Just a quick character match for those of you who have read twelfth night and want to know who is based on who.
Viola – Djaq.
Sebastian – Robin.
Orsino – Will.
Olivia – Marian.
Feste – Allan.
Sir Toby – Little John.
Sir Andrew – Much.
Maria – Alice.
Malvolio – Guy.
There will be more characters but I just thought I'd fill you in.
Also, this story is based before the gang met Djaq, but Robin is off fighting in the holy land again after being summoned by the king. Now, on with the story…..
Thirteenth Night.
Chapter 1 – Friday 13th.
It was Friday, Friday the 13th of April. Djaq was tired. Her feet were aching from a two week, bare footed trek from Portsmouth to Nottinghamshire. She stood in the local slave market, her hands in shackles and her feet tied together. A grizzled old slave master ambled up to her, grunting, "Hey pretty boy, how much for you?"
Djaq stared defiantly at him, without answering, as her slave trader had forbidden her too.
"Three quid for the runt," The trader replied, hoping to sell off his weakest slave.
"Can I 'ave a better look?" The old man asked.
Her trader nodded, quickly untying her feet and removing her shackles, leading her forward, a firm grip on her arm.
The potential buyer examined her, lifting her lips to see her teeth, checking her fingernails, her muscles and various other things.
"Not quite as strong as I would have hoped," He grunted, ignoring the anger that entered Djaq's eyes, "But he's cheap, I'll take him."
Her trader smiled at the thought of another sale, letting go of Djaq's wrist to receive the money.
Djaq took her chance, who knew when she would have another? She drove her fist into traders face, causing him to fall backwards, his nose bleeding violently. She ran forward quickly, dodging through the panicked crowd.
She saw the entrance ahead, using the commotion as a distraction she fled the scene, running straight into the giant trees that loomed above her, and into another mans arms.
She screamed.
"Woah," The man shouted, holding her still as she weakly pummeled the mans chest, "Robin?" He asked, "Is that you?"
"Wha…?" She began, stopping herself just in time.
He thought she was someone else, a man, it would be useful to have a friend around here, someone to help protect her, she could pretend just for a while, what harm could it do?
"Hello old friend," Djaq answered, putting on an English accent.
"Robin!" The man screamed again, pulling her into a huge hug before calling some other men, "Much, Will, Allan, it's him! He's back!"
Three men hurried over to him, on tall with dark hair, one with spiky light brown hair and other wearing an unusual hat.
They each embraced her in turn, babbling about how happy they were to see 'him'.
"What's happening in the war," The dark haired man asked seriously, "Is the King doing well?"
Djaq considered for a moment, she should probably tell these men their king was winning, even though she hadn't heard anything about the war since she had been kidnapped seven years before hand, "Everything is going well," She said, settling for an answer that wasn't to detailed.
"Good," The man nodded, smiling, "And why are you back, another wound?" He sounded worried.
"No," Djaq said, slightly panicked, "He said I'd…I'd fought well and, deserved a rest."
"Oh," The man answered shortly, raising his eyebrows and suddenly asking, "Why were you running out of a slave market?"
Djaq sighed, why so many questions? Did they not really believe that she was Robin, were they giving her a test to check her identity?
"I got captured, on the war home, they sold me into slavery, I made my escape, I was lucky, there are many others in there," She gestured to the market, "Horribly treated, we have to save them." She finished defiantly.
"Ok," They nodded and the man in the funny hat continued, "So what's the plan?"
Ok, please review, you may have to use a little imagination for this story, imagine Djaq looks like Robin, but apart from that it should make sense. I hope…..