The Impostor – Chapter 1
He pulled his bow taut; the smooth wood was soothing beneath his fingers. His position in a small sickly tree was not the best he could have chosen but it would have to do, as time was running out. The woman was still screaming, as the three guards in black pillaged her shop. Pots were being smashed; tables were being upturned, whilst the last guard held her tightly by the throat. She was not a meek woman, as Robin knew, for when he was younger, she used to sneak him the odd apple from her cloak when her husband was not looking. Shaking the pleasant memories out of his head, he found his target again; one wrong shot and she would be a dead corpse. But he had something on his side that no one else had – HE was Robin Hood.
Breathing in he prepared to release his arrow, the string almost touching his lips. Suddenly, the guard holding the distraught women fell to the ground with a painful shriek, an arrow lodged in his leg. Another two arrows came flying out from no where, both striking the other guards. Whoever shot them must have a very steady hand, Robin thought to himself. By now, a crowd had gathered, all eyes were on the trees, searching for the mysterious person who had saved the poor woman. A figure emerged from the trees, cloaked in a green cape which swirled around him as he confidently strode out into the open. A hood covered his face. But in his hand was a bow unlike any Robin had ever seen. It was silver in colour, beautiful and soft. The craftsmanship was flawless, not an imperfection to be seen. It looked as if it was made of metal, but a pure metal, not like any of the rusty bows the palace guards had. As if the figure knew what everyone was thinking, he raised his bow in his right arm and with a secure voice, he shouted "I am Robin Hood, protector of this land!" Although the crowd could not see his face, a ripple of applause had started and everyone was cheering, congratulating him on his success. However, before anyone could reach and pat him on the back, he disappeared, back into the green and shelter of the trees.
Robin could not believe his ears. An imposter! How dare this man call himself the famous Hood, all because of his brilliant shot! Well, I could have done better, He thought. Clenching his fists tightly, he climbed down from his tree and slung his bow over his back. He WOULD find this fraud, and send him of else where, for this was his forest, his people, and nobody could take that away from him…