Disclaimer, I do not own Robin Hood.
For a short time there was nothing. Just empty nothing. Empty dark nothing.
No feeling. No pain. No sorrow. No physical feeling, nor any emotion existed here.
Was this death? This intangible, untouchable, unfeeling nothingness.
If it was, it was worse than hell. An eternity of Nothing was worse than any hell the church could dream up.
Even with these thoughts running through his mind, he felt no despair. This would have angered him, but he could not feel that, either.
And just when he was beginning to think that this Nothing was all there was, he saw light.
Not a blinding light as it's so often described. No, this was a soft warm light.
And something else, too.
He could feel!
First physical feelings. The warmth of the light. The softness of what felt like a bed beneath him. The sight of the stony walls of his bedroom, in his childhood home, lost to him years ago.
Then the emotional feelings. Mainly joy, joy that he was free of the Nothing.
And just when he thought this could get no better, he heard a voice. A familiar voice. A woman's voice. The voice of a woman he never thought he'd see again.
"No one waiting for you indeed!" came the soft, lyrical laughing voice.
The voice of his mother.
And beside her another, younger girl.
"Meg. But why? Mine has been a life of cruelty, I deserve nothing but hell."
"You fought for good, helped Robin and the peasants escape even when there was nothing left in it for you. You earned this Guy."
He was not alone, everyone had someone who would wait for them.