I'm obsessed with MadArcher at the minute! If you would like some more of this let me know in the review section!
"But Mom! Why couldn't we just stay in Storybrooke this weekend?" A ten year old Robin whined as her Mother practically pulled her down the path that leads to her Aunt Regina's home. Robin had only been to the Enchanted Forest a handful of times, and she hated every minute of it, for one reason and one reason alone: The kids there hated her, and they had no problem in telling her that. This hatred was no fault of her own, all this was a result of the stories that had been told to the children about her Mother, The Wicked Witch. Robin had heard some of the stories concocted to scare kids into behaving when she was in Storybrooke, but they were nothing compared to the horror stories that had been told here. Robin didn't blame her Mother for any of this though, she knew that both her Mother and her Aunt had done some bad things in the past, but she also knew that they had both worked very hard to turn their lives around and be good.
"I'll have no more of that whining missy! Now, go and play with all of your little friends while I catch up with your Aunt." Zelena bent down to place a small kiss on the brown-haired child and set a worrisome Robin on her way.
Luckily for Robin, today seemed to one of the more quieter days and the land surrounding her Aunt's home were practically deserted. The young girl used this to her advantage and began to gather the supplies she needed in order to set up her new favorite game: Robin Hood vs. The Bad Guys. Robin had spent hundreds of hours running around the grounds near her house in Storybrooke. She would find the perfect stick to bend into a makeshift bow, she'd then use some string stolen from her Mother's workstation for the bowstring and smaller sticks as makeshift arrows. All day Robin would run around firing sticks at make-believe bad guys, just like her Father had done in the bedtime stories her Mother and Aunt had told her. Armed with everything she needed, Little Robin ran into the more wooded area firing off sticks weakly as she ran. After firing off all of her sticks, Robin paused to catch her breath and gather more supplies. That's when they appeared. Robin hadn't them at first, it wasn't until someone kicked the back of her leg hard, making her fall flat on her face.
"Look who's back…she's just as wicked as her Mother!" One of the children laughed, as she kicked dirt at the trembling girl, whose leg was starting to bleed from the hard fall.
"What have I ever done to you?" Robin was struggling to hold in the tears, as she held her sore leg and gently rocked back and forth.
"Your Aunt destroyed my Mom's village!" A boy shouted as he forcefully trampled on Robin's bow.
"But that wasn't me! I wasn't even born then…" Robin whimpered, as she moved to stand only to be pushed back down again by one of the taller girls of the group.
"You've got wicked blood in you, that's what my Mom said…she said that your Mom was so wicked that she had to trick your Dad to have you." The taller girl mocked, finally making the tears break free from Robin's eyes. The small girl began to weep, as she curled herself into a ball. It never got any better, each time she knew it was coming and she thought that she could handle it, but somehow it only got worse and worse.
"Hey! Leave her alone!" Robin's head shot up as she heard a squeaky English accent break through the barrier of children that had her surrounded. She couldn't see who it was that was calling out, the bodies in front of her made sure of that, all Robin could make out was the hint of blonde hair that seemed to be sticking out in all different directions, almost like it hadn't been taken care of in weeks, if not months.
"And what if we don't?" The oldest boy moved from the bully circle that surrounded Robin, and pushed the blonde haired girl, making her stumble only slightly.
The girl moved to pick of a rather large stick from a nearby tree. "My papa is a pirate, he's taught me to fight since the day I started walkin'. Now, I'll tell you one more time, leave her alone." The girl shouted, her English accent was thick as she twirled the stick in her hand.
"I ain't scared of no girl." The boy shouted, before running at the girl. In one swift move, the girl swung her stick, hitting the boy straight in the stomach, making him fall to his knees in pain.
"You should be…now leave her alone!" She warned the group, who looked on worriedly. The blonde haired girl took a step forward and pointed her stick at the group while giving them 'the stare' that her Papa had taught her, he said that it was meant to scare her opponent, but it had left her Papa laughing more often than not. A simple growl sent the group of bullies fleeing into the nearby trees, leaving Robin all alone with her blonde Savior.
"Are you okay?" The girl threw her stick down as she bent down to try and catch Robin's eye. Robin refused, however, to shift her gaze from the ground, afraid that the blonde girl that simply scared of the other bullies so that she could have Robin all to herself.
"Please don't hurt me…" Robin whispered as she tried to move away from the blonde.
"Oh no, I would never…I'm Alice, what's your name?" Alice slightly reached out her hand to the girl, who was starting to feel a little more safe around the girl.
"R-Robin…"
"We'll Robin, why don't you let me take a look at that leg of yours." Alice gave out a toothy grin, displaying the small gaps of missing baby teeth to Robin.
"It's stingy…" Robin whimpered, as she allowed Alice to come closer. Gently Alice poured some water from a small bottle that stuck to her hip. "Owe…T-Thanks…for getting rid of them."
"My Papa says that we should always look out for people who are in trouble…why were they being so mean anyway?" Alice smiled as she ripped off a piece of her dress to wrap the girls wound.
"Because of my Mom and Aunt…they did some bad things and now everyone thinks that I'm going to do the same…" Robin confessed, finally looking up at the girl. The first thing Robin noticed was the big blue eyes staring sweetly back at her green ones.
"I don't think so, you don't seem like the kind of person to do back things…all done." Alice stood and reached her hand out to the smaller girl, who gladly accepted it. "Oh, it looks they broke your…well, I don't really know what this." Alice picked up the broken up pieces of Robin's bow.
"It was meant to be my bow, it's this game I play sometimes." Robin blushed, embarrassed by her make-believe games. She could tell that Alice was at least a few years older than her and assumed that she didn't play make-believe anymore.
"Oh interesting, me and my Papa play pirate's sometimes…that's when she lets me out that is." Alice looked down at her feet, clearly upset by her own words.
"Are you okay?" Robin reached out, grabbing the girls hand tight.
"Yeah…it's just, my Mother…she likes to keep me locked up in my Tower most days, it's nice to be able to get out sometimes." Robin wiped away the small tear that trickled its way down her face.
"That sounds awful…I'm sorry Alice." Robin smiled sweetly, before pulling the blonde in for a tight hug.
"It's alright, I'm not there now and I'm gonna enjoy every minute of it," Alice smirked, as she tried to figure a way to put the pieces of Robin's bow back together. "I don't think I can fix this, I'm sorry." Alice frowned as she sat the pieces of the bow into Robin's hands.
"All I need is another stick and it will be good as new…how does Robin Hood and Captain Alice vs. The Bad Guys sound?" Robin asked in hopes that hadn't just scared her possible new friend away.
"Sounds perfect, but who is Robin Hood? Your alter ego?" Alice teased as they headed into the woods hand in hand.
"He-he was my Farther and one of the best archers in all the lands. When I was born my Mom gave me his name, so I guess in a way I'm Robin Hood, the new one anyway." Robin chatted contently.
"New Robin? So Nobin?" Alice joked, earning an eye roll from the shorter girl.
"Please don't call me that…"
"No promises." Alice winked before running ahead with Robin hot on her heels.
The rest of the day was spent with the two girls running around the woods, shooting and fighting with imaginary bad guys, the girl's laughed, told stories of their lives. Alice spoke of the adventures her Papa had been on, while Robin tried to explain what life was like back in Storybrooke. Unfortunately, however, their time together came to an end as the screams of Alice's Mother interrupted their game.
"Does that mean you've got to leave?" Robin pouted, as she grabbed Alice's hand stopping the girl from running off.
"Sorry Love, but if I don't leave now she'll get mad…will I be able to see you again?" Alice stroked her thumb over the back of Robin's hand, soothing the younger girl.
"We usually come back at least once a year, I don't want you to go…I've never had a friend like you before," Robin whispered as she pulled Alice in for an almost bone-crushing hug.
"Me either…stay safe Nobin." Alice placed a simple kiss on Robin's cheek before taking off into the woods. Stopping briefly at a clearing, Alice looked back down at the spot where she left her new friend. "Goodbye…My Robin."
(14 years later)
Alice stood at the edge of a camp, telescope in hand she watched as her Papa played with an infant, much like he used to when her before his curse.
"You look happy Papa…" Alice whispered to herself, as she lowered the telescope. Alice was content with watching her Papa from the distance, although it did plain her slightly that she couldn't run into the arms of her Papa anymore. The snapping of a twig behind her pulled her from her memories and forced her to turn around, only to come face to face with a sharpened arrowhead aimed directly at her face.
"Don't move spy…" The girl before her spoke clearly, in a voice that Alice had heard before, although she could not place it. Without warning, Alice ran.