Hey I had this idea one night and I had to write it down. I plan to make it in to a story, but I don't have a clear story line yet so you will have to bear with me on that. I don't own Robin Hood. Yes I know its a sort start but it will get better, I will star writing up the next chapter now so hopefully it will be up in the next couple of days. Hope you all like it, please R&R =D

I ran as fast as I could through the cold crisp morning, the leaves under foot crunching with every step I took. Two days in this dreary forest and I still hadn't found him. How hard could it be to find the famous outlaw?

I'd been running from the Sheriffs men for all most an hour now, I was just walking on the North Road when I saw someone who looked like they needed help, then the next thing I know its a trap and I'm running for my life. I started to come to a stop as I heard the distant shouts and barks of my pursuers fade. Finally they'd given up.

I started to head deeper in to the forest but before I had taken a few steps forwards I was strung up in the air, "Ahh" a small cry escaped my lips. Just then a rustling came from a near bush... "Who said money didn't grow on trees"