Robin. That name so easily rolled of one's tongue. It had been nearly 2 years since Maria had saved Moonacre from the dreaded curse of the moon pearls. Friends had been made, feuds had been ended, romance had been sparked.

Maria POV

I roused from her sleep to a startling noise coming from the wall. I loud bang was heard as the voice griping "Owww!" echoed through her room.

Robin peaked the top of his bowler hat through the passage entrance. I lay back down pretending to be asleep. I slightly opened my lids to see him slowly pull the rest of his leather worn body out of the doorway.

He broadly walked towards to where I lay facedly sleeping."Maria." I faintly heard him whisper. He kneeled down on one knee and gently kissed me upon the nose. At that moment I put my plan into action and yelled "Gotcha!" and pulled the black bowler hat from his head. I quickly roll off the bed on the other side and dash through the passage.

Robin POV

It took me a second to process what just happened. That little faker. "Oh no you don't princess!" I threatened as I dashed through the passage after her.

I heard her giggles and squeals echo through the almost pitch black hallway. Suddenly I hear a painful scream as I hasten to her side. I grab a spare match from my pocket and light it across my leather jacket. It glows the passage to reveal Maria seeming lifeless on the cool concrete floor, my hat laying awkwardly to the side.

"Maria!" I yell as I fall to the ground brushing the stray locks of hair from her face. This was not a joke. Maria was really hurt. I lifted her into my arms and take the opportunity. I leaned down and kissed her. Being this close made me realize the blood trickling down her forehead.

She must have tripped over a loose brick and hit her head. The blood was coming more quickly now. I hastened to the end of the passage back to Maria's room. From there I ran for help waking the entire Moonacre household.

My sister, Loveday, ran from her and Sir Benjamin's chambers and to Maria's limp body.

"She fell. She tripped and hit her head." They look down at her now gushing blood head and squeal for help.

"Gahhhhhhh!" I yelled as I sit up heavily breathing from what seemed so real dream. I reached up to touch my face and felt the sweat pouring down like raindrops. The dream had all happened so fast. What did it mean, was it really a dream? Of course it was. After all, just tripping over a loose stone couldn't cause that much damage, could it?