This contains SPOILERS! from Fable II if you do not wish to ruin the ending do NOT read this fanfiction. This begins after You Kill Lucien.

So Lucien's dead┘ What now? Sparrow could hear Hammers voice asked as she stared down to where her only purpose in Albion had fallen dead. Now? echoed a familiar voice ,as The Three Hero's stood slightly transfixed in the very center of the spire watched as the body of that wise, elderly voice appeared. A pulse of fire caused the dais Lucien once occupied to alight, as it rained toward the ceiling in edged droplets. Within, the familiar shape of the old Seer took form And she stood there where just moments before an eruption of color had been and not an old blind woman. ⌠It is time you gained your reward: your gift for saving the world from a madmans selfish dream."......"Sparrow looked at the red clad woman and blinked in disbelief. Theresa must have under stood the look for she continued. The Spire has awakened. And it still has the power to grant one wish: Yours. The blind woman smiled briefly, before extending a hand, as she had done to the other three heroes before her. Come. Take my hand. Slowly, she rose her hand, and gently rest it upon the palm of the women who had been like a mother a mentor to her. Then as the both vanished, swallowed by immense solid blinding light.

Sparrow for a mere second wondered if She had fallen into death. You stand in the Heart of the Spire, as the Archon of the Old Kingdom did, thousands of years the blind Seeres. ⌠Now it is your turn. Make a wish, but choose wisely, for it will affect all stared at the three choices that floated in front of her in the forms of tarot cards. Sacrifice, Love, and Wealth. Sparrow had little need for wealth ,she was no stranger to hard the other two tugged at her heart strings like a bard with a missed her faithful friend,missed him dearly, he who had been there for her for years, saved her countless times and had sacrificed his life to keep her safe. An old whizzened hand , courtesy of her latest act of kindness , sacrificing her youth a beauty to spare another,she had done it without a second thought,had done it because it was right.

⌠You are not the only one to suffer loss, little Sparrow. Said the Blind Seeress. How many people do you think died to build the monument you now reside in? Hundreds? Thousands? Can you really think you are the only one to lose something to mysteries of the Old Kingdom? Sparrows hand recoiled as if she had been bitten, she knew this, she knew others had died and families had suffered. Though Lucien had killed the one she cared for most, the Spires list of death was far larger. She had after all spent ten years in the cold thrumming belly of the monstrous things, Had watched helping only slightly as people were starved,beaten,and even worked to was only her unyielding sense of morality that had stopped her from becoming like the ones she despised. Down casting her eyes she knew she could not leave so many without there loved ones to bring back her dog.

"I chose the Sacrifice, let all those who lost to the Spire be reunited with their family and friends" As she said these words something inside of her broke, she had given so much to Albion already, what had possessed her to give her due reward away.A exhausted sigh escaped her lips. She had already sacrificed her youth, a trivial thing, and now her only did not see Theresa nod her head, but heard her words as the Spire trembled with Will.

"So be it"

And then there was an explosion that ripped from the Spire and spread all across Albion as magically all who had died in the making of the Spire were Fourth hero turned to look at Theresa as the both stood in the blinding whiteness. Theresa made a small gesture.

All those who have lost family and friends to the Spire, have had their loved ones returned to them┘ Confused, but unharmed. Soon, all Albion will be filled with gratitude, and praise this great and selfless hero forever. She spoke very gently as if to speak any louder would cause the frizzened old Hero to break. ⌠And they will know what you gave up for their sake.

As quickly as it came the Light began to Fade and they stood once again in the very center of the Spire. Sparrow began to grow dull inside, she heard Hammers voice but did not hear the words and soon she was just there as she watched the three other Hero's speak about where they each wanted to go. She had been selfless to the very end, had given up all that she had to not even get the revenge that she wanted because she had held back for a mere moment only to have someone else rip it from her grasp. As she stood there mute and deaf to all she saw Theresa turn to her. There was something there that Sparrow couldnt place but it wasnt right, it was what had been there all the years she had known Theresa.

And now, it is time for you to leave. The elder woman, who was Theresa and not Theresa said. The World is yours to Seeress tilted her head upwards to dull dead eyes meeting fire red one as if they could see. ⌠But the spire┘ is mine. Begone.

A said smile spread across Sparrows thin lips as her wrinkled face turned sad.

"A righteous tool that's what i'v been eh Theresa...right to the stinkin end...fine...you have your bloody spire...I hope your happy....I hope all of Albion's happy.."A with that Sparrow was transported to the dock of Oakfield, it was still autumn and the Harvest was starting. The old,heartbroken woman gave a sigh as she made her way to the temple.

As she traveled the leaf ridden trail up towards the Temple of Light, she reminisced on all that she had given up, though many men had loved her ,even in her old age she had refused to marry, had knew that whom ever she choose as a husband would only know heartache and pain,she had never had a child, had never even gotten to kill the man who had taken everything from walked across the white stone that served as a mini bridge across the water fall that spray a refreshing mist across her face and exposed she entered the Temple she knelt and preyed for a moment and went to the offering grail. The Monk who stood there smiled at her.

"Oh it's you...or Harvest benifactor..it has been long since...please make an offering" Sparrow sighed again and took the large bag that hung at her hip and placed it all in the offering grail. The Monk looked shocked,it was all the gold she own, all the gold she had made before she had left, from cutting wood, to bartending to black smithing.

"Oh-oh-oh my what a extremely generous offering" The monk was to shocked at the gold amount to take any noticed that as she lifted the gold from the offering grail that the old woman before him slowly grew less bent,her eyes returned to their original lovely blue, and spotted riddened and wrinkle skin smoothed out and cleared until she was a young as she was when she had started her journey.

Sparrow touched her face and lifted a hand to grab a strand of long brown brown? It was no longer white with age. She was young again, young and she heard a voice , a voice that was everything and yet notthing at all. "great hero times have indeed changed if such sacrifices go unrewarded...your youth has been returned , I am Avo great being of light and you have served my ways well, though now there are no gods, those who worship this temple, once mine,worships me as well." The voice said and as it faded she heard the voice give its blessing."may the light always guide you"

Nine Months Later.....

Though still renown as the greatest Hero in Albion, Sparrow had changed a great deal. She had forsaken her training of strength and was now a tall dark haired beauty, shapely as any woman. Her Will marks were slowly fading as she had not practice magic but for the simplist task and she was now the proud owner of a good stretch of farm land that she had brought at a low price due to doing some good deeds for the previous owner, Sparrow lived a fairly good life. She ran her Farm with a firm, but loving fist and she made nice money saleing produce to the people of Bowerstone. The farm was just a couple acres from Bowerlake where she often spent time fishing of watching the sun set. Though she was a beautiful woman ,who owned a farm alone, very few bandits bothered her home or land, because the few who had tried had been decapitated with a single lead bullet to the head. Most of the bandits feared her and stayed away,And she enjoyed it that way.

Though despite her new life of luxury and leisure she felt unfulfilled and alone. There were night when she wished to have a warm body at the foot of her bed, she wished to go and slaughter evil bandits or to go and fight at the Crucible. Sparrow was sitting in the living room spinning thread to sale to the tailors in the morning. The window was open letting in the a breeze from the cool summer night,bringing the scent of summer flowers and trees. Inhaling she momentarily feel asleep and then their was a quick knock at the door.

Jutting awake Sparrow looked at the door and sat there for a couple of more moments. The quick knock came again and Sparrow went to the door grabbing her master flintlock rifle as she moved. She hid the gun behind her it being successfully hidden by her skirts, as she draped a grey shawl over her black a white corset to conceal her unlatched the door and opened the door to reveal the tall handsome figure of the Hero of Skill.

"Hello sweetheart...Mmm"He looked her up and down while Sparrow backed away from the entrance a look of disgust and confusion on her face. As she backed up Reaver reached out and wrapped an arm around a thin waist and pulled her to him, her hands flew to his chest trying to keep a certin degree of space between him as he brought his other hand to the back of her head , buried in her thick brown hair and kissed her with a passion she didn't know the selfish pirate had. She had never been kissed let alone like this and she grew weak in his arms, when he pulled away she felt him nibble her lip. He finally let her go enough for her to pull back and look up at him,but as she looked into his brown eyes her vision blurred.

"Wha-what--wha did ya do to me?"She asked before she blacked out and collapsed in his arms. Reaver smirked, it had been quiet a while since he had tasted the lips of an ALbion bred girl. He did no recognize the young face of the women who he had helped save all of Albion. But he did quirk an eyebrow at the fragile face of the woman in his arms. His Hero's blood responded to hers and he knew he had the right house.

"Okay...good ol' Jack will be proud of me for this one" Reaver mused and left in the dark of night with one of the greatest Hero's in history.