Hieeeez! TitaniumMasterOfAquaLightning here! Whew! That was a mouthful. Could someone please kindly come up with a nickname for me? And the acronym TMOAL doesn't count XD!

Anyhoo, if you're wondering why I just disappeared off the FanFiction map for a week, not commenting or updating or any of the stuff that shows you're alive on FanFiction, I was away at science camp without my computer, so I couldn't do anything. You know how hard it was for moi to not have me fingers on a keyboard for a week?!

You'll hear all about my time at camp in my upcoming FanFiction story, Science Camp Shenanigans, since I was meticulously taking notes on everything at camp so I could write it down later! I strive for authenticity in my real-life adaptations. Heh. You don't know how far I go for authenticity.

Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this story, which was based on, and inspired by Disney's movie Robin Hood!

Chapter the First: Setting the Stage

Allow me to introduce you to 12th-century Ninjago, which was then given the name of England. After our ruler, the brave King Garmadon the Lionhearted, went away to lead a Holy Crusade on the mainland beyond, his younger brother, the cruel Prince Chen, and his Serpentine advisor, the cunning Sir Pythor, took Ninjago's throne in his place. Ninjago fell into a state of depression and misery, as the greedy prince raised the peasants' taxes to an obscene height, eager to have his hands on all the gold and silver in Ninjago. Every yen, farthing, and sovereign was on their way to becoming part of Chen's treasure house. Everyone was poor and dispirited.

But before you go, This is boring!, I'm not finished yet. There was someone who managed to evade both the taxes and the despair that came with them. Well, there were a few someones, but this man was a bit more interesting to write about. He was a youth, actually. His name was James of Locksley, but he was more commonly called Jay.

He and his friends: Cole Little, a tall and muscular young man teasingly nicknamed "Little Cole"; Zane-A-Dale, a quiet but hawk-eyed minstrel; and Kai Scarlet, a fiery-tempered youth with equally intense sword-fighting skills, lived together in Birchwood Forest, located on the outskirts of Nottingham, a good-sized town that happened to be where Prince Chen and Sir Pythor had their headquarters in Nottingham Castle.

If you're wondering why these four boys didn't live in the town itself, well . . . let's just say it would have interfered with their careers. You see, Jay and his comrades were thei-

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up there, mister!

What is it? Who's that?

Never mind who I am, just do me a favor: call us something, if you have to call us anything, something a little less uncouth than that word you were about to say? You are probably less heartless than to demean a man, my dear Mr. Narrator?

It's actually Miss Narrator, but whatever. How about . . . foresters?

That's too vague. I mean, no one even knows what a forester means nowadays.

Uh . . . don't you know?

If you don't know what a forester is, then I certainly don't. I'm just a character in your imagination, remember?

Lemme look it up: forester: a person in charge of a forest or skilled in planting, managing or caring for trees. Or the archaic: a person or animal living in a forest.

Um . . . I suppose that second definition works.

All right, glad you're happy. Now shoo. Geez, some people can be so touchy . . .

I heard that!

Anyway, Jay and his comrades were foresters, as Mr. Finicky was so kind to point out. I'll let them tell you their actual profession.

But Jay didn't simply go around calling himself "James of Locksley", no sir. That would have been far too bland for a youth of his notoriety, especially with his friends have nicknames of their own. So, to give his fame an extra boost, he gave himself the name "Robin Jay", for the robin's feather he always wore in his hat. Sound familiar? It'd better be. Just kidding, it might not. But, it's probably somewhat familiar to those of you who've heard a story about a man with a similar name.

Well, I was hired to tell Robin Jay's story like it is, and that's what I'm going to do. So sit back, relax, and imagine yourself in a leafy green forest, watching four young men walking down a woodland path, laughing and talking merrily to one another. . .