A/N Wow guys, I got some great feedback from the last chapter, Thank you so much. Part Two Season Two will be here soon and is going to be great. Please review on this chapter and this first part as a whole. To clarify, the next chapter will be up next weekend. Now to my reviewers:

LadyViolette1 I am so glad for your enthusiasm. Everything will be resolved eventually in 1192, but there is a chance Allan might see her world in some form or another. hodhod2011danger shout out for your demand! That's really all. I love it in reality and I am no being sarcastic. knarl You are a babe as always. I will message you about some plans for season 2 with Lily once you read this. I have an idea I wanna run by you. Also, Joan Walker is a shout out to Elaine Walker. Get it? anitacm Also shout out for the comment and encouragement. I'm not being sarcastic it really is awesome. Mademoiselle Nathalie do not worry. Hopefully I will continue this as long as people are reading it. Beside I don't simply kill of my characters. I ruin their lives, torture them, destroy their hopes and dreams, and then kill them. Seriously, Alex and Allan are never getting a break.

Now, IMPORTANT IMPORTANT IMPORTANT It has come to my attention that there has been many reviewers that have been bullying writers saying that "Robin needs to die because Guy is" awesome (etc) and that Guy fans need to be "driven out of the fandom"(these are actual quotes from reviews I have gotten). Writers love feedback and sharing opinions no matter their differences, but this still needs to be a respectable environment. Guy and Robin are practically the same character; they are foils of each other so I really don't understand the rivalry between the fans. Yes, one may be cuter than the other, but that is no reason to harrass people. I really hope that these fans can reevaluate their past actions and views so we can all get along and make the fandom better. Please just respect people and their opinions and wishes. If you want to talk about it more in a respectful manner, please send me a PM (not a review because I don't want irrelevant reviews for this fic)

That's all. Sorry its so long but I had so many people to thank and that announcement to. Follow/favorite/review. Enjoy!

Chapter 15 A Clue: No or "Goodbye and I Love You"

"ALEX!" Allan yelled, sprinting as fast as he could from the cave towards his fallen love. Fate could not have been crueler to him and her. "ALEX!" he kept yelling until he reach her.

She laid on the ground and her pale skin was contrasted with the deep red pooling in her abdomen and dripped on her hands that clutched the wound surronding the jutting arrow. Alex looked up at the bright blue sky. 'This is the end. I didn't even say I loved him. I am going to die here. I will never see my home again. I will never tell him I love him.' She thought. She kept thinking that phrase over and over again. "I will never tell him I love him." She cried and not because of the pain, the shock and the promise of death rid it from her body. She cried for the end of her life and the ending possibilities of her life. She would never get to hold Allan again or even get to whisper "I love you"s. She had ruined everything.

Allan ran and kneeled beside her, his hands hovering over her, unsure on what to do. The rest of the gang ran after him, but lacked the speed he had possessed. Allan was usually the slowest one, but not now. Not when Alex was dying. "Oh God, Alex." he said, tears falling from his eyes. He could not ignore the arrow jutting out from her stomach and the blood pooling out as much as he wanted to. He wanted everything thing to be okay.

"Rooster. I am sorry. I need to tell you something." Alex responded, holding onto consciousness. "I love you." She winched and coughed.

"I know. I know. I love you too." Allan said, leaning down and stroking her bangs out of her face. Wasn't it a few days ago he did the same action when kissing her and now she lay dying?

"I'm sorry, Rooster." Alex said, crying and wincing.

"It's alright, Songbird. I love you."Allan responded.

Djaq walked up to her friend with Robin next to. Djaq moved to her other side, trying not to separate the lovers and inspect the injury. She knew she could not save her. Robin stared at Alex. He almost lost Marrian to the cold clutches of death, he can't loose one of his closest friends too. They had been through too much too loose her now.

"Guys, I'm sorry you are loosing the prettiest members today," Alex said with a smirk. It was interrupted by more coughing that brought more blood.

"Marian's alive." Robin said, kneeling on one knee. "And you will be too."

"I doubt Djaq can fix this, amazing as she is. 'It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest I go to than I have ever known.'" Alex responded. Allan's tears threatened to fall at the quote she once described the death of his brother with.

Robin shushed her, understanding what she meant. "Save your strength." Alex nodded and turned to Allan and his blue eyes. He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"It's gonna be alright. Djaq can fix it." he said, comforting his dying love. He couldn't help but feel like this was his fault. He should have been with her, no matter what, instead of running away. He would have had her back and he could have shoved her out of the way or taken the arrow for her. Djaq looked shocked at her friends. She had no idea what to do. No one in this century could fix- "That's it!" she shouted. Everyone except the two lovers turned to look at her.

"That's it." she repeated. "If we send her home, she may have a chance."

"Send her home?" Much asked.

"Yes. It is the only chance of her living." Djaq replied.

"No, there has to be another way!" Allan shouted, his fear of loosing her coming true. But he know, no matter what he would loose her.

"Rooster, "Alex said weakly. "She's right." She turned to Djaq and Robin. "I need my bag with my things from home. I can get help in minutes once there with my mobile." Robin nodded, holding back more tears that he didn't know he had after the emotional events of Marian's death and revival. He ran up to the cave to get her bag and her things.

"Alex, I can't loose you." Allan said, pressing their forehead's together in misery.

"It's the only way. I'll come back for you." she reassured.

"I'm not begin' funny, but you will choose your home over me." he reasoned.

"No, Allan. I choose you. I choose you a thousand times. I'll come back." she replied.

"I'll wait for you." he replied. The two kissed for their second and possibly last time. "I love you."

"I love you." she said, coughing again and then feeling weightless from the loss of blood and oxygen. Robin came running back and gave Djaq Alex's old backpack.

"Allan, can you carry her gently so we can find this tree?" Djaq asked, handing him her bag. He nodded, putting the strap on and carefully took Alex in his arms, bridal style, ignoring the blood covering him and her. He promised himself that he would carry her again this way when they marry. He promised himself he would see her again.

He oddly knew where exactly this tree would go. He carried her into the forest. All of the outlaws took a step forward to follow, but Little John held out his arms stopping everyone following the two.

"This," he said, "they do alone." Everyone nodded in understanding. Robin headed back to the cave to be with Marian and the rest of the outlaws waited.

Allan reached the tree in only a few minuted. He set Alex down so she sat leaning on its base. He gave her the bag and kneeled next to her.

"Promise me you'll wait for me, Rooster." she asked. He looked down at her. Despite the mix of blood and tears, she was still beautiful.

"Only if you promise me you'll come back." he replied with a smile. Alex smiled back lovingly. Allan leaned in and gently kissed her. "I meant to give this to me. If you don't come back, at least keep this." He pulled out the necklace from her pocket and showed her.

"I will come back. And its beautiful." she said. Allan smiled and tied it around her neck, where it rightfully belonged and kissed her once again. "Goodbye Songbird."

"Goodbye Rooster." she replied and then she was gone.

"Alex! Alex! Where the hell are ya?!" Lily yelled in the dark forest, looking for her roommate. She was supposed to be at the dorm and that was three hours ago. 'If she is at that bloody tree..' she thought. Lily was sure that her friend was alright, it was Alex Hunter. She was fantastic and the best friend and roommate a girl could ask for, but she was going to get a mouthful from her. She really needed Alex right now. Harry, her boyfriend of many years, had made out with another girl in front of her and then drunkingly dumped her after Alex had left. Alex always had good words of wisdom from her objective view about anything Lily had an issue with, especially romance. 'It's not like Alex has ever been in love. She'll know what to do.' She thought blinking back tears, 'But I bloody told her not to go out here in the dark for that stupid tree. Some stupid LARPer is gonna get her hurt, then I have to be her bloody servant since she remembers every promise ever.'

Lily trudged to the forest, holding her cardigan close to her me cursing herself for wearing a dress and not jeans while looking for her friend. All the twigs and dirt was getting on her. She couldn't understand why all those Robin Hood freaks loved living in the forest. It was disgusting.

Lily continued walking when she saw a figure leaning on a tree. She approached it, unable to see who it was because of the dark. "Alex?" she yelled. All she recieved in reply was a deathly moan. She quickly rushed over to Alex, hoping it was her and noticed the blood and the protruding arrow. "Oh my bloody- no offense- God." she said, confused at what had happened. "I'm calling 999. Just hold on."

Alex looked up at her and smiled. "Lily." she moaned, her eyes fluttering open.

"Ya, it's Lily. What happened? Oh it's the operator. Ya, I am in the Sherwood Forest and my friend was shot with a bloody arrow! Yes, an arrow! No I don't know what happened, but she is loosing consciousness. There is a lot of blood." She turned the phone away. "The police and the ambulance is coming." She then resumed talking to the operator, frantic and wiping tears away. 'What the bloody heck happened?' She asked her friend, expecting no response. "Why are you dressed that way and smell so bad?! How did you get shot?!"

"Allan." Alex whispered, almost gone from this world, remembering his blue eyes and his mischievous smile and his quirky accent. If she died now, technically she would meet him in heaven or whatever the afterlife was since he was dead for hundreds of years. But she made a promise though and would keep it.

"Did he do this? I swear I'll kill him. They are almost here, Alex." she said, she bent down to brush out Alex's dirty and long hair (much different than the hair she had just styled hours before) and noticed two odd necklaces on her. One was a long piece of twine that had a lather tag on it with a odd symbol that looked like a drawn bow on it (Lily had no idea why she assumed that but it was probably due to the nature of her friend's injury) and another necklace of a delicate cloth and a silver pendant with an engraving of a perched bird and on the back was an enscription Lily could not make out in the dark. She took them off of her friend's neck and stuffed them in her pocket for her interrogation later.

"I thought you weren't into the Boho look. Seriously, what happened to ya? I told you this would happen." Lily continued. Talking made her more comfortable. She did it constantly, especially when nervous. She turned around at the sound of sirens nearby. She didn't realize how close to the road she was. "HEY! OVERHERE!" She yelled at the medics, standing up and waving her arms around like a lunatic. The medics rushed out with their supplies to Alex and shoved Lily aside, who then was questioned by a cop.

"Listen, I had no idea what happened. She always is out here. She left for our dorm at the university three hours ago and when she wasn't there, I looked for her and I found-" Lily tried not sobbing now.

"It's alright, miss." The cop said, offering her a shock blanket. Lily took it and realize then how she was covered with her friend's blood.

"Will she be alright?" she asked the cop.

"Yes, she's in good hands now." the cop reassured her.

"Hey Jake!" another police man yelled at the man getting a statement from Lily. "It's an actual bloody arrow! And it gets weirder, her phone says it's April this year. Not January! She's a bloody time traveler or something." he joked, unaware of the truth in his supposition. Alex was already on her way to the hospital and the polic were investigating the scene of the crime. They had never seen anything like it.

"Is there family we can contact, miss?" the cop asked distressed Lily.

"Ya, she has a dad and a brother in London. I can call them on the way to the hospital." she replied, holding the blanket tighter.

"I would be happy to give you a lift." he offered.

"Thanks." Lily said, praying and hoping that her friend will be okay. 'I'm gonna kill this Allan guy.' she angrily thought.

Allan sat alone at the base of the tree, just sitting and thinking. Alex was gone. Was he dead? Did she make it and get the help she needed? Did she survive? Allan might never now. He just sat there, thinking about her, committing every little detail about her laugh and smile and smirk to his memory. He just sat there in his misery, intent on waiting there until his love returned - if she ever did.

"Allan?" Djaq asked him, approaching the mourning man slowly. He just glanced over and returned to waiting. "Allan. She's going to be alright."

"It's my fault." he said. "I should 'ave been there."

"No, it's not. This is Allah's plan. I know she will come back." Djaq reassured him.

"I don't know." was Allan's short reply. Djaq looked at the ground, unsure of what else to do. She pulled Alex's journal for Allan and handed it to him.

"Alex got this for you. She really did love you." Djaq said. Allan just took it and nodded.

"Allan, Alex would want you to continue on. Not lay around miserable. We are taking Marian back home now. Will you join us." Allan just shook his head and looked at the journal, opening it. Djaq looked at him, sad that he had to suffer through this while all his friends had to continue on with the King returning and the drama it brought. Everyone wanted to mourn, but they could not afford that luxury. Djaq left Allan, praying to Allah that he would be okay and Alex would return as soon as possible.

Allan sat there, staring at the unopened journal. This pain was a thousand times, a million times worse than when his brother Tom had been hung. Alex being shot and sent away was like his heart was torn out of his body. He felt nothing now. He had no need to be funny, smile, do the vigilante work he and Alex did, and he could't think straight. All he could do was think of her.

He just sat there for hours and as the sky darkened, he finally resolved himself to opening the journal. He flipped through the empty pages, cursing the fact they should be filled with Alex's scribbled handwriting until he came across an inscription on the first page.

He began to read it, sounding out each word like Alex showed him. He read it over and over again, savoring every word like his last moments with her. He actually chuckled at the irony about her comment on the 'epic bloodshed'. It was fitting with her. She could always find some good in the bad. He could see her sitting next to him, joking with him.

"I had no idea I was so prophetic, never mind the whole future thing." the vision said.

"You seem to 'ave a knack for bein' right." he replied with a sorrowful smile.

"Ya know, I am always right, Rooster." the vision replied, laying beside him, basking in the sun like many times before. "You should know me better by now."

"Inside and out."

"Then why aren't you doing something?" the vision asked, staring him in the eyes.

"Wot?"

"Ya know, going out, saving King and country. i don't want you wallowing in sorrow. I'm the existential novelist here." it smirked.

"But you aren't 'ere though." he replied.

"But aren't I? Ya know, you are so in love with me you created an apparition. I'm in your mind. That's what happens when your version of flirting is just staring at me from a distance."

"Oi! I 'ardly 'stared at ya from a distance'. I actually talked to you." Allan replied, with a small smile.

"You had the worst timing possible." it replied, looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"You are a liar."

"Not like you, the one an only Allan A Dale." it smiled at him, a genuine smile. "And Allan A Dale would fight with his friends. So go ahead. I'll be back soon."

"When?" Allan asked, wanting to hold onto this last piece of Alex.

"Once I see that stupid tree again. Ya know, I can't have you going crazy and talking to a flower. It's not very attractive."

"Ya talk to yourself sometimes." Alan yelled back with a small laugh.

It laughed in response. "Touche. Good luck Allan. I love you." Then Allan was all alone again, knowing what he had to do. He grabbed his sword and cloak and headed out.

Much knocked on the wood door, fixing the cap on his head to look somewhat presentable for the nobles. He was still shocked from the earlier events. Robin was miserable because of Alex and especially Marian. Much had never been hurt by his master like that before and hoped that it was in no way true. The door opened revealing the secret circle of the elite. Much, Djaq, Little John, and Will entered the concave.

As the door was about to be shut, they heard a shout. "Oi! Wait up!" Much turned around and saw Allan running up to catch up with him.

"Allan?" he asked, thinking he was going to mourn all day. "What are you doing here?"

"Alex would want me with you guys?" he explained, his eyes red and puffy from sorrows. "Where's Robin?"

"In a worse state than you. And his love isn't even de-" Much began, but Djaq hit him lightly on the chest, making him shut up.

"Come on." Will said to his friend, jerking his head for him to enter. Allan smiled back and walked in.

We are Robin Hood's men, here to protect the King." Much explained to the lords.

"They are Robin's men. We can trust them. Much served the King in Antioch." Edward told his comrades. He stepped aside for him. "Welcome, Much. Robin is not with you?"

Robin is, er... by himself." Much began.

"There is no Robin." Little John explained. "And we have lost a good woman today." Edward nodded, understanding the situation Robin was in. He knew of the boy's feeling for his daughter and how it pained him to see her married to his enemy and traitor. He also was informed by Marian after of Alex's fatal wound and how she seemingly disappeared to receive treatment. Marian could explain no more, but said she felt horrible because the battle was the consequence of her actions and Alex deserved much better from her.

"Well, let's get started gents." Allan said, wanting to switch topics.

The next day, King Richard sat back in the Sheriff 's tall chair after arresting him dramatically. The gang looked around shocked, or well the fraction of the gang. Alex was well, no one wanted to think, Robin was wallowing, and Much was missing. "Good subjects." the King began. We must judge the Sheriff according to law. In such a case... we shall hear French evidence."

"French evidence? What?" Allan asked puzzled, turning to Alex who was not there.

"Walter, Lord of Merton." a guardsman called. Merton straightened, looking at Edward, nods, and goes to the King. He kneeled and kissed the King's ring. He then headed out into the hallway and was never seen again.

The guardsman continued. "Former sheriff, Edward of Knighton!" Allan stepped forward and clapped Edward on the shoulder. "Tell it how it is, Edward!" he said. Alex would want him to encourage justice and all.

"I will." Edward glanced at the King and stepped forwards. Little John glanced anxiously at Allan, worried for the boy.

Suddenly, the doors to the Grand Hall were flung open and Much ran in, out of breathe and frantic. "It's a trap!" he screamed, jumping up on the table in front of the King's throne. "It's a trap!" he pointed at the King. "This is not the King!" The King stood in response, glaring at Much.

A random bystander shouted: "Arrest that imposter!" Little John frowned in confusion at Much. "I knew this smelt funny." Allan commented, once again turning to an absent Alex. Djaq glowered at Allan, but with soft sympathetic eyes.

The fake King Richard pointed at Much. "Get him!"

"Run!" Much yelled to the gang. Allan, Little John, Will, Djaq and Much scrambled away as Robin entered the hall with rope over his shoulder and bow in hand. "It's not funny!" Allan shouted, imagining Alex getting a kick out of this situation. Allan, Little John, Will and Djaq stopped short as a group of soldiers entered below the balcony. Robin ran in behind the gang. "No! " Little John shouted, seeing they are trapped. Robin turned around and knocked out a guard behind him with his bow, and beckoned to the group to run up the stairs.

"Shall we?" Robin asked his friends, finding a renewed purpose inside of him.

"I thought we were out of a job." Allan said.

"I owe you everything after-" Robin began.

Will quickly cut him off. "Good to have you back." Robin smiled. "It's good to be back."

Robin ran up the stairs after them, but the Sheriff called out: "Robin!" Robin stopped, frustrated, on the landing halfway up the stairs. "Not so fast, my friend!" Robin impatiently looked back at the Sheriff, who had Much bent over with a dagger to his throat. "Sorry to burst your bubble, Hood! But…" The Sheriff pulled Much up to standing by his collar, keeping the dagger under his chin. "... I'm sure you know how this goes, hm? I don't want you loosing another member. Hands up." The Sheriff chuckled as Allan glared at him, ready to leap down and take him hand to hand. Robin glared at him too for mocking their loss and he calmly grabbed the end of the rope and glanced up to see where Little John is. "Spoilt my game, Hood. Tut-tut."

"John! Catch!" Robin shouted, throwing the coil of rope up, holding an end for himself, and Allan caught the rope next to John at the top of the stairs. Two guards entered through the upper doors and turned to Robin as Little John pressed his back against the wall. As Robin grabbed an arrow from his quiver and tied the knot over its tip, Little John threw his cloak over the two men and Allan looped the rope over them. Robin aimed at the ceiling and shot, and two loud ricochets were heard as the Sheriff dropped his guard on Much as the two of them follow the arrow's path around the room. Marian rushed in to her father's side, then Much looked down as the rope drops in front of him. The Sheriff saw Much looking down, then looked down himself, seeing the arrow embedded perfectly between his black-nailed toes in the sole of his sandal.

He took a double-take and looked anxiously back up at Much. Much smiled, pulled his arm away and ran. Little John and Will pushed the captured guards through the railing. The falling men acted as a counterweight and pulled the Sheriff up by his foot. Robin pointed his drawn bow at the Sheriff, hanging upside down by his foot and roaring in indignation. "Everybody still, if you please!" Robin shouted. Allan smiled at the top of the stairs and glances back at Will, who has a reserved look of satisfaction. 'Wait till Alex hears 'bout this.' Allan thought. "I think we can safely say…" Robin continued, "an audience with the King... has been suspended!" Edward and Marian smiled and the gang laughed. The Sheriff was still roaring with anger. "Come on, lads! Let's go home." Robin winked to Marian, who smiled more brightly this time.

"Come back! Get me down from here, you blithering oafs!" the Sheriff yelled to his men. At the courtyard, Robin and the gang walked down the outside steps. Robin looked back at them all proudly. They take a few more steps, then they all throw a fist in the air and cheer. Nothing had ever felt better than what had just happened, but they all knew something- or someone- was missing.

Alex woke up after what seemed like a millennia, which it techinqually was, and found herself in a white room. She flutterd eyes open and attempted to sit up, but the sharp pain in her abdomen prevented her.

"Alex!" Lily said, jumping up from her chain. She rushed over to her side. "Careful." Alex nodded and Lily adjusted the creaky and crunchy hospital bed so she could sit up right.

"How long was I gone?" asked Alex referring to her travels.

"Well after the party two days ago, stupid you decided to visit that stupid tree and you got bloody shot with an arrow!" Lily said, "What the hell happened?!" Lily slapped the side of her arm.

"Ya know, I was just mortally wounded!" Alex yelled back. Lily smile and hugged her friend. Alex hugged her the best she could with the sharp pain in her belly and the mass amount of wires going in and out of her body. "I do recall a bet we made. I like my breakfast in bed."

Lily stood up, ending the hug at that comment. "Figures." she muttered. "Now, seriously what happened?"

Alex was still for a moment, thinking of how to explain her battle wound and strange appearance, but as interrupted by her father. "Alexandra probably needs to take everything in Lilian." the wise voice said from the doorway. Her father stood in the doorway with his books and giant coffee in hand. Alex smiled at him. He looked healthy and his beard was growing back in. Many people said he looked like a paler, English version of the Dos Eqiuus Most Interesting Man, and many people said he was the most interesting man.

Robert Hunter was always bound to an interesting life. He grew up in a privileged and rich family that was titled. As a teenager in the 70s, her ran away to London and spent a year doing everything you could imagine at the time. When his party days were over, he returned to his family and headed off to Oxford where he began to study law. He went onto to its graduate law school and graduated the top of his class. He began working at a practice in London and would often meet up with his old Oxford buddies on the weekends. There he met the lovely Joan Walker, who studied literature. Alex had inherited her soft blue eyes and play skin, as well as Julius, her brother. Alex also had the benefit of inheriting her mother's love of reading and writing and her father's love of music and adventure. Julius's inherited traits were still yet to be seen besides the physical level.

Joan Walker's father was a blue collar worker from America and her mother was a housewife that was English, inside and out. Robert immediately fell in love with Joan and after a long courtship, he married her. Joan and her family absolutely adored Robert and his charm and intellect. But as Robert introduced her to his family, they refused to give their blessing. Despite Joan's success in life, she was not worthy of their eldest son in their eyes. Robert did what he had to and cut himself off from his family forever and relinquish his title and his inheritance to his greedy little brother. He did not mind though. Joan and him lived happily in London by themselves. They soon gave to births to two darling children and prospered in their happiness. When Joan died, Robert mourned for years. He could never move on. His children, especially his daughter, were all he had left of his love.

"Hey dad." Alex smirked. Her father walked over to her, setting his books and coffee on the table and hugged her. Alex smiled and hugged back and embraced her father, closing her eyes and taking in the familiarity. She looked up and saw the tall and lanky pale figure of her little brother. "How is the sulking over there, Julius?"

Her brother looked up at her from his phone. "How on earth do you get shot with an arrow?"

"How on earth can you stand yourself? All you do is nothing!" Alex replied. The two siblings glared at each other with hateful eyes. It was the only way they could express their love.

"Yes, Alexandra. How did you get shot with an arrow?" her father asked, sitting on the couch in the room.

Alex had no idea how to explain what happened without feeling guilty for the lie or being declared insane. She hadt o tell the truth, but she make it a lie. Alex turned to her father and smirked. "Ya know, I was wondering through the forest, fell through time, met Robin Hood, joined his gang, fought against evil, got arrested and tortured once, or well several times now that I think about it, and then Maid Marian got herself stabbed because she has this Batman mentality, leading the evil Sheriff of Nottingham to our secret camp, it was a cave, and we had an epic battle and I got shot and wound up back here." Everyone looked at her, positive she had just made a joke, but unsure why she was resorting to such sarcasm in a very serious matter. "Oh I also fell in love, got married, and had five kids. I really don't know how I am going to pay child support 800 years in the future. Oh how will the eldest, Little John feel that I am missing his archery contest."

"Freak." Julius muttered.

"Slob." she retorted.

"Children!" Robert yelled, "Alexandra, if you would please tell us the truth."

Alex sighed. "The truth is that I really don't know what happened. Maybe I hit my head, shock? The point is that I am fine."

"I would hardly say fine!" Lily yelled. "You could have died."

"But I didn't. So when can I go back to my dorm?" Alex asked. Robert sighed. His daughter was too ambitious for her own good. She never fared well when sick or injured as a child. Why would she sit back and relax now?

"A day. The doctor will give you some pain meds. But you have to swear to me you will never enter that blasted forest again." Robert said. "I can't loose another member of my family."

"Alright." Alex said, knowing that as soon as she could, she was going into 'that blasted forest' and going back to the gang in good old 1192. She promised Allan. She loved him and would get back to him if it was the last she thing she did.