This is my first Robin Hood fanfic. Its a bit rough but I hope to smooth it out as I go along. I do not own Robin Hood if I did I wouldn't be writing fanfiction and I'd know the cast which would be awesome! And please no complaining about OCs! I like OCs, Please read and review, you don't have to be kind but DON'T DIS THE OCS. Enjoy...or not:)

I wasn't always this um...reckless. A while ago I had goals and indoor plumbing.

So I'm guessing you want to know what happened how I ended up in the time of Robin hood. To think historians were unsure whether Robin hood was actually a real person or not and now I'm in his world, his awful world. The truth is I don't know. I was just writing a paper for history. Then suddenly I was in the middle of a field surrounded by what looked like some kind of middle ages reenactment. Maybe I should start from the beginning, something like telling you my name would probably be good.

My name's Anna Scarlett and this is my story.

The truth was, I was supposed to be writing a paper but I wasn't. I laid on my sofa testing my lock picks again. They were long narrow and silver. All eight of them had a different purpose for one overall purpose, getting out. The lock clicked open easily. I wrapped them up and put them aside. I turned the TV on and flipped through all of the channels. Suddenly the TV's screen turned to static and black and white dots. It was one of those old tube telivisions that you can get at yard sales for something like eight bucks so I wasn't surprised. I turned it off and pried myself off the couch. I passed by my little old rolltop desk on the way to the kitchen.

I looked out the window at the city. I opened it and watered the wilting flowers on the window box. The clock ticked...it sounded way too slow. I admit it I was bored, bored out of my mind. Mom wasn't home, she was supposed to be taking Gracie to her open house.

Suddenly I heard a knock at the door. I really hoped it was one of my friends or the nieghbor asking me to babysit, ANYTHING. I opened the door to see an odd looking man staring at me well oddly. He was dressed in bright orange bloomers (I think that's what you call them) and these weird green robes with a purple turban on his head. He was obviously middle eastern and at least seventy.

"Uh...may I help you?" I asked him without opening the door all the way.

"No, but I help you" He said his English a bit choppy.

"Um excuse me?" I asked. "Do you want my Mom or something?"

Had this man had a little too much to drink or something?

"I help you" He paused "You see, you see"

"No I don't see" I said frowning "Do you know anyone I can call, you seem a bit confused"

"You see you see" He said again "When you see the red water you may go home"

I looked at him again. Did he have all timers or something? What did he mean I can go home? I am home! And there's no such thing as red water, water is clear or blue or even green or white but not red.

"You ill see" He said.

"Oh you're saying you'll see!" I said "Okay is there anyone I should call for you?"

"No, no me fine" He said hobbling away "Me fine"

I closed the door slowly. Wow that was weird. How many people have had old Middle eastern crazy people at you're door? I guess that's what to expect for having an apartment in Austin Texas. I mean this is one of the coolest cities in America but there are alot of weirdos. Keep Austin Weird everybody!

I went to bed early that night. And no if anyone's asking I didn't finish the stupid paper. I have a few days anyway and often times its easy for me to write them. That night I had the strangest dream.

I was in the woods wandering. I knew I was lost. I felt like I had been lost forever. I looked around but there was no path, the sky suddenly got dark and I couldn't see a thing.

I woke up gasping.

Something was wrong. I looked around. I wasn't in my bed in my room, I was in a field surrounded by mud and wimpy looking plants. The air was cold but not unpleasant. I looked down at myself. I wasn't wearing my pajamas anymore. Instead I was wearing this long black kind of scratchy dress or tunic. I felt my hair. It didn't have red streaks in it like I dyed it. It was just plain brown now. And it was wavy and went down to my lower back. I hadn't let it get that long or even go wavy in years. It was strange, and different but not altogether unpleasant. I felt my face. It was still the same and I still had swoop bangs. I felt my hair. I had layers still just more and they were farther apart.

"Are you alright?" I heard a boy with a heavy British accent.

Can this day get any freakier? I might as well play the dumb confused maybe injured girl.

"I don't...know, I think I hit my head a bit too hard" I said rubbing it accordingly.

I looked up at him squinting in the sunlight. He was a tall boy no older than probably sixteen. He had dark hair and brown eyes.

"Oh...you should probably come in then"

You don't say? Of course I didn't say anything to that. I half pretended to struggle to get up. The dress helped the act because I don't think I've worn a dress since I was eight and that was eight years ago. That is almost a decade. I struggled up and walked towards him trying not to act cautious. He thought I was injured so if he tried anything I know judo and karate.

"Do you need help? Its a bit far to the village" He said kindly.

"No, no" I said "I can still walk"