Chapter 2
"But Robin," Tuck started placing his hand on his shoulder, "Even you said no one's just like Marian!" Robin looked up into the plain, starless sky and sighed. "Well, she is like her!" Robin told Tuck. A strong, bitter breeze whooshed past them, sending freezing shivers up and down the back of their spines, with that the dancing orange and yellow flames of the fire went out.
"No!" shouted Robin, running out to find two stones. "Too late!" Tuck called, "Even if you make another fire, the wind will be too strong!" "So what?" asked Robin, pausing? "So, the wind will knock the fire out, there's no point!" Tuck explained. Robin slowly walked towards Tuck and sat down next to him again.
"They'll catch a cold, they'll probably freeze to death!" whispered Robin, as he yawned. "You need rest!" Tuck told him. "I can't tell them tomorrow, I should do it alone!" Robin told Tuck.
Robin and Tuck drifted off to sleep, as the night's wonders did its work.
An orange, fuzzy, fiery ball took its place in the early morning sky. Robin woke up first and the rest followed as they got ready for training day. He led them up into the heart of the forest and stood on the bottom of a chopped-down tree trunk base.
"You don't know this, but you need to know," Robin started, "You are not training for any old fight, but a…" "What Robin, you can tell us!" Kate pleaded. Robin looked at Tuck and he nodded. "A fight, till the death!"