I was riding as quickly as possible, towards where I thought the woods had been…maybe I'd ridden much further than I thought... all I knew was that that man was chasing me and gaining quickly, I don't think I'd ever been so scared. All I could think of was his whip in hand ready to strike me down. Riding for my life, half crouched on Bailey trying to ride quicker, I passed a grove of trees and decided to try ride through them. And then I was flying through the air to the ground; rugby tackled from something that landed flat on me, knocking my wind, pushed and rolling into a bush with a hand round my mouth and a person behind pressing me to the ground. Here's me thinking he's gunna kill me, I'm gone for…as my horse trotted off and the guard stop metres away from where I was hidden under the bushes…thorn bushes so I now know why my face is stinging. I silenced my breathing to the point where I had dragon breath from trying to breathe as quietly as possible and my throat was burning. The guard was thrashing about in a different direction, grunting and swearing when he slashed his whip through the bushes and trees surrounding the grove…I randomly started thinking about how I had thought I could ride a huge horse through this area when it was covered in ivy and huge blackberry bushes swathing the ground. The man above me still hadn't moved and I couldn't even feel him breathing or moving for that matter, under the protection of the bush that I could barely see through.

The guard after what seemed like hours eventually left, riding away on his horse back the way he'd come, still swearing and huffing about me I guess…it made me feel quite chuffed with myself since I'd annoyed him; a little petty. I let out the breath I was holding in and relaxed onto the ground, letting all the tension out of my body in one movement. The hand still clammed over my mouth... I licked. Immediately the hand flung back off my face and began to move off, I felt myself rolled over and held down…I say felt because I'd shut my eyes… squinting to keep them shut.

"Is it okay to look now?" I said with a cheeky grin on my face.

"Open your eyes" he commanded

"AHHHH thank you so much for saving me!" as he shuffled off me and sort of army crawled through the bush with his head down, allowing me room to follow and pull myself out. My bag had dropped down a little further off so I ran after that to pick it up. My only link to the real world…

"What did you think you were doing?" the Welshman yelled quietly, in a way it reminded me of a person who had an explosive kind of anger, they would stew silently for a few hours and then BOOM- they got angry and it was actually scary to witness I guess.

"I'm sorry…the horse just went...I am really sorry, thank you for helping me"

"Next time control your body" he said still angry

"Course, I know what I'm doing now…but to be fair I think that was jolly good practise because I feel okay on Bailey now" I looked round for my gorgeous horse that had helped save my life…I think when someone saves your life you look at the differently because suddenly they were all little miracles!

"Where are you from?" he said quietly

"Here…only it hasn't become home yet so give it time" smiling internally at my little vague joke

"My name is Will Scarlett" he stated, Will Scarlett…handsome Welsh, my hero, one of Robin Hoods men…hmmm. I impulsively swung my arms round his neck as a way of saying THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU…he stiffened for a second and then relaxed but still didn't react in anyway.

"Ok can you please take me home now? To Robin's forest"

"Yes I suppose that's where we were heading" men suddenly started streaming through the bushes like they had been rolled in there for hours and were simply waking up.

"Wait you were all here?" I looked expectantly at them, who all just looked bored and detached. Robin stepped forward, and look at Will first and then me.

"An old friend has asked I look after you, so I will. Understand?" He was looking at my without giving anything away again, bright silver eyes peering down,

"Hey Robin do you have a friend called Marion by any chance?" I asked, no longer able to contain my curiosity about the romance I knew HAD to take place. I didn't predict the actions of his men. I blinked to have 6 men with arrows and swords drawn at my throat and various points of my body, even Will who was actually previously stood next to me had backed off to stand a foot away, immobile and watching events unfold.

"How do you know of Marion? Spy!" one of the men sneered at me, I don't think I've ever been sneered at before and it's unpleasant to say the least. The others stood ready to cut and dice me, waiting for my answer.

"Listen. You are legends and in thousands of years time you name will still be known around the World, and simply because I have this knowledge means you're going to kill me? Don't you think that goes against the actions of the hero's you're remembered for?" the men looked expectantly at Robin for a fleeting second, waiting for a command. I too watched him to see how he acted…a small flick of his wrist and all weapons disappeared again, back to wear they had been concealed. I waited for Robin to say something, knowing he would… I looked sideward at Will to see what he was doing- stood like a mini soldier ready for battle! Unnerving to say the least!

"We will take you to the camp with us, where you will meet our gang…you will live with us and tell us of your knowledge" he was giving me this look like a head teacher handing out punishment to a pupil.

"My knowledge….hmm" I began simply thinking this over, the amount of things I knew about history that hadn't happened yet, Shakespeare, English Civil Wars…it would be interesting to see their reaction but I knew I wouldn't tell them- where's the fun in knowing your future?

"Ok sir, take me to your leader" laughing at my own joke as the gathered the horses from some unknown place and gave me a leg-up onto Bailey…who came back after running off!

We rode in a line, one behind the other for so long I felt like I had a tree between my legs and they wouldn't close, my fingers had blistered in the places where I'd been holding the ropes and dusk was coming. The ride had been silent as we travelled, nobody ever looked in my direction and each had their hoods pulled up surrounding me in the centre of their formation. I'd giggled a couple of times to myself at the humour of my situation and then my bum would have a renewed ache and I'd clench my teeth until I got over it. After what I think was maybe 3 or 4 hours (I was impressed at my endurance) I was near enough fall off Bailey from exhaustion, my lungs were being eaten by my stomach I was so hungry and my legs had been thoroughly worked out- to the point where I doubt I have any fat left, its all muscle! We had ridden through woods, forests, hundreds of fields and a couple of gorgeous quant cottages in villages where the people hid as we rode passed but look curiously out their windows. Now if it was me I'd have been sat outside having a good look at the random dudes riding through their village, but remembering all the things my mum had taught me about women during this era- I don't think I'll be well liked.

"Are you awake?" a dark figure came up beside me and whispered, leaning over on his horse. I could barely keep my eyes open, I'm glad bailey knew where he was going because I was barely staying up on him.

"Mmm I want my bed" I said, leaning forward to rest on the horse's mane, shutting my eyes and moving to the gentle beat of the Bailey steadily trotting forward. I was trying to stay awake because I didn't want to look like a spineless little women, like the ones Robin Hood would be associated with.

"Hey will you do me a favour?" I said to the man closest to me, he nodded so I think he was paying attention. "Will you slap me? Not hard enough to bruise but just enough to wake me up" I must have been completely past having any inhabitation, so I just watched in the dark as he lent over and slapped me. THAT WOKE ME UP!

"Ouch" it was harder than I was used to being slapped but I still managed a mini reaction in pain, if you are able to be used to it but me and my sister would play blackjack and if you lost you would get slapped. The group heard the slap and the horses just stopped. There was an eerie silence for a few seconds as a thunderous voice just said in a very clear solid voice

"What was that?" I think it made me incredibly scared for maybe a millisecond.

"Me, sorry, I'm awake now so it's all good" giddy on my tiredness

"Who slapped the girl?" the clear voice sounded through again

"Me Robin" the hooded figure spoke up, and a match lit the group that had previously been in darkness. Holding the match was Robin, stood sideways on his horse stopping the group progressing forwards. Next to me I could dimly make out the outline of the large man, wearing dark clothing like the rest, but I remember from earlier he had a sort of dog collar type thing so maybe…he's FRIAR TUCK? I think when Robin saw it was the Friar and not one of the others he seemed to relax slightly, if only in the atmosphere which had gone from dead awkward turtle to just tense and awkward.

"But he only did it because I was falling asleep off my horse so I asked him to slap me to wake up…so if your angry its my fault and I'm sorry" I tried to look in the direction I thought Robin was in, and look as repentant as possible if I'd offended them in my act of trying to stay awake.

"Will, take her, the horse will trot behind" with this action a person behind me, pulled me off my horse which made me scream shortly from the quickness of the action. I assume it was Will that then gave me a leg-up onto the horse and then climbed up in front of me.

"Hold on and you can fall asleep on me" he whispered in a soothing voice, my bag was still attached to Bailey so I hoped that would be alright. But I felt very sort of frigid? Riding a horse with someone and then falling asleep on them, not what I had in mind. But as I the horse got steadier and the night got darker his back just seem more and more appetising until I was sound asleep resting on his shoulder with my arms round him.

I woke up with a strange feeling in my body, and suddenly jolted awake to find that I was curled in a ball by a fire in the middle of the forest. My eyes were stinging slightly; I think I'd taken out my contact lenses? I couldn't remember last night but I couldn't see either so maybe I had? I stretched widely and shut my eyes again…am I really in the Middle Ages? How did I end up on the floor last night? I opened my eyes again to look round properly; I was sat by a sort of fire pit with rusted pots hung by a bent wire, which crossed over at the top and rest the pots on. It looked like a classic hob, pretty advanced and perfect for camping. Rolling over to lean up on my elbows I noticed I'd been covered in a thick woollen blanket, quite soft but also itchy like an army blanket. The camp was also surrounded by tents like the ones I had on camp, held up by rods high enough to stand in and wide enough for about a dozen to sleep inside comfortably. On trees mugs and utensils hung up by nails and a line connected one side of the site to the other and was full of clothes in different pastel colours. On the other side of the fire slept a few other men I think I recognised from the night before and around me slept other men too, I'm surprised I didn't kick anyone when I stretched out. I sat up and looked around for my change of clothing, shocked to find myself in a nightgown and I couldn't see my clothing either. I pushed the blanket off myself and stood up, working out which people I recognised and who I didn't, I couldn't see any women so I figured them must have slept inside the tents because they were shut and it was still early in the morning because I could hear the birds singing softly and the day still had its misty dew covering it. I swiped up my blanket from the spot it had fallen on and wrapped it around me against the chilly breeze and managed to skip my way through the sleeping people. I got to the edge of the circle when a hand flung out and grabbed my foot, tripping me in the process into a mouth full of leaves and green grass.

"Where are you going?" a sleepy voice asked from under a cover, it was so sleepy he reminded me of my brother when he was sleep walking.

"No where, go back to sleep darling" using the same voice I used to calm Jamie down too, stroking his back to get him to release my foot. When he did I went to have more of a look round, the camp was generally the same as my first impression, most things were basic using wood for most of their boxes and items, and I guess this made them more portable to travel with. When I finally got tired again I went back to the fire where they were still sleeping, found a nice little spot in a gap and laid down wrapping myself up and drifting back to sleep.