The feeling of the string tensing under my fingers as I pull lets me know that I'm ready to fire. The bow, made out of wood and by myself, loaded with an arrow, readies as I take a stance. I release the strong string and watch the arrow zip through the trees and land on my targets. "Bulls eye." I whisper to myself.

I slowly walk over to the target that was set a couple of yards away and see that my final arrow indeed made the bulls' eye. I take my wooden handmade weapons and pull them out of the stack of hay that was abandoned and now used as a target. "I keep getting better every day." I say to no one in particular.

Once I had all my arrows I went to my camp where I live alone. Hours later it became dark and I stared into the flames of the fire before me. Look at this pathetic boy. I turn my head afraid that someone found my camp, but saw no one near my boarders. I bet he won't live very long, being alone and all. I heard some laughs and turned again. "You're wrong!" I shout to the nothingness.

Look how weak he is, the voices continue, he's so small and has no muscles. I wonder if he'll be killed by the wolves. "The wolves, actually, are my friends." I state.

They didn't hear me of course. I waited for them to continue insulting me, but then I heard the voices change into scared screams. H-he's killed, one shouts, take the bow and arrows away before he comes after us! Run away from the monster! I flinch at the word "monster" and soon realized that these were memories from when I was young, ridiculed, and isolated.

"Git," I say to myself, "You shouldn't even remember those things."

Arthur! I turn to the sound of my name and pale as I had recognized the voice. "Mum?" Arthur, honey, please stay away from the village, stat away. I don't want them to see you when you snap.

She kept begging me and I covered my ears. "Shut up!" I shouted.

Her voice ceased, but turned into a scream. I didn't take my hands away; I kept them on my ears, trying to avoid the noise. While in this state, I felt tears roll down my cheeks. "Another memory," I choke out, "but why did it have to be her?"

I close my eyes and see the memory I heard, my mother dying at the hands of a mad man and me cowering in the corner, too afraid to help her. I bite my lip and think of how much of a horrible son I was. "Mum, I'm so sorry."

I fell onto my bed, made out of fallen leaves and a thin blanket, and soon went into a deep sleep.

Morning came and I had been woken up by my friends, the wolves. The leader, who had come to like me more than the pack, and whom I have named Striker, nudged his wet nose into my face. I weakly try to push him away, but he licks my hand and I groan. "Ugh, why do you have to wake me up so early?" I open my eyes and see him smiling, I bet he was laughing. "You of all the wolves know that I'm grouchy when I'm forced wake up." He snorts and gives me a look. You're always grouchy, would've been his statement.

I sigh and try to sit up. "You don't need to say anything and I still understand you." I see a smile on his snout. "Yes, yes, I know, now please, let me get up." He moved his paw, which was on my chest, and went to the other wolves. They're more like my alarm, I think chuckling to myself.

"All right so what are we going to do today?" I ask as I got out of my little tent. They look at me waiting for me to answer my own question. "Well, I guess we can take money from the rich and give to the poor again." They all start to bark and jump. They really do like doing good deeds, I shake my head even though I'm smiling, they act like dogs instead of wolves.

I grab my bow and arrows and start to walk. "Let's go boys." I say extending my arm out and gesturing the word "come." They soon were right on my heals. We walked for what seemed like hours, but I didn't complain when we got to the road. Once we did, I pulled my hood up to conceal my face and readied my bow. Minutes had passed and Strikers ears twitched, which meant he heard horses coming. I pull my arrow up a bit and came around the tree when the horse had whined.

The wolves were surrounding the horse and it went up, making its rider fall; it was about to dash, but soon stopped when the wolves calmed it down. The boys don't really harm horses and they seem to say that, to the horses they encounter, after the riders fall off. "What the hell?" I hear the rider say.

I notice that the accent wasn't British, but American, and made a scowl appear on my face. "Give me all the money you have." I say putting the arrow up and aiming at him.

He put his hands up in surrender. "Dude, don't shoot, I'm only going to visit my family. I give them the money I earn since they're poor. Pleases let me through."

"Is that so?" I looked at him up and down. He was in the clothing of a noble person, and I instantly scoffed at his little lie. I looked back up to see the blonde's eyes that were the same color as the sky. "Really, now, you should make up better lies when you're in the noble attire."

He blinked and paled when I was about to shot him, only his hat, I'm not the kind to hurt those who are helpless…except for a specific Frenchman. "Dude, I'm telling you the truth!" He shouted. "My family is poor, but I'm almost loaded. I mean I am under the hand of the king in this region. Please let me go, if I don't my brother will start to worry about me, and he needs the money that I have."

I look at the boy, trying not to believe him. "Why is your family not being taken care of by the king?"

"He does care much for Canadian's." He stated relaxing a bit before tensing again by my sudden movements.

I came over to him and kneeled by him, bow still armed and ready. "And you're not a Canadian?" He shook his head and I sighed. "Are you telling me the absolute truth?" He nodded vigorously. I tried to suppress a laugh at his face and get up to check the sack he had. I felt how heavy it was and noted it. "All right," I say turning back to the blonde who was now on his feet, "when you come back through here you'll see me. Stop and talk with me." With that I called the dogs over and we disguised ourselves back into the forest.

Of course I just went behind a tree to watch him. "Weird, guy," the American said, "but for him to try and give to the poor, I can respect that." He paused for a few minutes. "Damn it Mattie's going to get even more worried when I tell him what happened; I guess I'll have to lie to him again." I heard him get on his horse and ride off.

Again? Why would he lie to his family? I kept thinking up questions in my head and sat down, waiting for him to come back.

Yeah my mom and i were talking about robin hood and i had a sudden interest in doing a story where Arthur lives in the woods, his bow being one of his friends, and, since he befriends animals, have some wolves as his friends.

I bet you know who the American is and the said Canadian are, it's a dead give away. I hope you like it and if you want the second chapter, which is already types up, give me some reviews and i'll put it up. I'll probably put it up tomorrow anyway, but still i'd like to here what you think.

Well it's after 11 right now and i'm tired so goodnight, or morning or whatever the time is where you're readings these from. Thanks for reading by the way :)