Author's Note: I actually had to remove and repost this story because I didn't know there was a separate Robin Hood category. Sorry for the confusion. Please R & R.
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Marien
My life is probably less interesting than the life of a kitchen mouse. See, my father, the wealthy noble, says that it is his duty to see my married to a "good" man. My part in all of this, is not complain, not whine, and be a lady. I can't stand it! I know papa loves me, but he doesn't understand that I can't get married; especially to someone I don't know. Actually, I can predict the type papa is going to pick. Rich, snotty and somewhat of a pansy.
My life is a bare and meager as a worn piece of linen. Everyday, I partake is lady lessons that are definitely no fun. Who cares how well I curtsey? The only thing I look forward to is my sword-fighting lesson. That took mama's never ceasing pleading to papa to earn. My mama is always the perfect lady, but she believes a girl must have some self-defense skills and I know she feels for me. Dear kind mama, how I love her so. A jolly fat man named Fredrick teaches me my sword skills lessons. Even though, Fredrick is a little round, he used to be one of the most talented and skilled swordsman when he was a lad not much older than myself.
I turn sixteen years old this up coming Friday and it's that sixteenth birthday that I dread so. You see, sixteen is supposedly a ripe age for marriage, the marriage that I refuse to partake in that is! Papa has planned this magnificent birthday celebration for me and expects me to look at all the suitors there! Hoy! Why me?
My secret dream is one that I will never share with anyone. I was going to share it with my best maid, Laura, but after she blabbed to half the household the last time I told her a secret, I don't think I will tell her anything more. I have always dreamed that a handsome and dashing prince might rescue me from my confinement. He would ride upon a magnificent white horse and call me "my flower". We would then ride into the sunset to his lovely castle far away where women could do anything they want. Sigh. Yes, I know it is a little far fetched and I blame it on all the books that I have been reading secretly. Its sad that father doesn't think I girl needs to be educated and actually have a brain.
I am restricted from going anywhere outside my father's property and especially not the forest. Countless tales of vagabonds and marauders have passed from mouth to mouth. I think it would be exciting to meet a real thief. Perhaps I will someday.
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Deep into the forest, a young man sat beside a stream humming a merry tune while carving a music pipe from a piece of bark. The young man wore a forest green cloak, that was pulled back at this moment revealing a handsome face and somewhat long dirty blonde hair. His dark blue eyes glittered as he looked up at a spot among the trees. Seconds later, another cloaked figure emerged from the same spot.
"Hoy Robin! Hows it going?" John asked.
John was also young, but perhaps a little older than Robin. While Robin was blonde and slender, John was dark haired and a little dumpy.
"John! Good to see you've come back in one piece." Robin joked.
"Do I ever get caught? Why I think it's near impossible for Sly John to ever get caught!"
"Ha, you're quite the jester, John, quite the jester indeed. Did you get the gold?"
"Ha yourself!" John said while pulling a large bag from under his cloak and tossing it to Robin.
"Excellent! I bet you that Duke of whatever never say it coming."
"I should say he didn't. Everyone knows I am as quick as a fox and as sly as one too!"
"Jolly good job John," Robin laughed as he got up and playfully punched his friend on the shoulder. "John, you remember our plan for Friday night?"
"Of course! How could I forget? It will be night to remember for sure!"
"Good make sure you meet up with the rest of the men and go over the plan again. We must do things perfectly this time."
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Author's note: Yes I know it's a really short chapter but I have a finish my homework. IF anyone is confused about the chapter set up it works like this:
Marien will have her own little chapters sometimes in first person that works sort of like a diary. I'm doing this so I can get across her feelings better than in third person. Most of the chapters will be in third person I think, especially after Marien and Robin meet. Robin may have his own little chapters or maybe not. I get to work soon on the birthday party chapter, which will be probably one of the most exciting chapters so far. I promise there will be more action later! Please review and give constructive criticism. I promise I won't cry!
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Marien
My life is probably less interesting than the life of a kitchen mouse. See, my father, the wealthy noble, says that it is his duty to see my married to a "good" man. My part in all of this, is not complain, not whine, and be a lady. I can't stand it! I know papa loves me, but he doesn't understand that I can't get married; especially to someone I don't know. Actually, I can predict the type papa is going to pick. Rich, snotty and somewhat of a pansy.
My life is a bare and meager as a worn piece of linen. Everyday, I partake is lady lessons that are definitely no fun. Who cares how well I curtsey? The only thing I look forward to is my sword-fighting lesson. That took mama's never ceasing pleading to papa to earn. My mama is always the perfect lady, but she believes a girl must have some self-defense skills and I know she feels for me. Dear kind mama, how I love her so. A jolly fat man named Fredrick teaches me my sword skills lessons. Even though, Fredrick is a little round, he used to be one of the most talented and skilled swordsman when he was a lad not much older than myself.
I turn sixteen years old this up coming Friday and it's that sixteenth birthday that I dread so. You see, sixteen is supposedly a ripe age for marriage, the marriage that I refuse to partake in that is! Papa has planned this magnificent birthday celebration for me and expects me to look at all the suitors there! Hoy! Why me?
My secret dream is one that I will never share with anyone. I was going to share it with my best maid, Laura, but after she blabbed to half the household the last time I told her a secret, I don't think I will tell her anything more. I have always dreamed that a handsome and dashing prince might rescue me from my confinement. He would ride upon a magnificent white horse and call me "my flower". We would then ride into the sunset to his lovely castle far away where women could do anything they want. Sigh. Yes, I know it is a little far fetched and I blame it on all the books that I have been reading secretly. Its sad that father doesn't think I girl needs to be educated and actually have a brain.
I am restricted from going anywhere outside my father's property and especially not the forest. Countless tales of vagabonds and marauders have passed from mouth to mouth. I think it would be exciting to meet a real thief. Perhaps I will someday.
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Deep into the forest, a young man sat beside a stream humming a merry tune while carving a music pipe from a piece of bark. The young man wore a forest green cloak, that was pulled back at this moment revealing a handsome face and somewhat long dirty blonde hair. His dark blue eyes glittered as he looked up at a spot among the trees. Seconds later, another cloaked figure emerged from the same spot.
"Hoy Robin! Hows it going?" John asked.
John was also young, but perhaps a little older than Robin. While Robin was blonde and slender, John was dark haired and a little dumpy.
"John! Good to see you've come back in one piece." Robin joked.
"Do I ever get caught? Why I think it's near impossible for Sly John to ever get caught!"
"Ha, you're quite the jester, John, quite the jester indeed. Did you get the gold?"
"Ha yourself!" John said while pulling a large bag from under his cloak and tossing it to Robin.
"Excellent! I bet you that Duke of whatever never say it coming."
"I should say he didn't. Everyone knows I am as quick as a fox and as sly as one too!"
"Jolly good job John," Robin laughed as he got up and playfully punched his friend on the shoulder. "John, you remember our plan for Friday night?"
"Of course! How could I forget? It will be night to remember for sure!"
"Good make sure you meet up with the rest of the men and go over the plan again. We must do things perfectly this time."
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Author's note: Yes I know it's a really short chapter but I have a finish my homework. IF anyone is confused about the chapter set up it works like this:
Marien will have her own little chapters sometimes in first person that works sort of like a diary. I'm doing this so I can get across her feelings better than in third person. Most of the chapters will be in third person I think, especially after Marien and Robin meet. Robin may have his own little chapters or maybe not. I get to work soon on the birthday party chapter, which will be probably one of the most exciting chapters so far. I promise there will be more action later! Please review and give constructive criticism. I promise I won't cry!