Chapter 2 – Slave Market.

Djaq and the man with the weird hat were at one side of the slave market, while the other three had gone the other direction. The man she had been paired with wouldn't stop talking, well, babbling really.

"I can't believe you're back, the old team back together, Much and Robin," Djaq took note, he was called Much, "And a plan together, straight away. We were rubbish at making plans," Much laughed, "It's good to have you back."

Much patted her on the back, smiling as she pulled he hood further over her face to avoid being recognized by her trader who was standing metres away, whispering to the man who was going to buy her.

"I don't know what came over him, I'm so sorry."

"Sorry, I can't afford anything more expensive, my wife will be really mad when I come home empty handed," The buyer glared.

"Ok, have this slave, two quid, special discount."

Djaq moved away, disgusted as her friend, Aban, was pulled forward.

"So," Much hissed, "We cause the distraction, then…"

Much was cut off by a booming voice coming from a raised platform, a man with a grey hair and a grey beard, short and wearing black robes began to speak, "I have just received news that Robin Hood has returned from the Holy Land, keep your slaves close, he could try and stop the market and after going back to war who knows how much he likes to kill nowadays!"

"Sheriff," Much growled, "How did he find out?"

Djaq shrugged, "I'll cause the distraction, go over to…the others, help them."

"But Robin…" Much argued.

"No buts'," She answered, a tiny bit of her accent slipping into her voice, "Go."



Much moved reluctantly, explaining the new plan to the others quickly as Djaq sneaked away into the crowd.

'Right,' Djaq thought slowly, 'All I need to do is shout, may be punch someone?'

She took a deep breath and began, punching a nearby trader and running quickly towards the Sheriff, "Sheriff!" She called, "I have returned from the Holy Land, and am ready to stop this evil trade market."

The Sheriff burst into laughed, "What, no bow?" He mocked, "Not even a sword?"

At that moment fury pulsed through Djaq, ever since she had been separated from her family, passed from master to master, treated like dirt, not once had anyone treated her like a real person and now she was being mocked, for no reason. She grabbed a sword off one of the guards that were running towards her, shoving it into his chest, watching him fall to the ground, blood pouring from his chest.

"Get him!" The Sheriff ordered.

All the guards ran towards him, traders and buyers suddenly became panicked, causing a huge commotion and a distraction.

She fought madly, seeing the men she had befriended leading the slaves out of the market.

"They're taking them away!" The Sheriff shouted, point at the gate.

The guards ran forward but the gang, all but 'Robin', and the slaves, had gone, into the forest. Djaq was left, alone in the middle of the market, surrounded by guards.

"Goodbye Hood," The Sheriff grinned as the guards lunged forwards.

Djaq jumped, elbowing one guard in the face, pushing past him and heading towards the gate. Another guard jumped in front of her, she punched him straight on in the face, dashing out of the market and into the woods, greeted by a cheering gang.



"I'm not being funny but that was close," Allan laughed giving Djaq a hug.