I stood there. I stood there as I watched the dead body (the dead man) being carried through Sherwood Forest. The crunching of the crisp leaves crackled as they were trodden on by the footsteps of men and the trees swaying in the wind's breeze. It was cold that day. Maybe because it was autumn or maybe because of the dead corpse travelling around the forest. He (the body) was being carried by Munch, Little John and Tuck. They are... They were his closest friends had but no one was close to him as Munch was. Munch had spent twelve years with him, I'd only spent three but it was still just as hard for both of us, for all of us. Saying goodbye is one thing but saying goodbye to something that once your whole world is another thing.
You're probably wondering who died. Robin was dead. Robin of Locksey. Robin Hood. The great man who fought in the crusade, the man who was made an outlaw for standing along side justice. The very man who stopped the Sheriff and King John.
His time was now finally at an end. You hear tales from folk. Tales of bravery and honour. Tales about him protecting King Richard to the bloody gruesome battlefield in the Holy Land. How a man, a great Earl of Loskey, was stripped from his tittle and was renamed a common outlaw. Some common outlaw you say? You hear tales of a certain gang of people stealing from the rich to feed the poor. Robin Hood...
I am part of the "Hood" as I recall us giving ourselves the name. I remembered whenever Robin was always at his new death experiences (half the time I would still be surprised how he made it this far) he would always say that we would carry on... And we did, all of us did how ever hard it remand. I knew that it meant the world to him. I'd only wished that he could stay a little longer. Some things are never meant to be...
He looked peaceful, for a man who just died. He lied there asleep with a rose in his hands, neatly put there with her petals red as blood. I was walking behind as they carried him. None of us said anything, there was no need because we were all thinking the same thing.