The Final battle/Prologue

A lone armored figure stood at the entrance of a bridge. He then walked across the bridge into the open. A voice shouted ''Ah, here you are...'' the Armored figure looked around for the source. The voice continued to speak. "It's been a long wait... But I knew you'd free me eventually." The armored figure continued looking for the source of the voice as it kept on talking. "Yes, always the puppet. Don't you ever get tired of having your strings pulled?" The Armored Figure then proceeded down the bridge to the center of a small Coliseum.

In front of him was molten lava Cliff with cracks of Granite debris everywhere. The voice then continued "I am no mortal man. The Gods and Demons you fear and worship are as nothing to me." Rising from the lava, wings flapping, a huge dragon landed on the molten granite debris and roared at the armored figure. The armored figure then drew out a sword with a white blade and charged to the dragon swinging his sword until the dragon jumps up and lands back down on the molten granite debris, causing a shock-wave of debris pushing the armored figure back a distance onto the ground. Using the sword as a brace he gets up and charged again towards the Black crimson dragon. He tried to swing his sword but the Black Crimson dragon flapped its wings causing a strong force of wind against the armored figure, barely holding his ground he stabbed his white sword into the ground as an anchor to keep from blowing away, the black crimson dragon then took to the sky. With his sword still lodged in the ground he began chanting, a light pulsating in his hands.

The armored figure then lifted his hands to the sky. The skies became cloudy with smog. Lightning began to continuously strike the black crimson dragon hitting its wings forcing the dragon into a premature landing. Seeing this as an opportunity the armored figure then drew his white sword from the ground and charged towards the dragon. Jumping on its head he pierced his white blade through the dragons skull, hitting the brain, causing instant death. The black crimson dragon's head then collapsed on to the ground throwing the armored figure several meters in front of it.

When the armored figure got back up he opened a satchel from his side and brought out a mask. Then the armored figure pointed the mask at the black crimson dragon causing a blue light to come from the dragon and into the mask. After a minute the blue light faded from the dragon and into the mask completely. The armored figure then took off his helmet, dropped it and looked at the mask. A voice then came from the mask "Wear me... Wear me... And Gods will envy your power..."The figure just stood there gazing at the mask, it continued to speak. "Wear me... And the world will bow at your feet..."Still gazing at the mask the figure then broke out of his gaze shaking his head and threw it over the cliff. The armored figure then picked up his helmet got his sword and proceeded to exit the Coliseum. Before the mask could touch the lava a bright light formed just below it. The Mask then disappeared before making contact with the lava.

As the hero exited the coliseum known as Archon's Folly through the Bronze Gate to Archon's Shrine he was greeted by heroes from The Heroes guild and people from the village of Snowspire. They cheered for him as loud they can be. They cheered so loud that last time he heard a cheer that loud was when he and his buddy Whisper were fighting in the Witchwood Arena. As he walked towards them he took one last look at the Bronze Gate once more.

He saw the gate had once more closed forever again to never be opened. As he walked towards them all they all gave him their congratulations then they paraded him back to Snowspire Village. They had the most glorious celebration that they could give. Games, dancing, drinks they even built a statue of him. As the festivities began to die down he went to see Scythe near the Oracles. Scythe turned to the hero to acknowledge him.

"So the hero has finally defeated the killer of his mother and father. I suppose now you will probably settle down and start your own family." The hero looked down on the ground he didn't know what to do now.

"Well either way as a reward for your bravery I want you to have this." Scythe took out a potion with clear sparkling liquid. "This potion will grant you immortality and restore youth along with scars and wounds." The hero took the potion and examined its contents. "Take heed once you drink this potion the only way you can die is if someone killed you." Nodding towards Scythe he popped the cork open and chugged down its contents. "How do you feel Hero?" He got a good look of himself and saw he was about an inch shorter than Scythe, the scars that were once on his face were now all gone. And his hair had shortened down and beard and mustache had then reduced to stubble's and both were the color black again.

Looking up to Scythe the Hero said.

"I feel like a kid again. Thank you Scythe." Scythe smiled for what he called a smile for his mummified face.(Image of what he looks like.) He then proceeded to head down the staircases from the platform to the oracles. The Hero had to ask him one last question. "Will I ever see you again?" Scythe stopped and said.

"Only if you tell me your name." The Hero quickly answered with his name.

"Fable my name is Fable." Scythe was smirking at this point then he said.

"We might meet again Fable we just might meet each other again." Scythe then faded away almost like he never existed.

After returning back to Albion the Hero Fable found a nice girl.

But their happiness would soon be at an end. When word got out of Jack of Blade’s demise, the people of Albion Turned against the Heroes of the Hero's Guild. Many of them were hanged burned at the torch even hunted down. For our Hero Fable he suffered the death of his wife and the loss of his son. Other heroes have also met a terrible fate. Thunder was ambushed while heading towards Knothole glade, Briar Rose mysteriously disappeared. And the Guildmaster didn't even raise a finger to defend himself. Fable was now all alone his former allies and friends were either dead or didn't want anything to do with him.

Fable was packing his things to get ready to leave Albion forever. He had an overabundant supply of will and health potions. He took the weapons listed below.

Arken's Crossbow (What it looks like.)

Cutlass Bluetane (What it looks like.)

Dollmaster's Mace (what it looks like.)

Katana Hiryu (what it looks like.)

Murren Greataxe (what it looks like.)

Murren Greathammer (what it looks like.)

Ronok the Axe (what it looks like)

Skorm's Bow (what it looks like.)

Solus Greatsword (what it looks like.)

Sword of Aeons (what it looks like.)

The Harbinger (what it looks like.)

The Sentinus (what it looks like.)

Wellow's Pickhammer (what it looks like.)

Avo's Tear (what it looks like.)

Orkon's Club (what it looks like.)

The Avenger (what it looks like.)

The Bereaver (what it looks like.)

And the Frying Pan (what it looks like.)

Each one of these legendary weapons had a story, each had a master. And now he was the new master of them all. He put them all away in a magical chest where it could hold an abundance of items. Before he closed the chest he took two swords to equip himself with. Avo's Tear and the Sword of Aeons and also he took Skorm's Bow. Closing the chest it shrunk to the size of a music box and he picked it up and put it in his knapsack. And on his bed was two money bags one for him and the other for payment. Fable put on his distinguishable Archon's armor,

and grabbed the two bags of gold. He then used his Guild seal to teleport to Oakvale where a ship and a crew he commissioned for was waiting for him. As he teleported to the entrance of the town he slowly took in all of his surroundings. This is where it all began, where he played with his sister, Theresa, where his father died, where it all began. Fable eventually made his way to the dock where a ship that had probably seen its years at an end.

It was quite a ways away from the port. Fable heard footsteps headed towards him and he turned around to confront whoever it was. He saw a beautiful Female headed towards him.

As she got closer Fable could tell right away that she was devious. Once she was a good three feet away from him she put her hand on her hips and looks Fable up from top to bottom. A smirk then crosses her face and she is the first to speak.

"I suppose you are the special Passenger that wants to board my ship." Fable was surprised to say the least but his helmet hid his surprise and he quickly nodded. Her smirk still stays on her face and she says. "Well do you have the gold?" She indicates her want by using her other arm and points at Fable with her Palm open.

Fable nods his head again and opens his knapsack to gets the second bag of gold for payment. He then hands it to her and she accepts it. The Captain does a good feel of the gold and says. "I'll be in the tavern with my boys counting this gold. Once it is all counted we will take the life boat and start setting sail. Oh and my name is Captain Alendia and if you have the exact number of gold then we are going to be the best of friends." She turned around and headed towards the local tavern. This was it Fable has almost left Albion he just needs to make sure to survive the next few minutes before he is hunted down by the people of Albion themselves.

Author's Note

Behold the beginning of the continuation of the game Fable Lost Chapters this idea came to me while I was looking for Mlp/Fable crossovers and have only found two. so low and behold I made my own.

Edit; Edited by Star plasma