Fable: age 11<br/><br/>She ran trying to keep up with her mother, as she held Fable's wrist pulling her in direction. Hot tears streamed down both of their faces. Fire burned in the distance the smoke visible for miles. Fable looked back to see if the were followed. Nothing but the harsh night crept behind them.<br/>"Momma, what's happening?" Fable cried as she heard another scream from her village.<br/>"I'll explain later my child. but we must keep going..."<br/>Her mother began to run faster, Fable tried harder to keep up.<br/>"Momma!" Fable cried, "Momma!"<br/>Her mother stopped for a second and looked at her, her eyes wide with worry, "Fable, please be quiet...we must be quiet in order to escape..."<br/>She looked at her mother. For a moment nothing but silence was heard.<br/>"But what about Papa and Raion...how will they escape?"<br/>Her mother didn't answer, all she did was scoop Fable up. She ran some more, but as they reached a tree with a hollow base she pushed Fable in the tree, her mother's face blocking out the little moonlight that crept inside.<br/>"Wait here my darling, I will be back shortly..." she leaned in kissing Fable's forehead.<br/>Fable nodded and her mother ran from the tree that she was hidden in. Fable cradled herself in the back of the tree. Her heart beat racing. She heard some rustling outside the tree, and a muffled scream. Fable's mother peered in the tree again, but her expression was blank.<br/>"Momma?" Fable said as she slowly went toward her mother.<br/>Her mom fell to the ground and the face of her Uncle looked at Fable, with a smile so wicked, a blade dripping with her mother's blood in his hands.<br/>Her eyes went wide with fear, as she looked at the man she had once called Uncle Feyon. And she let out a scream that could petrify anyone within range.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Fable: age 23<br/><br/>She looked across the sleeping city as she stood on a high roof top. The crisp morning breeze  whispered in her ear. A tear rolled down her face wanting morning to come back. Night time was her enemy and she tried so much to avoid it...but she was drawn to it...it beckoned her. She looked at her wrists to her marks. They were starting to burn slightly, and with a small sigh she looked up to the horizon seeing the morning start to break through the night.