A few years later... Fifteen-year-old Lincoln of Locksley had been through Lori of Gisborne's harsh training. It was going to be worth it though. This sheriff is going down the second Lincoln's training is done.
Today in the Royal Woods, Lincoln was testing some archery moves Lori taught him. He spotted an elk, he stopped dead in his tracks and drew his bow with an arrow, aimed at the elk, breathing in and out, then...
THWISH!
WOOSH!
THUNK!
The arrow hit the elk in the heart, killing it immediately.
"Fuck Yes!" Lincoln celebrated
He sheathed his bow and ran up to the elk and pulls out a knife from its holster and started skinning the poor poor animal. Taking its skin and some of it chunks to eat later, cooked of course.
Lincoln walks in the forest, trying to find his way back to the cabin. He then finds himself a bridge. The water looks deep. However, he sees a... Colored fifteen-year-old on the bridge, holding a staff, bald head, weird dots on each cheek. Who the fuck is this person?
Lincoln walks up to the colored person.
"... Who are you? The fuck did you come from too?" Lincoln asked
"My name is none of your business and I'm that type of person who tolls people who cross this bridge."
"You want me to give you a toll... So I could cross?"
"That's right."
"Why are you here? These woods are private property and your basically trespassing."
"These woods aren't private property. They're for everyone to mind their own business too."
"Alright kid lemme through."
Lincoln tries to go through him but was pushed back by him. Man, this boy was strong! Look at those muscles! Must be a little dicky too.
"Well, I'm sorry, but a toll is a toll, and a roll is a roll, and if I don't get no tolls then I can't eat no rolls!"
He smiles gleefully
"I made that up myself!" He proudly said
"Don't care. I'll just find a way around."
Lincoln turns around to find another way around, then...
"Yeah that's right, get out of here you fucking pleb!"
Lincoln stops dead in his tracks. A pleb?! REALLY!? He drops his elk skin and turns around towards this colored person.
"What did you call me?" Lincoln threateningly said
"I say you a fucking pleb."
"I'm a fucking pleb?! You're a fucking black person!"
"Ug- You take that back!"
"Then take back what you said about me being a pleb!"
"You Take Back About Me Being a Black Person!"
Then The kid and Lincoln started fighting, in a cloud ball. Then Lincoln started hitting him with a twig. And then kicks him into the river. He had his hands out for help.
"Help! I can't swim!" the colored kid said
"Are you serious?!"
The water wasn't as deep as it looked, in fact, it was no deeper than a stream. But this kid was overreacting a lot. So Lincoln goes down and simply picks him up. The second he gets up, he has Lincoln in a bear hug.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
Meanwhile, Lincoln was in the most painful bear hug he been in, he was suffocating comedically.
"AIR!" Lincoln demanded
Then the kid let go of Lincoln.
"Thank you."
"No Thank you for saving my life, now I will be in your debt until it is repaid."
"Oh, that's... Good... Um, what's your name?"
"Kalayid."
"Excuse me?"
"Kalayid."
"Um... Kal-... Klam-... I don't know."
"In your language it means Clyde."
"Oh okay, Clyde."
Another few years later, eighteen-year-old Lincoln of Locksley was still in training. Nowhere near complete to the matter of fact.
Meanwhile in the Royal Woods. Lincoln was a mile away from the cabin, two people were with him, his daughter Lily and his best friend Little Clyde. They were watching Lincoln practice his archery. Watching the arrows going into targets, almost in a bullseye in all of them. When he hit all the arrows in all the targets, he went to get the arrows back. And came back with them.
"Can I try father?" Lily politely asked
"Maybe... Maybe Lily." Lincoln answered
"You know Lincoln, you should try shooting with flintlock revolver instead of an old-school bow and arrow." Little Clyde remarked
"You mean those clumsy loud uncivilized things of a weapon? I really don't think so." Lincoln retorted
Then suddenly they heard gunshots and a very loud "No!" from a distance in the forest.
"Lily go back to the cabin!" Lincoln ordered
"But I-"
"I said go!"
"Okay."
Lily runs back to the cabin. While Little Clyde and Lincoln armed themselves with a gun and bow and arrow respectively. As they run through the forest, they find a carriage, a body of a woman was laying down on the side of the carriage, she was bleeding, presumably dead. A masked criminal had his gun on a man's forehead and pulled the trigger, making both Lincoln and Little Clyde disgusted and horrified.
"Oh, my days!"
"Ew!... What the fuck?!"
Lincoln drew his bow with an arrow and aimed it at the masked criminal. And without hesitation, he shoots the criminal in the neck, causing him to bleed out. There was a young lad, around Lincoln's age, he was on his knees, crying over from what looks to be his parents. Lincoln actually felt bad for the lad, he could've been there sooner had he heard the carriage.
Lincoln and Little Clyde walk up to the lad and Lincoln kneels down to him in an attempt to comfort him.
"I'm sorry..."
"Get away!"
He pushed Lincoln away. Lincoln was on the ground.
"I'm sorry..."
Lincoln didn't know what to say but that, this was the first other than his daughter that he comforting someone. Little Clyde on the other hand, had his hand on the lad's shoulder.
"I'm sorry about your folks. What's your name?" Little Clyde asked
"... Logan... Logan Scarlet." he answered bluntly
Logan glared at Lincoln as if he knows something about him... Suspicious... Lincoln, on the other hand, doesn't know why this man was giving him the death glare. Did he wrong him in another life? Was it because he didn't save his parents? Cause if that's that then he's deeply sorry for it.
Little Clyde helped Logan up on his feet.
"It's alright. We'll take you to safety." Little Clyde reassured
Lincoln and Little Clyde have Logan walk with them back where the cabin is supposed to be.
End of Chapter