Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to the book or the movie but I enjoyed the movie too much I couldn't hold back showing some type of appreciation for it.
The Chase:
Robin came to a jarring halt at his father's words. "I want her killed."
Robin could only stare. Mouth silent but thought loud. Killed? His family was filled with bandits, thieves, and rouges, sure, but murderers? And to kill a young girl? The thought of those large eyes dead and dull - that fire extinguished - did odd things to his gut.
But his father didn't stop there, "I won't let her stop the curse. Their death is our victory."
As though an invisible hand shoved him forward, Robin put one foot in front of the other. Like a mindless beast, he moved to obey the call of the hunt. His legs heavy. "Stupid girl." His muttered comment too quiet for anyone else's ears, but he had to give the reprimand all the same. "Should have stayed where you were."
His feet kept moving, one foot in front of the other until he and his comrades were running. They dashed through the well-known forest like hounds on the hunt, the call for blood to primal and too instinctual to disobey.
How long had they run when one of his men called out his name? His eyes snagged on the harmless, unassuming, but very much out of place object that had interrupted their run.
A blue ribbon.
Robin's feet moved of their own accord until his fingers brushed against the silken material used to tie back silken curls. No. He gripped it tight, ripping the thought from his head as surely as he ripped the ribbon off the branch. He had no room for sympathy or thoughts of silk, there could only be the hunt. "Come on!"
He tracked the subtle clues the woods had to offer but even more than that he followed his gut.
He had to find her, as surely as he hoped to lose her.