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Chapter 2- The Legend
I ran blindly into Sherwood Forest, only thought was of escaping the evil men. Hitting something solid, but somewhat soft, I looked up into the shadowy face of a man. He was only about 2 inches taller than me and his mud brown hair gleamed silver in the night. His Lincoln green tunic and leggings smelled of sweet pine and his touch was soft and warm.
"Are you alright?" he asked, peeling me from him. I nodded fearfully.
"She's in there!" said the husky voice of a knight. Hearing them climb off their black horses, I turned pleadingly to the stranger.
"Help me, sir, please." Tears began flooding from my eyes. He nodded and smiled, as if he understood. The man pulled a bow from the quiver on his back and whisked out an arrow as he walked towards the road. Fearing for savior, I wanted to tell him not to do it, but it was inevitable.
The first knight came into the forest closely followed by the Sheriff and the other knights. Suddenly an arrow flew and pierced the first knight's neck, blood gushing from his life vein. Staring at the fallen warrior, the other knights shielded their fearful master.
"Master, go back to Nottingham immediately and don't come back here!!!" they yelled, shortly before being shot down as well, their crimson blood shining white on the forest floor. The timid Sheriff of Nottingham ran back to his black horse, and although the trees covered the view, he was heard climbing atop the horse.
"I'll get you yet, young Gwyneth!! And whoever your outlaw accomplice is, he will be beheaded beside you once you are caught!!!" the Sheriff yelled as he rode off into the night.
"That was rather amusing. I enjoy beating on the Sheriff," my savior laughed, walking towards me. I curtsied to him with great respect and looked up at him, gratitude illuminating in my bright green eyes.
"How can I ever repay you?" I breathed, voiced faltering a bit. The man smiled.
"You can cook for my men and I. We have been searching for a good chef for quite some time now," the man said, still smiling. His smile seemed eternal and life-giving. My mind had no choice but to go to wherever this man takes me, with my heart.
"I take it your name is Gwyneth," he said after some time of walking. Shivering in the cold night air, I looked at him, just realizing I had not asked him his name nor given mine.
"Yes, sir, Gwyneth Bourdet, but the common folks call me Gwyn. I'm at the tender age of 14. My parents were killed when I was a child and I was taken in by my aunt. My aunt was very poor so I would steal things so we could eat that night. One day, I stole a silver piece from his purse yesterday. You know how he is with the law. he came after me. And my aunt," I said, tears starting to run down my cheeks, ". he killed my aunt this morning while I was in my bed sleeping. I had walked into the front room to see her body bleeding on the floor. I threw up and ran out into the street.
"They had been waiting me out. They came after me. I ran non stop all day with some hidden strength. And here you are." I said, staining my white night gown with tears. Noticing I was crying, the man put his arm around me. He was warm.
"Yes, Gwyn, I am here. I have lived most of my young life in this sacred forest. Surely you have heard of me in those delightful ballads the minstrels sing. I am called Robin Hood."
**** Is it good so far? I'd love to hear from you!! My e-mail is darksamurai089@netscape.net. No flames please!!
Chapter 2- The Legend
I ran blindly into Sherwood Forest, only thought was of escaping the evil men. Hitting something solid, but somewhat soft, I looked up into the shadowy face of a man. He was only about 2 inches taller than me and his mud brown hair gleamed silver in the night. His Lincoln green tunic and leggings smelled of sweet pine and his touch was soft and warm.
"Are you alright?" he asked, peeling me from him. I nodded fearfully.
"She's in there!" said the husky voice of a knight. Hearing them climb off their black horses, I turned pleadingly to the stranger.
"Help me, sir, please." Tears began flooding from my eyes. He nodded and smiled, as if he understood. The man pulled a bow from the quiver on his back and whisked out an arrow as he walked towards the road. Fearing for savior, I wanted to tell him not to do it, but it was inevitable.
The first knight came into the forest closely followed by the Sheriff and the other knights. Suddenly an arrow flew and pierced the first knight's neck, blood gushing from his life vein. Staring at the fallen warrior, the other knights shielded their fearful master.
"Master, go back to Nottingham immediately and don't come back here!!!" they yelled, shortly before being shot down as well, their crimson blood shining white on the forest floor. The timid Sheriff of Nottingham ran back to his black horse, and although the trees covered the view, he was heard climbing atop the horse.
"I'll get you yet, young Gwyneth!! And whoever your outlaw accomplice is, he will be beheaded beside you once you are caught!!!" the Sheriff yelled as he rode off into the night.
"That was rather amusing. I enjoy beating on the Sheriff," my savior laughed, walking towards me. I curtsied to him with great respect and looked up at him, gratitude illuminating in my bright green eyes.
"How can I ever repay you?" I breathed, voiced faltering a bit. The man smiled.
"You can cook for my men and I. We have been searching for a good chef for quite some time now," the man said, still smiling. His smile seemed eternal and life-giving. My mind had no choice but to go to wherever this man takes me, with my heart.
"I take it your name is Gwyneth," he said after some time of walking. Shivering in the cold night air, I looked at him, just realizing I had not asked him his name nor given mine.
"Yes, sir, Gwyneth Bourdet, but the common folks call me Gwyn. I'm at the tender age of 14. My parents were killed when I was a child and I was taken in by my aunt. My aunt was very poor so I would steal things so we could eat that night. One day, I stole a silver piece from his purse yesterday. You know how he is with the law. he came after me. And my aunt," I said, tears starting to run down my cheeks, ". he killed my aunt this morning while I was in my bed sleeping. I had walked into the front room to see her body bleeding on the floor. I threw up and ran out into the street.
"They had been waiting me out. They came after me. I ran non stop all day with some hidden strength. And here you are." I said, staining my white night gown with tears. Noticing I was crying, the man put his arm around me. He was warm.
"Yes, Gwyn, I am here. I have lived most of my young life in this sacred forest. Surely you have heard of me in those delightful ballads the minstrels sing. I am called Robin Hood."
**** Is it good so far? I'd love to hear from you!! My e-mail is darksamurai089@netscape.net. No flames please!!