What defines a hero? Today I ponder this question and wonder how heroics are performed. I saved my own life today, yet in the process I also saved a boy from doing something he would have regretted forever. If I am a hero, who has given me that title? Who has the right? Nowadays I do not understand good and evil. They are blurred together in shapes and forms, too hard to describe. I am sure Gisbourne is evil. Or else he has a dark side that casts a shadow over what little light there is in his sole. I wish not to know him, only to understand him.
Robin was not in time to rescue me today. I went down stairs and discovered Guy talking with my father. He hazily invited me to the silly archery competition. I had no interest in going to see it, unless Robin was going to turn up, and as he was meant to be at the mines all day. I used every excuse able to me, until father blurted out I had been wounded. Guy raised his eyebrows at me and I hurriedly cut him off saying I had 'wounded pride'. He supposed it was my hair and so he brought a shawl for me. How kind of him, to steal a poor woman's positions and hand them on to me. Father and I sat in the carriage and drowsily, I tried to stay awake. My wound had weakened me and I was in no mood to be paraded around.
Finally we arrived and I sat in between Gisbourne and father. I hated sitting there, and living this horrible pretence, my life has now become. I am only able to show my true self in the forest, with Robin. There is no place I would rather be than with him. I sat there thinking of all this and slowly peeling my apple, not paying proper attention to the conversation around and between me and Guy, when he noticed blood on my sleeve. I simply made a fresh wound on my hand and said the blood had been spread. He quickly shrugged off the thought. I then excused my self and began to walk down the dark castle corridors, when a boy stopped me. He was holding a bow and arrow, and was going to shoot. I recognised him as one of the boys at the miner's graves. He named Gisbourne as my lover and I moved passed that and talked him down. Robin appeared as I turned to walk away and he protectively growled "Marian."I simply muttered back, "Batter late than never, I suppose! Make sure this one wins the silver arrow!" And walked back to my seat. When I saw a hooded figure step up to shoot, I smiled at him. The Sheriff was already waiting to catch him and yelled "ROBIN HOOD!" But Robin will always be too quick for them and scurried away, beneath the decking. I laughed to myself and was all but sad when I arrived home. Seeing my mood, Guy tried to plant a kiss on my cheek, but I stepped back and merely nodded to him before shutting my door.
I ran hurriedly up the stairs and saw Robin waiting in my room. I gladly I hugged him and we talked for hours, until Sarah knocked on my door to call for dinner. How did I know he was going to kiss my cheek! Only this time, I let him. He smiled back at me and then slipped away into the darkness.
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