As before those who do not review shall be eaten by my army of Sporks.

do not own most of the characters but in a way i do because i have made them my own and in a way i invented everything about them. So lets instead say they are based on the original ballads in some way.

I am thinking that this will be the first ficcy in a series! I have plans for a few story's after this so please read!

And for anyone who is reading "Marian is Back!" some facts are similar in here as are in the other one but this one is purely based on childhood dreaming with a few adjustments.

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"I present to you Lady Marian," a deep growling voice spoke from the shadows. Marian stepped forward into the great hall, her Uncle, Prince John, was sitting on the throne. He was her guardian till she reached seventeen and could rule England, yet he did not have total power since he had to ask Marian before starting any wars. Unfortunately this did not extend to pardoning outlaws.

"Marian, how good of you to join us," spoke the silky false voice of Prince John. To his right stood the every present Sheriff of Nottingham, and to his left stood the ever polite and gentlemanly Guy of Gisbourne. Marian smiled and walked along the richly decorated hall till she was standing infront of the gold throne.

"Niece, please sit." Prince John motioned towards the slightly smaller chair next to him. Marian sat next to him as gracefully as she could without gasping, her corset was strangling her. The Sheriff ignored her but Guy of Gisbourne smiled slyly at her, she almost shivered but managed not to.

"Since thou shall be turning seventeen in winter I though that it would be good if you where to have experience in..courtly matters." her uncle John smiled at her which nearly scared her as much as Guy did.

A noise at the other end if the hall distracted Marian and she turned to see what the commotion was about, a figure was being forcefully dragged through the hall by four or five guards. Marian heard Lottie stifle a gasp behind her and wondered why, till she saw who the dark haired figure was. Robin. Luckily Marian was a fantastic actress and managed to stop her lip trembling though she could not disguise the fear that threw itself across her face.

"We found this man." the Sheriff spat as if Robin was less than an animal. "Hunting royal deer just outside Fernwood forest. As thou can tell, we think he is an outlaw."

Marian took a few deep breaths and shot a dark look at her Uncle, he had a smile on his face and Marian knew that somehow he had found out about Robin. Or had heard rumours. "I am...afraid I have never dealt with outlaws before Uncle," Marian said choosing her words carefully. "I do not know how to deal with them." Marian wanted more than anything to let Robin loose there and then but she knew that if she did the guards would seize both of them and claim her as a traitor and for asosiating with outlaws. She would have to rescue Robin another way.

"Well, I was hoping that you would decide," but when Marian did not answer Prince John carried on. "But I understand, you are young. He shall be taken to the dungeons and we shall hang him as the sun sets."

"Today?" Marian asked shakily? If they hung him that very day the other outlaws would have hardly any time to form a plan and rescue him.

"Yes, tonight. And I expect you to be there, m'lady." Marian looked down and into Robin's eyes, he had pretended not to recognise her but as their eyes met a spark flashed between them. 'I have to save him' she thought. 'I have to!'

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A grey haired woman bumbled noisily in the dark, tripping over roots and whacking into branches. "Oh darn it. Stupid branches." she grumbled. Suddenly a tall dark figure leapt from the trees, he towered over small Lottie. "And who are you trespassing on our land?" the tall figure spoke menacingly.

"O be quiet John, its only me. Lottie, I have a message from Lady Marian." To a passer by they would have been surprised, even amazed at the way the grey haired woman talked to the tall lad. But this was Lottie and she talked to people how she pleased.

"Lottie, its about Rob isn't it?" said Little John quietly. Lottie nodded her head, "Marian says he's to be hung at sunset, and you must rescue him! She has a plan, but you all need to hear it." As if this was a signal three people stepped out of the shadows. Two where young men, Muchlyn and William. Will as older, he was going to be eighteen in the Spring while Muchlyn had just turned seventeen. A young woman was also with them, Riyla, the same ten year old girl that Will and Robin had found marching through Sherwood many years ago. Her father had been killed in the Nottingham gaol and her mother had died. She was alone but brave and determined. Riyla had quickly been accepted into the group of younger outlaws.

"So, Marian says she has a plan." Will said in his usual loud and over confident voice. "Come then Lottie, tell us." said Riyla softly.

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