The dream
I was walking down a road with nothing on either side of me, just darkness. I was just walking with no real destination. When suddenly the old woman appeared sat on the street corner.
"I knew you'd come back." She said she was looking at something in her hands.
"Back where? I haven't gone anywhere." I said walking closer to her.
"Back here, home, don't tell me you've forgotten home Robin Hood." she said still gazing into her hands.
"Hudson, my name is Hudson." I said, Robin Hood?
"It is your name, where your name comes from, Hood." She said looking at me for the first time since my arrival.
"You are a direct descendent of the great Robin Hood, you posses his quality's his ideals. It is your destiny to take his place."
"Why me, Im just one person what can I do?" I asked but what I was really thinking was, yeah right funny joke.
"Not one person, there are outlaws, your men." and with that Will and the two guys from earlier appeared.
"Only you and your men can save your town, it is what you were born to do, you all have the mark."
"What mark?" I asked but then saw it there on my shoulder through a mirror that appeared from thin air.
"Im nothing special, I can't do this." I looked at the guys "Im not a leader."
She opened her hands to reveal a miniature bow and arrow, "See for yourself." She said as the bow flew towards me growing until it was full size and right before me, I grabbed it.
Images swam through my head, old England, six outlaws fighting for justice, cruel crimes being committed. No it can't be. Then I saw my life, growing up a smiling girl in pigtails and a block fringe swung on a swing, attending Locksdale Upper Class, the museum, what happened on the high street. But then I heard a voice, it sounded like the old woman's she spoke loftily.
"Rise again shall he of hood
And save the people who he could.
Twice a foe with evil schemas
Comes to destroy England's dreams."
Images of Robert Baxter sat around a meeting table. No get out of my head.
"In the lock of the dale our hero lies
But England must wait with tearful sighs.
For of the year of the two zeros eight
We shall not have to wait."
The cruel barbaric treatment of the town and the people in it flashed in my mind.
"In the glory of she he will return
And on the sixth month this we shall learn.
With thrice good men a saviour tries
To decipher the truth from the lies."
Will and the two other guys, two holding a bow the other a staff, ready to fight.
"Good from evil, un from just
This all he does because he must.
If not the dale it shall be lost
All this comes at too much a cost."
Images of my father and others beaten and bruised, people crying, It cant be.
"No one shall live across the lock
No man no girl no live stock.
There is a price to be paid
After all he has saved."
A barren town, uninhabited unloved, bull dozers closing in on buildings. Leave me alone!
"In Hoods darkest hour
A evil ruler loses power.
The people reach a new height
But the end still not in sight."
Baxter being lead away by police men, confusion. Get out of my head.
"It is over so it may appear
But it is for Hood we fear.
For in the sun
Is Hood's undone."
Please, leave me alone. Images of the future flash in my head.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooo!"
Author note: I've made a few changes to the first four chapters, only a few simple ones, after receiving some appreciated constructive. Please let me know how it reads and what you think.