Will and Djaq gave Allan a pigeon before he left right? I totally remember that happening, if it didn't... then it happened for this story. ;) exactly 500 words woo!
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Allan is Dead.
Much looked down at the little slips of paper, each of them had his uneven handwriting scratched into it.
Our dearest Allan has past.
Usually he'd be proud of himself, being able to write these words, but not now, not when the words put together made such a terrible message.
Allan has died. I'm sorry.
He couldn't think of a good way to say it.
Allan was killed.
Perhaps if he gave someone for them to blame, it would hurt less.
Vaysey killed Allan.
Perhaps not.
Or maybe he just needed to give them the right person to blame.
Allan did not betray us, we thought he did. Now he is dead. It's our fault. We tied him up, but he got loose and...
Why did these messages need to be so short?
It was a shame Much thought, that Allan had been saving this for so long. That he had been waiting until the right time. He had been waiting until he had good news such as "I'm coming to see you" or, knowing Allan and how pushy he was in his admiration for them, "I'm coming home" They wouldn't of thought it was pushy though. They would of been happy. Because it really was his home, and it was waiting for him. It still is. It will be until they get the news. The news that would destroy them.
Allan A'dale...
He didn't know how to do it. He didn't know how to tell them. How to word it. How to make it better. Probably because there was no way. Allan died the worst way possible, alone. And Much couldn't bear it; he most certainly couldn't bear spreading this feeling. Allan wouldn't of wanted them to feel bad. They didn't deserve such sadness. Much did. This is why he should know and they shouldn't.
They would assume that Allan was still fighting with him and Robin Hood, or that he found a woman and got married. They would assume he found something else that made him happy. That he was alive and well, but didn't have time to come visit them, time to go home. They would assume that he found a new home. That he thought of them on occasion and smiled because he knew they were happy, just as they did when they thought of him. They would assume that he was alive.
Much put the pigeon that Allan so affectionately called Willy, -until he found out it was a girl and re-named Safiya- back in its cage, and he threw the papers with Allan's message into the fire.
He would feed the fire and the pigeon everyday just as Allan had, and he knew that he would never be able to do these chores without thinking of him, without having to remember that if he had just had more faith in his friend, he would be listening to him complain about these tasks right now. Much softly wept, for his comrade.
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This ended up being a lot about Much too, yay I love Much. I'm amazed I managed not to (heavily) imply Will/Allan/Djaq romance in this. :)
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