Robin

Robin watched as the figure threw a bow and quiver of arrows out the back of the wagon. Next a sack was thrown, and then finally the figure jumped out and rolled. Baggy clothes caked with mud were worn and an old saggy hat kept down messy hair. The figure stood up, brushed itself off and bowed towards the forest. It then turned back and bowed towards the wagon, peeling the cap off as it leaned down. Long light brown hair flowed down the young figures back.

"It's a…girl." Much stated astonished.

"Very good, Much. I see you're learning." Robin nodded amusingly at him. He watched the young girl bend down, pull up the sack and throw it over her shoulder. She looked down at her bow and quiver and sighed. A few of the arrows were obviously broken. Kneeling, she picked up the bow and strung one of the broken arrows to see if it would work. No such luck when it fell to the ground in two pieces. She sighed heavily again and picked up the entire quiver. Robin shifted and winced when he stepped on a twig, snapping it loudly. The girl's head shot up and she looked around frantically before stringing an arrow.

"Show yourself." She demanded.

Robin motioned to the gang, who began to step out from their places around the road. The girl did nothing but look coolly at all five of them.

"I don't have anything of value, so you may as well move on." She said, directing the arrow at each of them. The gang looked expectantly at Robin.

"What are you doing in Sherwood forest?" Robin asked calmly. She aimed her arrow at him, narrowing her eyes.

"That is my business, isn't it?" she countered haughtily.

"Not here." Much cut in. She glanced at him, not moving her arrow from the aim it had on Robin's heart.

"I'm going to Nottingham to find Locksley Manor." She admitted. Robin looked at her curiously.

"Why are you going there?" He asked. She hesitated, narrowing her eyes ate him.

"To find my brother." The girl finally answered. Robin thought back to his time at Locksley and didn't recall the skinny girl or her relative.

"Who?" Robin asked after searching through his memory and coming up empty.

"Robin of Locksley." She said softly, looking at the ground and lowering her arrow slightly. The gang looked at her and then all turned towards Robin, who was squinting at her.

"Brother?" Djaq repeated, watching the girl look around at all of them.

"Yes," she nodded as she looked towards Djaq. "I was sent away for schooling when I was eight and I haven't been home since. I heard my brother was my only family left." Her eyes moved to Robin, who was still staring at her intently.

"Well, Lizzy you have grown up, haven't you?" He asked with a smile while he leaned on his bow. The girl looked at him closely before placing her bow on the ground.

"Robin?" She asked. He nodded and chuckled.

"Can't even remember her own brother." He mused, prodding Much in the side with his elbow. She walked towards him when he opened his arms for a hug, but she decided to knock him aside the head instead.

"Oi!" Much exclaimed as he moved to defend his master. Robin held up his hand and looked at his sister curiously.

"What did I do to deserve that?" He asked her. She sighed as she went to grab her things.

"Robin, what are you doing in the forest robbing innocent young girls? But more importantly, why are in the forest?" Lizzy asked him with a scowl. He rubbed his tender head while scowling before answering.

"I only rob the rich, little sister. I give it to the poor." He said. Her eyes looked into his questioningly.

"What has happened to make you do such a thing?" She wondered. Robin sighed and looked down before meeting her gaze once again.

"The sheriff-"He began.

"Robin!" A deep voice yelled. Lizzy looked up into the most startling pair of hazel eyes she had ever seen.

Author's Note: Ok, everyone. Thanks for reading the first chapter of my story. I hope you like what I've got so far. Also I don't really know what color eyes Joe Armstrong has because to me they change from blue to green to brown so I just put down hazel. So review please because if you don't I probably won't continue. Be as nice as possible please: constructive criticism. Thank you guys. Love you and happy trails.

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