Pink Sky in the Morning

by The Alleycat Ulan

-DISCONTINUED-Will went alone into Nottingham and Robin had let him, after all one man alone drew less attention than two. Especially if the other man was Allan A Dale. And especially if they were going to an inn that had pretty serving girls and alcohol

1. Prologue

Postathon 2/14

Yes, I'm re-writing Pink Sky in the Morning. Why? There was a plot hole that needed fixing and once I figured out how to fix it I realised I needed to do some tweaking to the earlier chapters. So I figured it would just be easier to re-write it. Don't worry though it's basically the same story, just better ;P

Also since the Prologue stays the same, I posted the first chap as well.

Thanks for the support shown towards the orginal story, hope you guys like this just as much and hopefully better.

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The rising sun heralded the new day and turned the sky a hue of pink. Those who lived in the little village of Loxley were stirring. Will bought his mother her share of their meagre breakfast. His face was solemn as he handed her the plate. She'd been bedridden for days, ill and they had not the precious coin that a physician cost.

'Will, open the curtains for me,' It hurt Will to hear his mother's warm, merry voice so soft and weak. He obeyed without hesitation. The pale morning rays filtered in and Jane turned her face towards them, a peaceful smile on her tired face.

'Pink sky in the morning, sailor's warning,' she murmured.

'Huh?'

'There's a storm coming... something's going to happen,' Will nodded slowly and reluctantly turned to leave, as much as he wanted to stay with her, hold her hand and just talk, since his father's…accident…the bulk of the work had fallen on his shoulders.

'Will,' Will stopped with his hand on the door knob and turned back.

'I love you, you know that don't you? I love you and Luke, and your father of course. Never ever forget that, never,' Tears pricked behind Will's eyes, but he didn't let them fall.

'I know,' the door shut softly behind him.

That evening Jane Scarlett died.

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The sky was a pink hue as the sun rose on the horizon. Will felt his gaze drawn upwards.

"Pink sky in the morning, sailor's warning,' He murmured to himself. Memories from that morning four years ago sprung up fresh in his mind.

"Never took you for the superstitious type, mate," Allan chuckled.

"Mother said it to me once," Will continued to gaze upwards, "Something's going to happen,"

"Not bein' funny but it shouldn't it be: Pink sky in the morning, Will Scarlett's warning," Allan chuckled.

Will didn't laugh.