Title: An Outlaw's Perspective
Author: Jammeke
Disclaimer: It's not my sandbox.
Summary: The alterations weren't visible to the naked eye, but to him, the world looked different. Robin of Locksley, nobleman turned outlaw, ponders roads, castle walls, nobility, the color green - and the sewer. Who knew one snap decision could change his perspective on so many things?
Rating: K+
An Outlaw's Perspective
The world looked different.
He couldn't quite put the change into words. He couldn't explain what had changed. The alterations weren't visible to the naked eye. They could only be felt. And feelings, he could not dwell upon. Feelings, he could not acknowledge. Feelings, he could not easily express. Not to his comrades, not to Marian. . . and least of all to himself.
The world looked different.
An unexpected chain of events had changed him. Not only had his view on the world changed; he now looked at the world through a different set of eyes. He no longer had the eyes of Robin of Locksley, Earl of Huntingdon, honorary member of the King's Royal Guard. Fate had given him the eyes of an outlaw: the eyes of Robin Hood.
The world looked different.
The roads were no longer a means to travel from one place to another. They were paths of interception; places where he robbed the wealthy of their riches. They were not his to travel these days; the risk of getting caught was far too great. He now travelled by means of the shadows of the trees, the denseness of the undergrowth and absolute stealth.
The world looked different.
Green was no longer a word to decribe the color of grass, leaves and mosses. It had become his definition of shelter, safety and home. The soothing color was all around him. Green was under his feet, under his nails, in his hair, on his clothes, underneath his clothes, above his head and in his head. The woods were his world – and the world was green.
The world looked different.
The interstices in the castle walls had changed. They had transformed into steps; steps leading up and over the walls, leading directly into another world. The Sheriff's empire was enclosed by grey walls; it was an encapsulating bastion of evil. Yet he couldn't stop the evil from leaking out of the castle whenever the Sheriff's men travelled to other places.
The world looked different.
The sewer was no longer a place of draining off sewage and other unpleasantness. It had become one of his most travelled routes - his way in and out of the castle. The slippery walls offered no support whatsoever, but the opportunities the sewer presented him with were of great support to his cause. The sewer was his way in; his access to justice.
The world looked different.
Nobles no longer held his respect these days. He was surrounded by filthy men; simple men; men who stank. They had no titles, no riches and no lands, yet they were nobler than any noble he knew of. They did not need titles to be known throughout England. They did not hold on to belongings; they held on to principles. They had no lands. . . but the freedom of the woods was theirs to treasure.
The world looked different.
And Robin Hood vowed he would not rest until he could make yet another difference in it.