Disclaimer-I disclaim all that I do not own, and I claim all that I do own.

A.N. I do try to edit my stories, but chapter 1 of this was somehow lost, I'll try to do better next time. Also, in my version, Robin, Will, and Marian all meet earlier than in the real story, and Marian is an archer, but this isn't the real story. And a reminder, Natalia is diguised as a boy (Nathan) and nobody except herself knows that she is a girl. One more thing, and I'll cease my banter. What shires are Marian and Will from? I've completely forgotten and would like to know.

Chapter 2- The Archery Tournaments

At the age of 9, Nat could read, write, do intermediate arithmetic, was a very good apprentice, and was proven to be the county's best child archer. She was the best of ages 0-14. Allen was of course, rather proud of her, or as he thought, him.

So, when Nat (and Robin) had turned 11 years old, Allen decided to take Nat to the children's archery competition in Nottingham.

As you undoubtedly already have guessed, Robin of Locksley had entered. So had Will Scarlett. And so had Marian. The archery tournament was part of the annual town fair, and the and the four best archers of the children's tournament would be allowed to compete in the adults' tournament. The herald announced the archers' names.

" Round one at 15 feet. Phillip of York, target one!

Richard of Nottingham, target two!

Nolan of London, target three!

Will Scarlett, target four!

John of Camdenton, target five!

Robin of Locksley, target six!

Nathan (our Natalia) of Maldenshire, target seven!

And Marian-" There was a chorus of "BOOS" at a girl's name.

"Now, now, people this is an open tournament. Let the lass compete. And now, is everyone in place?" The archers all replied "Aye!" "Now let the tournament begin!" Phillip aimed, then fired. He missed the target completely. Next went Richard, who struck the second to outermost ring, and so on it went.

"Round two at 25 feet! Nolan of London, fire!" Nolan struck one of the middle rings.

"Will Scarlett, fire!" Will struck just outside of a bulls' eye.

"Robin of Locksley, fire!" Robin was even closer than Will.

"Marian, fire!" Marian hit almost the exact same spot as Will

"And last but not least, Nathan of Maldenshire, fire!" Nat struck dead center. Not just inside the bulls' eye, in the exact center of the bulls' eye. There was a tremendous round of cheers and applause for Nat.

"The champion of the children's tourney is Nathan of Maldenshire! Our four skilled archers that will proceed to the main tourney are Will, Robin, Marian, and Nathan!" The four children were ushered to a large tent at the edge of the fair.

Thekids got themselves acquainted, and all found that they rather enjoyed each others' company. All praised each others' skills, and congratulated Nat on winning. Now, reader, yes, yes. I am perfectly aware that I said Natalia and Robin were almost identical, but I also said that it was for several years. And of course, eight years had passed since the twins were last together, and though the two did look rather alike, they had grown apart (literally) in looks, personality, and homes.

For example, Robin was rather shy, obedient, and dutiful to his parents. He was quite a tall boy, too. Natalia was bold, sociable, mischievous, and liked to question and argue against many orders. Natalia was also just a little short for her age. But both had equal intelligence and athletic abilities, but of course, since Natalia had had proper training, her wizardry was actually originally slightly more powerful to begin with, and Robin wasn't even aware of his powers, of course Natalia's wizardry by far outstripped Robin's by a great deal.

And it was one of these times wizardry came to aid its wizards. Each twin had the oddest feeling that the other was someone very close to them. Now, Robin had forgotten all memories of Natalia, and Natalia had only a dim recollection of her family, so neither recognized the other. At least not yet.

About 30 minutes later, the herald's voice came through to the kids.

"Come on children, time for the main tourney!" They all went out into the crowd. Now, mind you, some of England's very best archers of the age were at the fair. And England has a lot of very good archers.

"Round one at 40 feet! Neal of York, up to the mark. Fire! Jacob of London, up to the mark. Fire! Allen of Maldenshire, up to the mark. Fire! Michael of Nottingham, up to the mark. Fire! Wilfred of Southampton, up to the mark. Fire! Luke of Southamptonshire, up to the mark. Fire! Sebastian of London, up to the mark. Fire! Will Scarlett, up to the mark. Fire! Maid Marian, up to the mark. Fire! Robin of Locksley, up to the mark. Fire! Nathan of Maldenshire, up to the mark. Fire!" After each hit or miss, the crowd stomped, clapped, jeered, or cheered. There was a brief intermission, and the remaining archers came up again.

"Round two at 50 feet! Jacob, fire! Allen, fire! Wilfred, fire! Luke, fire! Robin, fire! And Nathan, fire!" Some people were utterly amazed that the two eleven-year olds managed to beat three adults in the first round (and two other kids).

"Round three at 60 feet! Luke, up to the mark. Ready, aim, fire!" Luke made a very good shot, just narrowly missing the bulls-eye.

"Wilfred, up to the mark. Ready, aim, fire!" Wilfred was extremely unlucky this time. A blast of wind came out of nowhere and blew the arrow off course. It missed the target by at least two feet. But still, who could complain about they believed was fate.

"Robin, up to the mark. Ready, aim, fire!" It hit the bulls-eye. There was an avalanche of applause, noise, and cheers for Robin.

"Nathan, up to the mark. Ready, aim, fire!" It made it about ΒΌ of an inch to the left of Robin's. Not as good as Robin's shot this time, but it was extremely close. Now, of course, the crowd was awe-struck at the skill of these two young archers.

"Final round at 70 feet! Robin, up to the mark. Fire whenever you're ready!" Robin took a whole minute aiming bow and arrow, then brought back his hand, stretching the string as far as it could possibly go, then released. Whoosh! A sharp jab, and the arrow was stuck in the target at the very center of the bulls' eye. The people in the crowd were all muttering and murmuring.

"Nathan, up to the mark please. Fire away when you're ready," the herald instructed. Natalia also took a while to aim, and went through the exact same steps as Robin had, but with the opposite hand. She released, and Robin's arrow was, as you probably no doubthave guessedalready, sliced right in half by Nat's arrow.

"And the winners of this year's archery tournament, Robin of Locksley and Nathan of Maldenshire!" The herald finally announced after everyone was finished going through a state of extreme shock.