Authors note: Erm right, so this is my stab at a Robin Hood fan fiction! I hope you all like it :D and give it lots of lovely reviews, but please no nasty ones, I'm a sensitive person. Enjoy!
"The sheriff is an evil man! With no right to do what he is doing! You should all know better! A revolution is in order! I call upon you citizens of Nottingham! Do not cower in the shadow of such a man! He is nothing! Rise above him, you are better!" A young girl cried from the streets of Nottingham, only a stupid girl would dare to do something like this in such close quarters to the castle. She was indeed a stupid girl, but a girl with spunk none the less, and courage to fight for what was right. She sighed agitated; she was getting nowhere, and nowhere was not good. "Madam." She called upon a woman carrying a basket of stale bread, her young son by her side. The girl took the bread, "do you want to eat bread like this for the rest of your lives? We deserve better! We are gods people, we should be cherished, and grow up healthy and strong!" she preached once more. "Jasmine. We have had enough of this. You should learn to keep your head down and out of this." The woman took her bread, "We'll have nothing to do with it. Your goin' straight for a hangin' you are." She said sternly, walking away. "We all might as well have a noose round our necks…." Jasmine murmured watching the lady and her son disappear among the fading crowd. "There she is!" a booming voice came from behind, "Oh, here we go again." She said sarcastically happy as she was lifted under her arms by two burly guards. "Do you know how much trouble you've caused today. The sheriff's had outcries from your little show up to his eye balls."

"Well at least I'm getting through." Jasmine said with a smile as she was lifted out of Nottingham's grounds, "Oh goody Sherwood again. Would you like to chase me today or give it a miss?" she asked sarcastically again. The guards did not look amused.

Upon reaching Sherwood they threw her to the ground, "A bit forceful wouldn't you say?" Jasmine said brushing herself down, "Serves you right. Now do not try it again." Then the guards left. Jasmine sighed a dog running to her side, "C'mon girl. We will have to try again tomorrow." With that Jasmine and her dog began their trudge for tonight's bed.

The forest was calm this day. Allan had been trying to steal, win or acquire absolutely anything he could today, although he had had no such luck. Everything seemed to be against him, and now he had taken to shooting one of the sheriffs prized deer, he was that desperate for food. He drew back his bow, his aim almost perfect. "You do know that shooting one of the sheriffs deer is an offence against the law." Allan, shocked let the arrow fly, his aim totally off as it hit a tree. He turned, embarrassed, to see a smiling face leaning again a truck chuckling. "C'mon man, don't hand me in. The laws are tough now, I'll be arrested, I'll be hung. I know I did not shoot the thing, but hey I was still going to. I can't hang, I just wanted some food, and good food nowadays is pricey. I don't have the money and-"

"Hey, shush-up. Now you said you would hang for shooting a prized deer, or even not shooting it, but trying to?" Allan nodded. "That doesn't sound like Edward."

"Sir Edward is no longer the Sheriff. How long have you been gone?"

"A long time my friend. If sir Edward is no longer the Sheriff of Nottingham, who is?"

"Sheriff Vacey." Allan was now totally confused. Another man appeared from the brush, "Master? Is what he says true? Vacey? Sheriff? This is truly an injustice." The new man said, as he tugged at his hat. "It looks likely Much." The sounds of horses' hooves could be heard in the far off distance. "The Sheriffs guards. Please I beg of you sir, do not hand me in to them." Allan pleaded almost on his knees. The horses stopped by this small congregation. "And sir why would you be handed into us?" The head guard asked, Allan shook his head, "Erm…I have done nothing…"

"A bit defensive if I do say so. Even if you did not try to shoot one of those deer. We have prime witnesses to a robbery of the fruit cart this very morning. We have seen you steal on many occasions." Allan's face dropped, and paled, "Oh you thought no one had seen. You thought no one would tell, well the sheriff found out, and now we have tracked you. It's taken a few days, you are a slippery fish, but now we have you." Allan gulped; he couldn't believe this was happening, he'd been so careful. He turned to the man that stood beside him, "Please?" Allan begged of him. "Your guard ships, obviously having a few bits of mere fruit stolen is nothing for a hanging offence, all he deserves is some time in the stocks." The guards shook their heads, "New rules. Stocks are a thing of the past, this boy is in for the noose, tomorrow morning." Two guards dis-mounted their horses proceeding to the panicking Allan. He was soon tied, and the guards back upon their horses. "Friend! I will save you1 this is a miscarriage of justice! Tell of your name! I will see you safe!" The man called as the guards began to pull away, Allan reluctantly leaving called back, "Allan! Allan-A-Dale!"

Much came up to his master, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "It will be ok master, I know it will."

"Homeward Much…. homeward."