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"Hey, Colonel-han?" asked Konoka curiously.

"Yes?"

"Did you meet any legends? People that we think are real, but we're not sure? Because that would be cool..."

"Legends...King Arthur was one, long ago. That was a very interesting time, full of battles...and Robin Hood. I think you might like to hear that tale," decided Al. "It's a good one."

"Awesome!" announced Asuna. "Prop me up if I get sleepy, Chisame-chan."

"Me?" replied Chisame, disgusted. "Why me?"

"Because you're closer. Slap me if I doze off."

"Gladly."

"Meanie!"

"You're the one who said it!"

"Maybe we should start the story?" suggested Konoka.

"Yes, that sounds like a plan," agreed Al. "It was a very long time ago, and I had just faked my death, as I was rather tired of being King...when I mean King, I mean Richard the Lionhearted..."

Al strolled through the woods, whistling merrily. He was relatively unarmed, save for a bow, arrows, a sword, a small dagger, two pocketknives, and three magical charms (you should see him when he was armed) and he felt fairly happy. He'd had no stupid adventures lately, just midnight trysts with women all over the world, wooing his way to satisfaction. It was a very asinine, carnal, way to achieve happiness, but Al justified it by spending the daytime hours reading and studying.

He nearly stepped on a scraggily-haired young man kneeling in the grass and had to backtrack momentarily. "Hello?" he asked, hoping that this man wouldn't start brandishing a weapon, as they so often did.

The boy jumped up. "Oh," said the boy, grinning sloppily. "Sorry. I was tracking a deer."

Al chuckled. "I know nothing of your tracking skills, but you had your nose in the dirt like a dog, so you may well have one's nose."

"Thank...you?" replied the boy, furrowing his brow as if trying to remember something. Then he gasped, his thick brown eyebrows rising like caterpillars. "Blue hair, blue eyes, feminine appearance, archaic way of talking...could you be...King Richard?"

Al was taken aback. "You must be a believer in the extraordinarily supernatural, child. That is a considerably large assumption for you to make."

The boy blushed. "S-Sorry, sir, you just reminded of a great man my father used to tell me about. My grandfather actually met him."

"King Richard the Lionhearted?"

"Yes, sir. My father used to say that his father was there when he 'died', but grandfather said he never actually saw Richard die. No one did. They never found his body, either. Grandfather thought he was still alive."

Albireo scratched his unshaved chin. "You deserve a reward for your intuition, so I will tell you the truth. I was indeed Richard the Lionhearted, although no one has called me by that name in over fifty years."

"Then you are a ghost?" breathed in the boy in awe.

"No, but I am not entirely human."

"Wow...what's your name? Should I call you Richard?"

"I go by..." Al hesitated, thinking of a name. "Marion. I go by Marion now."

The boy snickered despite himself. "A girl's name?"

"That is relative."

"My name is Robin Fitzooth. Isn't that stupid?"

"Rather, yes." agreed Al.

"You're the one with a girl's name!" retorted Robin.

"You were one who said it was stupid in the first place."

"...Shut up."

"What are you doing in these woods? They are rather dangerous."

Robin puffed out his chest. "I'm hunting."

"You'll get in trouble." said Al mildly.

"Not animals," smirked Robin. "People."

"You're hunting people? I wasn't aware there were cannibals in this area. Well, I'm not one to judge others..."

Robin blushed. "That's not what I meant! I'm hunting the Sheriff of Nottingham."

"The Sheriff?" repeated Al. "I'm curious. Why?"

"Because he is unjust, and the world must be brought to peace!" proclaimed Robin.

Al raised a blue eyebrow. "That's quite noble of you."

"I want to be a hero!" Robin pumped a fist in the air.

"Is that all?" asked Albireo, who had seen so many wanna-be heroes die in his time that he felt almost no sympathy or hope for this young fellow.

Robin lowered his arm and shrugged, eyes downcast. "The Sheriff is a bad dude, you know? No one has the courage to stand up to him. I figure if I do, I can help all the people less fortunate than me. It may seen presumptuous, but why not? No one else is doing it."

"That's a good outlook on life, young man. It seems not all mortals are the same. I think I might accompany you on your quest."

"Who are you?" marveled Robin.

Al smiled ominously. "Think of me as your fairy godmother."

"...That's really gay."

"Shut up."

"There it is! Can I go kill him? Please go let me kill him!"

"Shut up, Robin."

"He's right there! I wanna get him. Go get him, fairy godmother! Go!"

"Shut up, Robin."

"Get 'em, sock 'em, kill his brutally! No torture is bad enough for him."

"Shut up, Robin."

"Whoops, sorry," Robin bounced up and down, slightly disturbing the brush around them. "You think we'll get him? Do you really think we'll get the Sheriff today?"

"You never know," said Al mysteriously, holding the bow and arrows he'd retrieved out of Robin's reach. That boy really thought that killing the Sheriff was a first-class idea (it probably was, but Albireo wasn't going to condone a young boy turning into a murderer), and Al was going to show his how tough life as an outlaw was going to be. Or something like that, Albireo didn't really have a plan. He was basically there because he was bored.

The Sheriff's coach approached, and Al wrinkled his nose at its primitive design. The Magic World was so much more advanced...he'd be sure to thank Filius later.

Robin positively bristled with excitement. "Can I? This is awesome!"

"Aim at his driver."

"What?"

"You heard me."

Robin shook his head quickly, eyes wide with surprise. "Why would I do that? The drover didn't do anything."

"In order to stop the carriage you'd need to take out the driver, therefore confusing the horses. You could attack in the moment of confusion. Although attacking the horses would do too..."

"But..." whined Robin. "I like horses!"

"You want to be an outlaw, don't you? An outlaw does what he has to."

Robin clamped his lips together, his fists clenched and shaking. Al watched his teenage brain wrestle with some oddly ingrained morals, probably instilled in him by his father, and him by his father, who had learned them from Albireo, at the time under the guise of King Richard.

"Then i'll change what an outlaw is!" proclaimed Robin. "I'll be a new type of outlaw! I'll fight for justice and good and bring peace to those less fortunate!"

Al placed at caring hand on the boy's shoulder. "As your liege, I name you..." Al thought of a name and stumbled across one while thinking of his favorite type of clothing. "...Robin Hood. I pray for your destiny to be fulfilled."

Pompous sounding words, but Al seriously doubted Robin Hood would ever amount to anything. Another forgotten boy lost in history's make-it-or-break-it world. Albireo decided that he at least would remember who he was, if only to keep the child's existence in living memory.

Chisame chortled with laughter. "Damn, you were wrong. Robin Hood's so freakin' famous it's not even funny."

"You're laughing," pointed out Al.

"Stop being so literal," muttered Chisame somewhat hypocritically. "Jerk."

"Robin sounds so adorable!" squealed Konoka.

"Totally," agreed Asuna. "More adorable than Negi."

"Awww...that's mean," reprimanded Konoka. "And untrue. Negi's so adorable."

"Is not."

"Is too."

"Not."

"Too!"

"Shut up, Konoka!"

"I'm gonna tell Secchan!"

Chisame patted Al on the head. "See you tomorrow, old-timer. Sorry you had to witness this."

"You should see the bicentennial meeting of the immortals," sighed Al. "Exactly like this...they never can let go of a grudge..."

"Er..." replied Chisame awkwardly. "Yeah. Sure. See you soon, weirdo."

"That's my middle name." he retorted.

She surprised to the urge to ask if that was true.

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