner and took a seat. Trixie looked at her menu and let her jaw drop

Mother

Fucking.

Pinecones!

Everyone who knows Trixie knows she loves pinecones. "Yes!" She quietly exclaimed.

"Hmm? See something you like?" Sparrow asked.

"You have no idea." She mumbled. Some time later the waiter took her order and brought out her long awaited-for pinecones. She took a bite and her mind was filled with a tasteful ecstasy.

"Something tells me you like the pinecones." Sparrow laughed. He stopped laughing when he noticed Trixie was actually in tears. "Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's not you, well, it is, but it's complicated. You, in two days have been nicer to me than anyone has in my entire life. I mean, you spared me when I was seriously hurting other ponies, you listened to my entire life story, you trusted me with painful memories of your past, you paid for a night in a high-class hotel, hay, you let me sleep on you! No one else would even think of doing all of that for me. I still can't understand why though, it can't be just because you like helping people." Trixie wiped her eyes with her napkin.

"Well, plus, I think you're kinda cute." Sparrow admitted. Trixie's jaw went slack again.

"You think I'm...cute?"

"Yeah, I mean, you have your little hat, your cape, and your blush." Sparrow explained.

"I've never been called cute before...There it is again! There you go being all nice and caring without proper reason!"

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No! I love it!" Trixie laughed warmly.

"You should hurry up and eat your pinecones so we can go."

"Alright, and, thank you Sparrow."

Trixie and Sparrow stood outside the decorative building belonging to Trixie's parents. "Go ahead Trixie, knock." Sparrow said. Trixie tapped a hoof on her parent's expensive looking door.

"Who is it?!" A gruff souding voice chimed from the other side.

"It's me, dad, Trixie." Trixie said slowly.

"What do you want?" The voice, accompanied by the clanks of locks as the door swung open.

"Hello sir, please explain as to why you made your daughter upset enough to attack a village?" Sparrow got down to eye level with Trixie's father.

"What I do with my children is none of your business!" Trixie's father shouted back. "Besides, why would I take family advice from a monster?"

"Answer...the FUCKING question." Sparrow demanded. "You do not want to make an enemy of me."

"Fine than! If you really want to know I'll tell you! But one thing, freak, is that you do NOT come to my house and threaten me. I could kill you right now and the town would-"

"You can't kill me, because I can't be killed." Sparrow interrupted.

"Sure you can't." Trixie's father growled. Trixie walked in, as did Sparrow [having to duck, for the doorway was a tad too small] "Why exactly do you want to talk to me?"

"Well, you caused Trixie to endanger the lives of ponies just so you'd be proud of her. Why though?" Sparrow started.

"Without family, you are nothing. And she is not worthy her great family!" Trixie's father shouted.

"That is where you are wrong, sir. I...I have no family, and yet I am beloved by hundreds of thousands. Family is a group meant to teach each other, to help grow. You think family makes the person, er, pony, but no, what the per-pony does make them, not who they come from." Sparrow took a breath. "Based on impressions I've gotten from you so far, you are not worthy of her. I've listened to every part of Trixie's life and she is a great women, er, mare. And you, are a heartless depressed bastard who had issues with expression of emotion of any kind, except anger." Sparrow spoke nothing but truth.

Trixie's father sat, in shock that anyone had the gall to say that to his face. "GO buck yourself. I have every right to be the way I am! I have had the hardest life of anyone in this room! You know nothing about what I've been through!" Her father shouted suddenly.

"Tell me! What the hell have you been through!" Sparrow shouted back.

"I lived poorly in Manehatten for most of my life." He said simply. Sparrow through his head back.

"That's IT?!" He boomed.

"Yeah, painful stuff, right?"

"Dad, that is nothing compared to what Sparrow had to deal with." Trixie said.

"What have you been through that's so horrible?" Her father asked.

"When I was just a kid the king of my land killed my sister and tried to kill me, I spent nearly twenty years trying to get to him, watched families torn apart by bandits, killed thousands, and basically went to hell and back trying to save Albion from it's own king. I killed him and now I'm here, helping Trixie deal with you." Sparrow said coldly. "I still hear Rose in my sleep..."

"Oh, wow. That's bad. I must apologize then. Trixie, I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive me eventually, but for now, get the hay outta my house." Trixie's father pointed to the door."And you Sparrow, I hope your sister burns in Tartarus." Trixie rushed out of the house in tears and Sparrow shot out the windows as he left.

Sparrow spent an hour searching for his companion after she ran off. "Trixie? Trixie where are you!" He called. He heard sobbing in a nearby alleyway and took poked his head in, spotting a familiar hat sticking above a dumpster. "Trixie, is that you?"

"Go away, Sparrow, I want to be alone." Trixie chocked out. "I'm happy you tried, but there is no reasoning with him. He has to be the winner every time."

"I didn't just look all around this town being branded as a monster or a freak just to be pushed off by the mare I was looking for." Sparrow laughed. He took a seat by Trixie and took her hat off, "I have a chicken suit, please don't make me put it on to cheer you up." He managed to get a laugh from Trixie.

"Why do you have a chicken suit?" She asks

"It's complicated." Sparrow ran a hand through Trixie's mane, "You have a lot of knots." he noted.

"It's the hat." She grumbled. "I normally only wear during shows."

"I think it would be best to go back to Ponyville, away from this place." Sparrow suggested

"Back to Ponyville? I don't think that would be the best idea, since you know, I blasted two of the Elements."

"Given time, they'll forgive you. I don't think they will hold much of a grudge when you explain why, sure they'll be mad for a while, but not forever."

"Alright, I hope you are right about that." Trixie stands. "But what then? What happens when we get there?"

"That is to be discovered." Sparrow says.

"I think I left my carriage there actually." Trixie puts her hat on while Sparrow gets up.

"Let's go ahead and start heading to Ponyville."

Trixie and Sparrow started on their many hour long journey to Ponyville after going back and damaging Trixie's father's house that much more.

Sparrow couldn't see in the future, but he had a feeling that his life would be better in Equestria than it was in Albion.

Authors note: This chapter took way to long to make.

I'll start on chapter 4 when an idea come to mind.