Hi I know I should be updating my other stories but I just watched Robin Hood Prince of Thieves and this Idea wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it. I don't own anything but my OC.

"Witch!" the weak door of my modest cottage on the outskirts of Nottingham was nearly torn off its hinges as a sturdy bodied figure invaded my home while I sat in a wooden chair with a stone mortar and pestle clamped between my thighs, grinding away at a fine amber powder.

"Good Marrow Sheriff, Come right on In, I'm not busy at all" I grumbled under my breath and continued to toil away until he slammed the door shut. "What is your game, hag?" He bellowed without pretense and I, being ever so slightly annoyed, let out an exaggerated sigh and set my tool to the side.

Straightening my back after hours of bending over I groaned and stood up casually, my many sets of beads and charms that hung around my neck clinking together. The chain of brass bells hooked around my ankle jingled and twinkled loudly with even the slightest movement. A little gifts from the authority of the town so that the villagers might harken to the sound and beware of my presence.

I have lived in the town of Nottingham my whole life, as did my mother before me and My grandmother before her, and threw the years I have learned one universal and unquestionable fact.

Everyone is as dense as lead.

However they did recognize help when they saw it, so the accepted my services on the condition that I did not enter town and did not spread my "witchery" to the other young girls.

After a good two minutes of making him wait I ruffled my own curly locks and gave him a knowing and yet patient smile, "Game, sir?" I purred, know that even though I haven't done anything, I would be blamed anyway.

And the good sheriff , with his endless supply of good hearted patients, slammed his large hand down on the top of the table, nearly sending the mortar of powder on the floor had I not reacted quickly and swooped down and grabbed it before it could spill. "You know what I mean Trickster, We allow you to live in peace and you do not cause mischief in Nottingham, That was our agreement."

I set the bowl on the table once more and glared up at him hardly, "I am well aware of our deal good sir." I said plainly. "Then pray tell why have five children fallen sick in three days and three bulls died without explanation" He demanded and I frowned.

"I have no knowledge of sick children sir, and as for dead bulls maybe if Mr. Putman had the good sense God gave stone he would know not to store his fertilizer next to his cattle's water supply." I informed the raven haired bully smartly.

I should have seen it coming but I was still jolted when the calloused hand came down and whipped my head to the side. "Mind your tongue." He hissed and I growled under my breath. Half tempted to reach for the Iron dagger hanging on the wall. Instead I had a better Idea.

Slowly standing up I whipped out one arm and curled my fingers like talons menacingly. "get out of my house!" I graveled my voice and cast my grey eyes up with my head bent. "Be gone and know that if you vex me again I shall come upon you in the dead of the night and bring with me a pointy reckoning what will make you wish you had never seen the sun set."

That was enough to have him skittering out of my house like a frightened rat, because he, like everyone, was afraid of me. They all believed my grandmother had sold her soul to Lucifer and all women in my family were minions of the devil. This was because whenever the women of my family had children they were never married to the fathers.

My father had been some Lord or another whose wife had died and whose eldest son had gone off to fight in the Crusades. I had a twin Brother as well, But mother left him to be raised by his father while I was raised to be a medicine woman. My Mother died last year and since then It has just been me, my horse, some chickens, and a few sheep.

So after that early morning confrontation I sighed and looked out the small window, the sun was just beginning to rise over the tree tops and it was time to start my chores. Arming myself with a woven wood bowl I made for the Small hutch in which I kept my Hens and Rooster, pulling open the wood door they rushed out into the fenced off yard and I tossed a few handfuls of feed on the ground to keep them busy while I collected the eggs.

"Psst"

I looked up and turned around to see a hooded figure lurking behind my house. "Are you Gwendolyn?" they whispered and I nodded with a smile, another costumer. People always needed my services, but they were too afraid to ask openly, so they come under cover of darkness to my house to beg for whatever powder or potion to cure their ails.

I allowed them into my home and they pulled off the hood to revile straight brown hair and an older face with crow's feet and frown lines. "What can I do for you missus?" I asked and closed the drapes over the window lit several candles. The woman shifted around uncomfortably and I patted her shoulder gently, "steady missus," I assured her. "Why have you come?"

The woman swallowed hard, "I don't usually do this sort of thing I mean, I" she laughed nervously, "I Am in need of your help, You see. Lord help me I…" she began to tear up. "I have been unfaith to my husband!" she broke down into bitter contrite tears. "The babe I carry is not his, I cannot bear another man's child I cannot!"

I sunk to my knees, "Shh shh, Hush now Lovie. You needn't worry now, I will help you." I led the woman to a chair and swept over to my large box containing bottles and vials and sacks and pulled out a small canvas cloth pouch bound with twine.

"I trust you know my rates?" I said as I measured out a precise amount of amber powder and the used a funnel to store it in a tiny clay bottle. The woman nodded and pulled a small pouch of coins from her cloak and watched as I poured a small amount of water and some other slightly thicker liquid before shaking it up hard and corking it with a wooden peg.

"Now what I want you to do is as soon as possible, Bathe yourself in water as hot as you can stand it, do this for four nights in a row and each night drink one fourth of this tonic." I picked up her payment and led the woman out.

The sun was rising higher in the sky and I tied my long dirty blonde hair back with a long strip of cloth and grabbed my wicker basket, every morning I went to pick fresh plants from the wood. Technically it was illegal for me to do so, but not if I didn't get caught.

Pulling my dress hem up over my ankle I hopped the rocks by the stream and collected the soft green moss off the rocks from the river's edge, my ankle bells jingling with every step I took. Fifteen minutes later I had wound up in a grassy field and heard far off barking of hounds. Peering into the distance I saw the fuzzy outline of a group of people gathered around a tall, knotty tree. Running closer I suddenly wished I had just left well enough alone because it was Guy of Gisborne on all his non-existent glory. Backed by some of the sheriff's goons.

I looked up into the branches of the tree to see what they had cornered and saw a terrified small boy of about twelve. "Hey!" I yelled and set my basket on the ground and grabbed my skirt so I could run freely. "Hey!" I repeated and my face heated up when I realized they were ignoring me completely.

"Hold!"

(Okay, so my first shot at a Robin Hood Story. I will be updating soon, and I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Don't forget to Read and Review)