Hi. I'm Pixie Star Fire. This story is a mix of all things Robin Hood that I've seen. I have two other stories out, Rose Jones and the Road to Eldorodo and Scooby Doo: The Next Generation. Please read and review all of them!
Prologue: Robert
The first thing that I heard when I walked around Marion and mine little cottage was a scream of pure agony. My wife, Marion Hood, was giving birth to our first child. I wasn't allowed in our bedroom, so I was left to worry outside.
My name is Robin Hood, and I have been an outlaw for ten years now. Before that, I was Robert. Best friend and confide of the five year old Maid Marion. At the time I was six, and we were inseparable. Then, when I was fifteen, the Sheriff of Nottingham began to tax his subjects without mercy. I couldn't just stand by and let my neighbors and friends lose everything they owned! So I became Robin Hood, the protector of Nottingham.
Little did I know that after one of my most well-known raids with my Merry Men, Marion followed me back into the cover Sherwood Forest. She was now sixteen, extraordinarily beautiful, and was about to be married off to a wealthy suitor. That was the last thing that she wanted to do, and over the last year or so, she had pieced together the facts and worked out who I was. So she followed me to hide from the suitor, to find out the truth, to confess her feelings. She had loved me, just as I had loved her. She stayed with us, sometimes almost getting dragged back to her castle by her father with hopes that she will marry that blasted suitor. It almost worked once, and I almost lost my true love.
After a year of this Friar Tuck married us, and I couldn't be happier. But the one thing that I regret about marrying Marion is that I was an outlaw, the King of Thieves. Being my wife, she was dubbed the Queen of Thieves. I had dragged her into a world with no safety, unstoppable danger and adventure. She loved to come on the raids, and sometime, without her, I would have been caught for sure. Now that we have a child, he or she will be the last thing that I want it to be, an outlaw.
"Robert" I heard the weak voice of my wife call out to me; "come meet your daughter." That was the only invite I needed. I ran into the house and bolted into the bedroom. The tired form of my beautiful wife was cradling the most wonderful baby that I had ever seen. Marion handed me our nameless daughter. Her chestnut hair matched her mother's perfectly, but her hazel eye's were mine. She was all mine.
"What shall we name her?" asked my Marion, breaking my thoughts.
"How about Marie?" I said, blurting out the first name that I thought of.
"I like Robin," she replied.
"That's a perfect name!" I exclaimed; "Robyn Marie Hood. My little Robyn." Holding my little girl, all doubts that had formed in my head washed away.
My lovely Robyn.
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