Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Hood, the BBC, or anything like it. If I did, there would have been a fourth season.
November 18, 1192
The night was clear. A cold breeze rustled through the bushes. Clouds moved swiftly through the moonlit sky. And then I knew that tonight was the perfect night for my departure.
I wrapped my black cloak around myself and fastened it with a leaf-shaped pin. I left the hood down so my horse, Luna, wouldn't rear and wake the nearby village. I was leaving: leaving my home, leaving the village, maybe even leaving England if I have to.
What's the reason for my departure? You may ask. Fear, worrying, anger - witchcraft. I was born with bright red hair, one hazel eye and one bright green. When people talk to me, I give them a clever glance which makes my eyes sparkle in the sunlight. Some people say it's questionable, others say menacing-even demonic. I was afraid and worried for my life. I was angry at the world for believing such. Witchcraft is for fools, a destructive religion that kills anyone involved in it.
I walked over to the barn to get Luna, my only horse. Father had a horse before he died and the horse…no one knows what happened to the old horse. I just went to the barn the day after Father died and he was gone. Gone with the night and gone with the spirit of my father. I went to go greet her and stroked the white streak on her face.
"Luna, don't be afraid. This is for our own good." I reminded her. I stroked her forehead and walked over to get her bridle and blanket. Then I brought the saddle, which was heavier than anything I own. Saddle, saddle blanket-as usual. I flung a leather sack, which I sewn a strap for easy carrying, onto my shoulder and bent down to fasten the saddle. Then I walked over to the wall to find a suitable weapon for my journey. I took the longbow and quiver full of arrows and carried them on the other shoulder. I mounted Luna, gave her slight kick in her side and she reared. Making sure not to fall off my own horse, I gripped her reins. A simple request I muttered was: Dear God, help me on my journey.
Once Luna's hoofs reached the ground once more we galloped off into the night, never to see the lonesome cottage of Eleanor, the odd-eyed girl, again.
First fanfic, re-uploaded. Constructive criticism is appreciated. R&R please!