Fable always found it curious how the streets filled so quickly with beings of all varieties once the sun began its rise into the sky. The more light the more beings, how odd. She always felt that darkness brought more people out, than the light. It certainly brought out Feyon with its lustful wonder and power. Who was to say it wouldn't lure more beings than the light? It certainly began to seem that way as of late. Beings rising up to join or in the unfavorable circumstance that the darkness consumed them. Either way the light seemed to be diminishing, even now in a time of need. All beings she turned to seemed to live in fear of it, unwilling to join her cause because of it. Most believed she was just a girl on a suicide mission. Fable however knew it was much more.<br/><br/>She turned into herself feeling a chill run through her, huddling closer to her core as she walked through the streets. As she made her way to the marketplace, she began to form a plan to find someone to join her army. It would be a break through to find another companion to join her in her fight, for the last one died not too long ago. She sighed finding herself becoming more doubtful of anyone thinking of joining her army. On the bright side she had heard the city of Abextra was planning an attack on Feyon, but that was just a rumor.<br/><br/>Fable stopped as she took a seat at an empty bench as she overlooked her options for a new companion, but her mind began to wander. She though about joining an army instead but quickly shot it down. She knew for a fact that she would never join an army to take Feyon down. Feyon was her business, and her life to take. She would be put through hell if anyone else took it for her, it would destroy her from the inside out. This was her revenge and no city ruler with an army would take that from her. The only way she would join is if she was put in a high standing, and not be just another person sent to die on the front line. No, this was her fight, even if it changed everyone and everything. She knew  she could not face this alone though. She took a deep breath, pulling the sleeves of her cloak down a bit more. Couldn't have another angry mob hunting the 'demon' again, that was enough to make her be reclusive in itself. So in silence she sat there trying to pick through the crowd who would be enough of a asset to her to help her in this war.