Hello all! It's been a while since I've posted anything, and I'm sorry about that. But I plan to become more on top of things, and post more. Hope you all enjoy!
We waited in the forest watching a cart. Allan jumped out in front of it causing it to stop, "this, my friends is an ambush." He said smiling. At those words we all ran out of the forest and attacked taking down the guards and the driver. Robin jumped onto the top and into the cart. A few moments later he was pulled back out by John and jumped off the back, and started to fight wit the man that was in the cart: Lucky George. We ran around to the back after taking care of the guards to see Robin leaning on the cart, George's sword in his side. Much looked at Robin terrified. Lucky George looked at us, as we stared at him, "now look lads…" He said his face redding. He grabbed the hilt of the words again and tried to pull it out. Robin looked at him and smiled, "only jokin'" He said and straightened up punching George in the face. I let out a sigh of relief, as John chuckled. George was laying on the ground groaning in pain.
"Let's see if he's lucky enough to make his own way home." Robin said walking around him, "take everything. We are putting this parasite out of business." We did indeed take everything, including the cart. Djaq, Allan, and I were sitting in the back, as we took the cart back to Locksley to return all things Lucky George had taken.
"Maybe if you two trying wearing a dress." Allan said putting a ring of pearls around his neck. I laughed, looking at the stuff that was piled in the wagon.
"We will if you will." Djaq said looking at cups. I laughed lightly. The carriage had stopped for a moment and I could hear Robin speaking to someone, but not really listening to what they said back. Suddenly Allan stopped and looked towards the window.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I know that voice." Allan said he grabbed my hand and got up pulling me towards the door and out into the forest. Much was talking, standing next to Robin as we approached, there was a group of villagers surrounding three boys that looked a bit younger than Allan. Two were being held by the arms and one was talking about Robin Hood.
"Tom?" Allan asked as we got closer.
"Allan?" The boy asked. Allan let go of my hand and walked over to him.
"You know him?" Much asked in surprise.
"He's my brother." Allan said.
"Thank goodness you're here!" Tom exclaimed said smiling. Allan chuckled then punched Tom. I stood next to Robin and watched. Allan grabbed his brother, "my purse, my sword, my horse." He grumbled.
"I can explain!" His brother said, "my nose!" He said holding it, "what kind of thing is that to do to your brother!"
"I say whip him to within an inch of his life." Allan said turning towards us.
"If you touch me again, Robin Hood will string you up from the tallest oak in Sherwood forest." Tom said. I smiled holding back my laughter.
"This is Robin Hood you idiot!" Allan said and shoved his brother over to Robin. Robin looked at him.
"We beg your forgiveness Robin of Locksley, you see we aren't thieves, times are hard we had to steel, or we would have starved!" He pleaded holding onto Robin's shoulders.
"Don't believe a word." Allan said when Robin looked at him.
"Please," Tom continued to beg, "have a heart. Help us out here, we'll work for you. We could join your band of worthy outlaws." Robin nodded listening, "what do you two have to say?" He asked the others two boys.
"They cannot speak m'lord." Tom said.
"Why?" I asked, Tom looked over at me, looking me up and down and then smiled lopsided. I sighed rolling my eyes.
"They had their tongues cut out. For praising your work. They were overheard." He went on to explain. Allan noticing that his brother had smiled at walked over and placed his arm around me. Robin shook his head after thinking for a moment, "let them go. You have your necklace." He told the women named Megan, "we are not the sheriff, we do not horsewhip thieves. Are you really thatcher's?" He asked Tom. He nodded quickly, "the best in all of England."
"You shall have a new roof!" Robin said happily, "free of charge. By the way, I found some lost property in the forest, take what is yours! Courtesy of Lucky George!" He announced as Will and Djaq brought out the chest.
"I think we could be of use to you." Tom said as the villagers searched the trunk, "see?" He asked holding up Robins dagger, "did you notice?" Robin quickly took back his dagger, "if I can steal something from under the nose of the great Robin Hood, imagine what I can do to mere mortals, eh? Allan?" He asked looking at him brother. Allan sighed, "look he is an excellent pick pocket. And he may have a big mouth, but his heart's in the right place." He explained.
"And he's your brother?" Robin asked.
"Look if you had a brother and he'd done something wrong, you'd given him a chance to make it up wouldn't you?" He asked.
"After you punch him?" I asked glancing up at him. Allan smiled lightly and laughed. Tom looked at Robin hopefully. Robin reached into the pouch on his belt and pulled out three tags, dangling them in front of Tom, "thank you Robin, you will not regret it." He said.
"You will earn these. You lot are on probation." Robin explained. Tom nodded, Robin turned to walk away then glanced back at him, "why are you still standing there? This woman's roof! Get to it!" He ordered.
"Go on." Allan said pushing his brother over to the group of villagers.
"Why didn't you tell me you had a brother?" I asked Allan back at camp. He shrugged sitting by the fire we had going for cooking dinner, "never really thought about it really. Hadn't seen him in such a long time." He said looking into the fire. I sat next to him, he pulled me closer, I slowly laid my head on his shoulder, surprisingly, I felt like I could breath...but for some reason I couldn't let my guard down. A while later Tom and his friends came back.
"Is it done?" Robin asked.
"Yes, we finished." Tom answered.
"And the job is done well?" Robin inquired fiddling with an arrow.
"Yes," Tom answered, "the job is done well." They came and sat by the fire with us. Much had dinner prepared and was serving it.
"The thing is tat, I woke up, and we'd both been robbed." Tom said explaining himself to his brother, "and rather than waking you, I went off to catch the thieves myself, I chased them for days!" Allan looked at him and then at the rest of us, "He couldn't tell the truth if his life depended on it."
"Runs in the family does it?" Much asked.
"Don't make us gang up on you." Allan warned.
"Is he disrespecting our family?" Tom asked glancing between the two.
"You rob each other in your family." Much answered, "my," He said looking around, "my flask, wheres it gone? It was right there."
"Sorry." Tom said and handed him the flask, "old habits." Much yanked it from his hand, got up and walked away.
"So, what about your family?" Tom asked looking at me.
"What?" I asked looking at him. Allan sat down next to me again.
"How'd you end up here with a bunch of rascals, you know, your backstory, your family life." Tom continued.
"Is off limits." I said setting down my flask.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because I said so." I hissed.
"Leave her alone Tom." Allan said, Tom put his hand up in surrender, "the old gang back together eh?" He asked standing.
"How's they lose their tongues?"Allan asked, "no lies."
"They were spitting at some guards." Tom said with a light chuckle. Allan laughed too.
"Things will be different this time. I promise." Tom said. The brothers hugged each other, then it slowly turned into the wrestling match. I smiled lightly. For the rest of the day we rested, Robin was stuck thinking on the lucky George situation. I laid down in my tent as the night drew near, I closed my eyes and felt my body drift off to sleep.
The screams sounded from the room. I was sitting outside the door, my father was in there. Following orders. I wasn't allowed in, the Sheriff didn't think me valuable enough yet, and my father taught me too young. After an hour later, the doors opened and my father stepped out, I stood quickly. He looked at me in surprise, then quickly closed the door.
"What are you doing here?" He asked moving me away from the door.
"Looking for you." I said.
"Why? You know I'm working." He said.
"Doing what?" I asked standing taller to look over his shoulder. He pushed me back down, "nothing, just business. what do you need?" He asked.
"You said, we could go riding this afternoon, and-" I started but was soon cut off.
"Gisborne!" The Sheriff snapped, "no time to dilly-dally. Lot's of work to do. Get to it. Now. My father looked at me sadly then turned and walked away down the hall. The Sheriff came up to me, "not used to sharing daddy are we?" He asked. I looked at him, "what are you having him do?" I asked. He shook his head, "ooh, you know I can't tell. So why don't you run along now? Hm?"
"You can't keep doing this. You'll get caught one way or another." I said, "you are rotten." I suddenly felt a sharp pain travel across my cheek, I looked at the Sheriff, he had slapped me. I moved my hand to my reding skin.
"You will do best to respect me in the future. Or you won't be so lucky next time." He hissed like a snake. He grabbed my chin and pulled me closer, "you need to know your place." He let go, turned on his heel and walked down the hall humming. I turned and walked away.
I blinked: I fell to the floor a sharp pain growing on my shoulder, the room was dark, the floor wet.
"See, this is what happens when you don't listen." The sheriff's voice sounded from the dark, he walked closer, I closed my eyes and breathed in sharply as I felt the sharp sting from a blade in my shoulder. The fabric of my shirt on my shoulder was shredded. I felt the ground pull away as I fell through air, darkness nothing. I cried out but it felt like my lungs were on fire.
I bolted up to someone saying my name, a dagger was in my hand.
"Whoa, hey. It's alright." Said the familiar voice of Allan. I looked over at him letting out a breath, "you scared me half to death." I said setting the dagger down.
"Me scare you? You're the one that had a dagger pointed at my throat." Allan said.
"Sorry." I apologized again. He moved a little closer and sat next to me, "it's alright. I heard you talkin' in your sleep. You seemed scared, you okay?"
"Fine, just a bad dream." I said.
"Wanna talk about it?" He asked. I glanced at him debating on weather or not to tell him. I shook my head, "not right now." He nodded. I placed my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer. I closed and slowly let myself fall asleep in his arms.
There you have it, sorry if it was short:(, I'll do my best to update next week!