Sorry this has taken so long to put up but I have been very busy lately but I have been writing a bit of this everyday. So I hope you enjoy. :)
Robin Hood had been doing his usual daily routine: get up, eat, go to the river to wash, then help around the camp to see what needed to be done. But today, Robin was uneasy. He was supposed to meet with John, Bull and Will to discuss a plan to stop the Sheriff, but Will had never showed.
Robin saw Bull making some new arrows for battle. He went over to him.
"Bull, have you seen Will at all?" he asked.
"No," Bull looked up and stopped what he was doing, his face showing that he was deeply in thought. "Come to mention it, I haven't seen young Will since yesterday, when he went off to collect firewood with Wulf. I haven't seen Wulf either."
Robin closed his eyes and prayed that nothing had happened to either of them. He always regretted arguing with Will, he didn't understand why the young man hated him so much. He could understand that he might hate him for coming from a rich background but it seemed more personal than that, like something that Robin had done personally to offend Will.
"Do you think something has happened to them?" asked Bull, pulling Robin out of his thoughts. Robin thought for a moment then answered.
"I hope not"
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They were shoved roughly into a small cell, there hands were unbound and they were left in the dark. Will sat down, lent against a wall. He heard shuffling to his right and out of the gloom he could make our the tiny form of Wulf. He reached out and pulled Wulf close to him, the boy snuggled up to Will, gripping him tightly.
"Will, I'm scared...what are they going to do to us?" the boy asked quietly.
"I don't know, but I'll protect you." Will replied, comforting Wulf. Wulf laid his head on Will's chest. He was exhausted. He let Will's steady heartbeat send him slowly to sleep.
Will could not get to sleep, he didn't know whether it was because of fear or restlessness, but he didn't like the idea of being in the Sheriff's dungeons at all. He didn't know what they wanted or what they would do to him and Wulf. He didn't care what they did to him but he didn't want Wulf to get hurt, but the thing that worried him the most was the fact that he may not be able to protect Wulf. He was only a boy and he had so much to live for. He would be a fine warrior some day, but now he may never make it that far.
Will hated to think it, but they really needed Robin right now, but he wasn't sure whether anyone had even noticed that they were missing. He hoped so. He was meant to attend a meeting with Robin, Bull and John that morning so they were bound to know that something was up when he never showed, and Fanny would realise sooner or later that her son was missing. But he couldn't help thinking that was the reason for their capture, so that they could be used as hostages against Robin and the rest of them. He knew Robin would think of something, he had to. Not just for his safety but for Wulf's and everyone in his band of merry men.
Eventually Will was so exhausted that he finally went to sleep.
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It was later on that day when Robin raised the alarm. He called for a gathering in the centre of the area.
"It has come to my attention that, Will Scarlet and the boy Wulf have not returned here yet. I sent them out yesterday to collect some firewood and they have not come back. So," he paused. "I want everyone to form their own search parties and find them." everyone started to move away. "A word of warning," He called. "They may have been taken by the Sheriff's men, which means the soldiers might still be lurking around. Always make sure that you are armed and ready to defend yourself and anyone who is in your party. That's it... you may go now!"
Everyone filed away accept for Fanny. The red head walked up to him, a grim expression on her face. Her eyes were red and swollen which showed that she had been crying. He sympathized for her, it must be hard having one of her sons go missing. There was nothing worse in Robin's opinion than a grieving mother for her lost child.
"Robin" she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Find my son. Bring him home safely, please."
"I will do whatever I can to help the young boy." he replied, trying to sound reassuring, but failed as he too had a hint of doubt and sorrow in his voice.
What if they were too late, what if the only thing they could bring home was the bodies of their fellow companions. Thought Robin gravely.
Hope you guys enjoy this. As I have said on many different Fanfics that I have written: if you would like the fic to end a certain way then please tell me your ideas via a PM or review and I will always take them into consideration as I am generally making this fic up as I go along so I haven't decided on an ending yet.
xxxCattxxx
