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The guards burst into the house, spilling through the door, weapons raised ready to kill. The room was empty. The most senior of the guards groaned.

"Gisborne's gonna have our necks," he muttered, "Men, move out, they've gone."

When Will and Sally returned round the front of the house they saw something that made their hearts stop. At least ten of Gisborne's soldiers had just left the house and there were others already leaving on horse back, a huge cage on wheels following behind. Will couldn't see what was in the cage as it was covered in drapes but he could guess. His eyes widened in fright. He had just lost his leader's children.

"Oh my god, they have them! The Sheriff and Gisborne have them!" Sally cried. Will was tempted to grab a horse and charge after him but he knew that was foolish as there was only one of him. He needed to find the other outlaws and then they could explain things and rescue the children.

"I need to find Robin," Will declared, "Have you got a horse?"

"Yes, it belongs to my husband but I'm coming with you if you're going somewhere."

"Its too dangerous," the outlaw shook his head.

"I don't care," Sally retorted, "You want the horse you get me."

"Fine," Will threw his hands in the air. The two headed off without realising they were going in completely the wrong direction.

Grace came round slowly, her eye lashes sticking together. When had she become unconscious? The last thing she remembered was being blindfolded and dragged away with Tristan. Where was he? Her eyes opened properly and she blinked. Dusk was falling. That was weird; she could've sworn it was midday last time she looked.

The girl gazed at her surroundings. She was tied securely to a tree and couldn't move any of her limbs. Her fingers felt numb. On a nearby tree she spotted the form of Tristan. His eyes were wide and alert despite being unconscious not that long ago but his mouth was gagged. It relieved her that he was awake despite being strapped to a tree.

A little way in front of her crouched a man. He looked young but it was hard to tell through all the grime and dirt shrouding his body. He was tending to a fire but kept sending terrified glances around the forest nervously as if waiting for someone to jump out and attack him.

Grace frowned, why had this guy kidnapped her and Tristan? She didn't recognise him from anywhere so why had he taken them? She decided to voice her questions.

"Um, 'scuse me." The man jumped about five feet in the air and whipped around, staring about with frightened eyes, "Hey, over here." He turned and looked at her.

"You're awake, sorry about putting you unconscious but you were screaming and struggling and I didn't know what to do."

"Who are you? And why have you kidnapped me and my friend?"

"You and your friend?" their captor's brow creased.

"Yes, me and Tristan?"

"You mean…you mean you do not know?" he looked shocked.

"Know what? Stop trying to scare me!"

"Tristan and you, you're twins."

"What?"

"Siblings, you were both born to the same mother," the man explained.

"Yes I know what twins are!" Grace shouted frustrated.

"Shh," he clapped a hand over her mouth before she even had time to register he'd moved, "We don't want to be found!"

"By whom?"

"Gisborne and the Sheriff and their men."

"Why are you hiding from them?"

"Because I saved you and your brother's life."

"Ok, I still don't get how we're related. My mother is Sally Wilson but Tristan is an outlaw."

"No, your mother isn't Sally," the man shook his head smiling slightly, "Its Marian."

"Who?" Grace only knew of one Marian and immediately she knew he was lying, messing with her mind.

"Lady Marian, Gisborne's estranged wife."

"Ok, so who's my…our father then?" the girl asked sceptically.

"Robin Hood," their captor said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Wh-what?!" Grace spluttered, "Yeah right, Robin Hood? Give me a break."

"It's true," he said.

"B-but…that's impossible. I'm so confused." Suddenly the young girl remembered she still didn't know who on earth this man was called, "What's your name?"

"Ranulf," Ranulf replied, returning to his smouldering fire, "It is possible."

"GRMPH!" a muffled yell sounded from somewhere near Grace and then she remembered Tristan. He was gagged so therefore could not take part in the conversation though he was desperately trying to by struggling violently against his binds.

"Oh, please take the gag out, he deserves to be able to be part of this, Ranulf," the girl asked.

"Last time I did that he began yelling his head off," Ranulf answered looking warily at the boy.

"Please," Grace begged, making her blue eyes big, round and pleading. The man found it hard to refuse. He walked slowly over to his male captive and removed the cloth from his mouth cautiously. As soon as the obstruction was taken away Tristan spoke.

"Robin Hood…is my father?!" he yelped.

"Yes, and Lady Marian your mother and Grace your sister, therefore you two are actually bastards and Gisborne wants you murdered as you are Hood's flesh and blood."

"Well, how do you know he knows we're their offspring if we didn't even know?" Tristan asked, wincing as his bruised face moved.

"I told him."

"You what?"

"I'm sorry, I was his spy, it was my job, how I survived. But when I realised what he planned to do to you I realised I had to rescue you," Ranulf explained, hoping they wouldn't hate him.

"Ok, well, why have you tied us to trees then?"

"So…well, you were struggling and I needed to keep you still."

"Right, well can you untie us now?"

"Oh, sure," the young man hurried forward and expertly undid the knots binding them to the trunks.

Grace fell away from the tree, rubbing her numb arms and inspecting her body for bruises. She was fine except for a couple of rope burns on her wrists. Tristan, however, as soon as he was released fell flat on the flood head first because his legs could not support him.

"Argh," he gasped in pain and Grace rushed to his side, concerned.

"Are you ok?"

"What does it look like?" he muttered bitterly.

"Sorry, stupid question…brother?" the girl added the last word gingerly, gauging a reaction.

"That's ok…sister," Tristan replied, lifting his face to hers, his eyes sparkling with excitement, "I can't believe I'm related to you."

"Me neither, but you do know he could be lying," Grace pointed.

"What reason would he have to do that?"

"I don't know," suddenly overcome with emotion, Grace dived forward and wrapped her arms round her brother's skinny form.

"Hey, hey, watch the wounds, Grace," he flinched.

"Sorry!" she raised a hand to her mouth, aghast.

"It's fine."

"Um…despite enjoying this family reunion we need to get moving, I can hear someone coming. We need to get deeper into the forest."

Aw, the awaited moment, brother and sister reunited! Now I just need to get the whole family together! Please review!