Robin and the Sorcerer: Reborn

by Tatootatoo

A continuation of the legend of the famous Robin of Sherwood. For those who were not satisfied with Robin's tragic end at the final of the 2nd series, when he fired his last arrow into the sky and died a brave death. The story continues in England some time later. A story for those who loved and still love the Robin of Sherwood series and the work of Richard Carpenter.

1. Chapter 1

Robin and the Sorcerer: Reborn

written by Tatyana Makovskaya and Tatyana Suprun

'Each man travels along one path. At the end of it, if he has the courage, he will meet himself and find his power.' Richard Carpenter 'Robin of Sherwood'

Chapter 1

She didn't know why she had come here. She hoped to find traces, signs, at least something. She walked aimlessly; there was no one to stop her.

After handing over Hearn Albion, Robin's sword, Marion lost her last hope of seeing her lover alive again. And now she felt like a ghost in the world of the living. A ghost, who suffers and wanders wildly in search of solace. Here is the spot on the hill where they broke up.

One question sounded dreary inside, one thought haunted her. Why had she obediently, as if hypnotized by his calm voice and gentle gaze, left him? What terrible thing could have happened to her compared to how she feels now. After all, not to feel, not to suffer, to forget – what could be better. This place seemed completely different to her now. A cold wind ruffled her hair, and a thick fog descended on the mountain. Or maybe she's just dreaming, it's a nightmare, now she'll definitely wake up and everything will be as before. A quiet morning in the woods, an extinguished night campfire, a sense of calm and the belief that they are under the protection of the spirits of Sherwood. Tears could bring relief, but she couldn't cry, a feeling of cold and darkness inside, no strength, no will, no desires. She stared in front of her with unseeing eyes and just tried to catch, hear a sign, a rustle, a sound. Ringing silence, cold, silence. She didn't want to move. She slowly sank to the ground and realized that no force would make her move, a blissful indifference was inside her. There are memories, they enliven, warm, lull. Let it be so.

A vague silhouette appeared through the haze. It wasn't a man. The creature approached, and there was a wolf in front of her. The large, handsome beast was not afraid of her, he sat down opposite and watched her closely. Marion felt no fear as she looked at him. The beast got up on strong paws and walked away, looking back several times as if inviting her to follow him. Almost mechanically, she got up and walked in the direction the wolf was pointing. He disappeared into the fog, and Marion was left alone again. But then she felt him next to her. She put her hand on his head, the beast ran forward, and she ran her hand over his powerful back, feeling his soft fur under her fingers. Suddenly, the wolf howled, breaking the misty silence. Looking at her palms, she saw the scarlet blood. Marion screamed in horror and realized that she was falling into the abyss, her heart stopped, she lost consciousness.

She woke up in pitch darkness, judging by the sound of falling drops of water – it was a cave. Her eyes were slowly adjusting to the gloom. The place where she was lying was not a cozy bed, but a litter of twigs and leaves made it comfortable enough, and she was covered with a kind of rough blanket on top. The entrance to the cave was curtained with a heavy canopy, and the damp air of the cave was saturated with the smell of a campfire.