The Unwilling Queen of Pirates

It's been about six years since the death of Lucien and Sparrow made her wish. She wished she could be selfish and save her dog but her heart was pure. While the workers were saved and returned home lost and confused, Sparrow had lost everything. Her sister, murdered. Dog, murdered. Theresa, gone at the Spire. The three heroes separated. Her purpose gone.
There was nothing for Sparrow but to wander from town to town solving others problems for them. At day she fought for the villagers, at night she fought herself.
The next morning after her mind was bloodied with her constant battles, she walked on. Skinny and deprived of emotion showed to the people of Albion. Rumors spread that Sparrow may one day soon, snap and kill the entire town she resided in.
They avoided her. She avoided them. Sparrow kept her Hero identity to herself under a dark cloak and wasn't heard of again. More rumors spread that she finally flung herself from a cliff into the unforgiving seas. Some even gossip about a dark figure, moving to each Tavern in Albion until their stores of alcohol were drained dry.
Nobody knew what happened to their Hero. Some desperate enough cried out for her help but... They were never heard from again. The name Sparrow, a curse upon the people, died from their lips. The people became Heroless to the bandits that mercilessly and relentlessly attacked their towns. They stayed locked in their homes like prisoners because Sparrow was still prisoner to her own torments.
There was more talk of a lone figure strolling through towns despite the dangers of the bandits. They were gunned down or easily run through the gut with a sword. The bandits never learned however, and always attacked the lone figure, though none of them ever succeed in killing her. Sparrow was nothing but a husk, bled dry by Theresa and her quest to gain ownership of the Spire. Unbeknownst to her, someone still remembers her.