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A/N~ Hello everyone! WOW! It has been sooooooo long! Yes, well, I finished my play FOREVER ago…just so ya know. And it's been so extremely long since I've written in any of my stories is because of my severe writers' block!! I have a terrible case…been takin' medication for it, really! Don't believe me? What, so you've never heard of severewritersblockidis?!?! Really? Wow. That's SO surprising! Well, I highly doubt this chapter is going to be good, but we'll just see where it goes, shall we?

To sum a few things up~ Okay, so, Jonathan's an evil character in this story… yes…it is true. Dunno y I decided to make him that way…just did. No need to worry tho, he hasn't lost many of his character traits.

To all of my reviewers~ Wow, I really hope you guys are still with me here! It's been so long, I don't even know if you guys are thinking about this story anymore! Lol, hope ya are!

Last time:

"Robin Hood? But I thought he was against taxes for all. What makes you so different from King Joshua, taxing people like that?" Rowan asked, skeptically.

"Ah, good sir, you don't understand. We take from the rich and give to the poor… A princess, especially one with bloodlines like our precious King's, is exceptionally rich, of course."

"Well, I don't believe my father would appreciate it very much if he were here to see how you are treating his very own son."

"His what?"

"Yes, Rowan Hood of Locksley. I'm his son."

Chapter 2:

"Does he suspect anything? Anything at all?" A young raven-haired maiden asked a tall muscular man.

"No. Nothing at all, my love." The bald man answered. "The man's a fool! I told you it would be easy to brainwash him. First the King, then the servants…and now I even have him plotting against the Princess! After I have used him as much as necessary, I will kill him, and them you and I will rule this kingdom together."

She smiled and they kissed, hidden in the shadows of the barely lit passageway.

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"Ah, Ivan, there you are. I have been waiting for you." King Joshua said to his Advisor as he walked into the room.

"I'm terribly sorry, your highness. I was dealing with one of the servants." Ivan said to the King sitting at the desk before him.

"One of the new ones? There wasn't a problem was there?" His voice showed his confusion. Ivan had told him that with the new servants from overseas, there would be no problems.

"No, Highness. Nothing like that. I was simply…showing her the way to Emma's quarters. She will be her new chambermaid." Ivan showed no evidence of the fact that he had been partially lying.

"Ah. I see."

"What is it that you needed me for, sir?"

"Well, I've been thinking about Emma…she's an annoyance at times and I know that she would get in the way of my plans, but she is my sister. In other words, I'm not going to kill her. I just can't."

"But she'll get in the way, sir. You know that. We—you—need to get rid of her."

"But isn't there some other way?"

"Well, I suppose you could lock her up…of course, then you wouldn't be able to blame her death on our neighboring countries. The people of this kingdom love Princess Emma. If they hear that another country has murdered her, they will want revenge. Then, we can make an army of the men of the land and send them into that country. If they defeat them, that country will be ours."

"Ours?"

"Yours, sire."

"Right." Joshua smiled broadly.

"Then you will rule more than any king in the whole world."

"But I still don't understand why we need to kill her. Can't we just hide her somewhere and say they kidnapped her?"

"No."

"But why?"

"What help would that do? She would only hate you more."

"You've got a point there. I just—"

"Trust me."

"Oh, I do, but—" Joshua was getting more and more confused in this situation. He loved his sister almost as much—equally as much—more than all of the power he would have if this plan went well…

Ivan sighed loudly. He was becoming very annoyed with his childish king and couldn't wait until he would be rid of him. "Shut-up!" He then realized what he had said and covered so well that Joshua didn't even remember him having said it. "I mean…I'm sorry, Highness, but you must believe me. I know what I'm doing. Think of all of the power you will have! All of the people's money you will have!"

"Yes! You're right. We will get rid of her and I will have more riches than anyone in the entire world! Leave me now, Ivan. I have to think about some things."

"Yes, sir." Ivan turned around, a smirk on his face as he thought to himself, Oh your highness, if only you knew my plans. I will rule all, not you. And I will do it with Areida at my side.

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The lean, gray-haired man narrowed his eyes at Rowan. He then looked him over. The man studied Rowan's face for a while, then walked around him, studying his physique momentarily and came to a conclusion:

"It is you! Son of my good friend Robin… Friends!" He called to seemingly everywhere, "We have a visitor! Son of Robin Hood, our good friend from so long ago!"

Suddenly, people were coming from everywhere. Men, women, and children all climbing and swinging down from the tree houses and other various places.

Rowan and Lionel looked all around them surprised at the thirty to forty people who had been hiding so well. Emma, however, was still too busy trying to get down. She could feel the blood rushing to her head and knew that by now her face was probably completely rose red.

The people were talking to each other as they came towards Rowan. They were looking at him closely and could see all different parts of their beloved Robin in him.

"It's true," the lean man said.

Another man, a bit younger and more muscular than the first, asked smiling broadly, "And where is Robin? Is he with you? Is he here?"

"No." Rowan answered, shaking his head slowly, his slight smile turning into a frown. "My father is dead."

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know." Said the second man.

"How long?" Asked the first.

"About ten years." Rowan answered. He had thought that they would all have known about his father.

All there who had before been smiling were now frowning, sad not only because their past leader was gone. They were sad also because for the past 20 years they had thought he was alive, while for ten of them, he had been dead.

For a while there was silence. Then, "I'm terribly sorry to cut in, especially at a moment like this," Emma said, "But I'm afraid that if someone doesn't get me down soon, I'm going to for sure pass out. I'm feeling sort of dizzy…and…" She trailed off.

In the silence, a tall teenage boy took a small knife out of the side of his boot and cut her down. Unfortunately, no one had thought to keep her from falling directly on her head and she screamed when the inevitable happened.

"OOF! Owe, that hurt!" She yelled as she rubbed her head, lying on the ground. Rowan, startled out of his thought, helped her up. "Thank you," Emma said.

Suddenly, their eyes met and the two of them each stared into the others while he continued to help her up. "…Your…welcome…" Rowan said, still staring.

"Well, that's enough of that!" The lean man who had been first to talk to Rowan yelled, startling Rowan and Emma along with everyone else out of their dazes. "We're all very sad that he is gone, but we should be happy because his son is here and has come to meet us!"

Rowan cleared his throat, let go of Emma, and looked at the man who was talking.

The man smiled and walked over to Rowan, "My name is John. The people around here call me Little John. I was a good friend of your father's. He was a good man, Rowan." He shook his hand and then. "I'm terribly sorry about earlier, Princess, but you must understand why we do the things we do." He said to Emma, kneeling and lightly kissing her hand. Emma nodded.

He then looked to Lionel. "And your name?"

"Lionel. I am the princess's guard." He answered. He then shook Little John's hand.

"Everyone," and he turned to see them, "we should have a feast for Rowan and his friends tonight!" He then turned back, "That is, if you'll stay."

They nodded.

"Good," Little John said. "We'll eat and talk."

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And that's it for the second chapter? Like it? Hate it? Lemme know and I'll try to write on as soon as possible! Oh, and I'm very sorry if I messed on o the character's up…in my rush to get things done, I may have made a few mistakes as far as characters go…(I wrote this in different segments and I couldn't remember what state of mind I was in in the segment before the first…if that makes any sense…anyhoo, thanx all! Plz Review!

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