And The Hunt Continues

And The Hunt Continues
By Somer
Disclaimer: None of these are mine, though the TCP concept is Kielle's.
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He felt the power leave him, and he smiled at his prize. He had truly hit the jackpot, robbing that fat man. His money had been plentiful, even before the rings and necklaces were stripped of their jewels. He should have known better, going around in his fancy ride in this part of the county. Especially with all the rumors going around about the "Hooded One."
Wasn't his face on enough posters, memorized by hundreds of men? And yet no one had caught him.
All because of my power, he thought, casually ducking behind a useful tree. He didn't really need the tree, but it always helped to keep in touch with the minor points of thievery, like always have an escape route. He had also learned to use weapons, a bow the most proficient, but mostly he relied on his covering ability.
Five men rode by, wearing the uniforms he had long ago learned to be wary of. When he was eleven, he had found that if he wanted to, the servants could not find him, nor his teachers, or even his father. It became useful when, as an adult, he had been outcast from society, for something his father had done, and he, just back from the mighty war, had been blamed.
Blending into the background, he made his way to the place where he was truly welcome, but was stopped by the one person he truly hated and feared at the same time. Shrugging at his own audacity, he tucked the bag into a hiding spot, and turned off his powers. Walking into the open, uncloaked, left him feeling vulnerable and nervous.
The man's eyes widened. "Locksley!" he hissed, his voice slicing through the air.
"Sheriff. Lovely evening, isn't it?"
Cloaking himself just as the other lunged, Robin Hood smiled to himself, taking the bag of gold to the nearest village, where it was most needed.