Robin Hood. Before the Legend. Chapter 3Robin was broken out of his musings by Little John. In the few days since Robin had joined the small band of outlaws, John had fast become a good friend, as had Will and Much. He got on well with the others, but these three had formed a firm friendship with him. John had distracted Robin by losng his footing on a root protruding out from a steep incline. Robin stifled a smirk as he went to help disentangle John from the mess of roots and weeds he had got himself stuck in. As he helped haul John to his feet, he noticed a scar on his wrist that had previously eluded his gaze. He would not normally have remarked upon such a trivial matter, as scars were very common amongst the peasant folk of Nottinghamshire, but for the fact that the type of scars John had could only have been obtained by shackles. John was shaking the leaves from his clothing and picking the loose bits of bracken out of his hair, when he caught sight of Robins thoughtful expression. "Rob," he inquired, using
Robin Hood. Chapter 2Robin opened his eyes. He sat up, stretching as he did so, and tried to shake loose the dull ache of sleep that had settles on his bones. His body was still punishing him for his flight through the woods a few days previously, and had yet to fight against the ache in his muscles and the bruises on his face and shoulder, from the beating he suffered at the hands of the soldiers. His mind flitted back to the evening, not a week past, when a simple turn of phrase had set his life on a different path.
Robin heaved a sigh as he caught sight of his home. It had been a long day of riding and hunting. Yet it was necessay lest he and the rest of his large family were to waste away and be claimed by death. To many had already been snatched away at a premature age, by either lack of food or being caught poaching, stealing or otherwise trying to aquire food and being hanged for their toubles. So many of those he considered to be his brothers... He considered the whole village as his fam
Robin Hood. Fanfic chapter 1.A lone figure pounded through the forest. His heart was racing and sweat covered his brow as he sprinted though the dark, tangled paths of Sherwood Forest. He ran as if the servants of the devil were after him, though with a second thought, that may be considered to be truth. He could still hear the clanging of the soldiers armour, though it was at a greater length from him than it was before. He risked a gance behind him and relief filled him as he realsied that he was fast becomng close to losing his trail. His breakneck pace and the fact that he was more used to the uneven floors of the woodland had gradually turned the tide in his favour. It helped that the soldiers were garbed in heavy armour and were much larger in proportion than he was. That, coupled with the terrible fear of the "bandits of sherwood forest" meant that the soldiers were unlikely to pursue the youth too far into the forest, a fact that he had been counting upon if he were to escape their clutches. Nevetheless, t