Chapter 1

Robin stayed on the outskirts of his old camp, watching them move about. His gang was busy gathering up weapons and other needed materials to confront Prince John with. Guy and Archer were beside Robin watching Robin's old gang too.

"When are you going to go reveal yourself to them?" whispered Archer in Robin's ear.

"When the time is right," answered Robin.

Robin turned his attention to Much and watched him carve an arrow. He was hanging his head and carving it with very little effort. Robin knew this might happen when he had whispered in Much's ear two nights ago. He knew that Much loved him and his death was a hard blow to cope with.

Friar Tuck was wandering throughout the camp, overseeing the construction of the weapons. He first stopped to examine Kate and Little John's work. Kate was busily working on gathering all of the swords that they had lying around camp and sharpening them. Little John stood beside her doing the same thing.

"Keep up the good work," commented Friar Tuck with a smile of approval.

Friar Tuck wandered off to Much who was still slowly carving the arrow on his lap.

"Much, how are you doing?"

Much stopped his carving and looked up at Frair Tuck.

"Carving this arrow reminds me of Robin."

Friar Tuck winced and wondered why he had given this job to Much, especially considering Much's dream the other night.

Friar Tuck placed his hand on Much's shoulder and said, "Robin is with us in spirit. Remember that Much."

"It'd be better if he was actually here," remarked Much looking up at Friar Tuck with silent tears running down his face.

"How about you go take a breather?" suggested Friar Tuck.

"Okay," said Much placing the arrow down that he was working on and standing up.

Much stretched and then walked off into the forest.

"Stay here," Robin whispered to Archer and Guy. "I'll be right back."

"I don't have much of a choice now do I?" asked Guy. "Where are you going anyway?"

"The time is right. I've got to go resurrect myself," stated Robin as he stood up and ran off through the forest.

Robin had a feeling that he knew where Much was going. He raced toward that area of the forest, leaping over fallen logs and dodging dangling tree branches in the process. He knew that his best friend deserved to be the first one to know that he was alive. Robin raced to the tree that he had carved "We Are Robin Hood" into. The tree was wide enough that he hid on the other side of it and pressed his back against it.

Soon enough, Much entered the clearing. He saw the tree and fell down onto his knees in front of it.

"Oh Robin," said Much in a saddened voice. "You seem so close to me even though you are dead. I feel that this message on this tree came from you even though that can't be true. I like to think that though because it makes you seem alive. And two nights ago, the dream that I had for you was so real too. You even...you even...said that it was like I was your brother. Oh Robin, I wish that you were alive again."

Robin knew that that was his cue. Robin slowly stepped out from behind the tree and stood beside it, leaning against it. Much had his head bent down, looking at the dirt ground, so he didn't notice Robin's presence until Robin said, "Wish granted."

At the sound of Robin's voice, Much brought his head up. He looked at Robin, shock slowly registering on his face.

"Robin, you're alive!"

Before Much could say anything else, his eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he fainted.


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