This
isn't just some story, this is the story that they would all remember. A story
of lost love, revenge, and a revolution.
It was
a quiet foggy night in Nottingham. The guards stood watch in front of the
castle gates. Wind rustled the trees leaves and made the flames of the torches
dance. The guards peered deep into the forest, an uneasy feeling settled over
them. PHUMP! An arrow soared through the air striking the guard on the left
deep in the heart. He fell to the ground, dead in an instant without so much as
a peep.
Before the guard on the right could even draw his weapon, another arrow soared through the air, striking him in his chest. He fell to the ground groaning in pain. A mysterious figure jumped down from the nearest tree. It was a women, all clad in green. She walked closer to the figure, watching him slowly die. “Ro-Ro-Robin..Hood.” He choked out before finally dying. The women grabbed both of her arrows before signaling for her crew. Twenty men stepped out from the shadows, quickly and quietly following behind the women in green. She silently gave them their orders, and they followed them loyally. Each of them climbed the high castle walls, while she grabbed the keys from the guard. The door was heavy, but it didn’t make too much noise as she opened it. She kept her bow armed with another arrow just in case. They all moved swiftly, getting into position. They readied themselves for an attack that could happen at any moment. Suddenly a guard on patrol came around the corner and spotted the women in green. Before he could so much as scream, she was there with her sword. She sliced his throat open and dark ruby red poured out from his neck. Ten men followed her deeper into the castle grounds. They kept as silent as they could as they moved across the stone ground. “Drop your weapons!” The group was suddenly surrounded by guards. The group was now huddled in a circle facing outward. They kept their weapons in hand, ready to fight. “Drop them now!!” Yelled one of the guards. Just as the group was ready to strike a voice cut through the night. A voice the women in green knew all too well.
“WAIT!” The voice bellowed before stepping forward. He was well dressed, a man of noble position. He was the Sherriff of Nottingham and the reason the women in green was here. “You there, step forward.” He called out, pointing to the women in green. She stepped forward, keeping her head bowed, but her arrow ready. The sheriff almost gasped in shock. “How can this be?” He asked.
“It’s like I’m seeing a ghost. You can’t be him.” He said. “You cannot be Robin Hood.” It was true, the women in green was dressed identically to the local outlaw. “Robin Hood is dead, I killed him.” The Sherriff stated with a smirk. “No..you are right Sherriff, I am not Robin Hood.” The women in green put her bow on her back, and took the green cap off. Long red locks descended down her back. The guards gasped at the shock of a women standing before them. “Marian?” The sheriff asked. He too was shocked to see her standing before him. She looked the monster that had killed her lover, had raped and tortured her. Pure hatred boiled inside her as she glared at the sheriff. “You miss him so much you’ve decided to dress like him is that it?” The sheriff laughed. “Oh dear Marian, have you learned nothing?” He asked. Marian answered that question by impaling him in the throat with her sword. She had moved quickly before anyone else could. The sheriff choked, blood gurgling in the back of his throat. His eyes were wide with fear and shock. Marian watched happily as the light from his eyes slowly faded and she dropped his lifeless body to the ground. The rest of the group, better known as the Merry Men, pounced on the remaining guards. The battle was short and swift as the Merry Men had more skills and power than any of the guards combined.
Before the guard on the right could even draw his weapon, another arrow soared through the air, striking him in his chest. He fell to the ground groaning in pain. A mysterious figure jumped down from the nearest tree. It was a women, all clad in green. She walked closer to the figure, watching him slowly die. “Ro-Ro-Robin..Hood.” He choked out before finally dying. The women grabbed both of her arrows before signaling for her crew. Twenty men stepped out from the shadows, quickly and quietly following behind the women in green. She silently gave them their orders, and they followed them loyally. Each of them climbed the high castle walls, while she grabbed the keys from the guard. The door was heavy, but it didn’t make too much noise as she opened it. She kept her bow armed with another arrow just in case. They all moved swiftly, getting into position. They readied themselves for an attack that could happen at any moment. Suddenly a guard on patrol came around the corner and spotted the women in green. Before he could so much as scream, she was there with her sword. She sliced his throat open and dark ruby red poured out from his neck. Ten men followed her deeper into the castle grounds. They kept as silent as they could as they moved across the stone ground. “Drop your weapons!” The group was suddenly surrounded by guards. The group was now huddled in a circle facing outward. They kept their weapons in hand, ready to fight. “Drop them now!!” Yelled one of the guards. Just as the group was ready to strike a voice cut through the night. A voice the women in green knew all too well.
“WAIT!” The voice bellowed before stepping forward. He was well dressed, a man of noble position. He was the Sherriff of Nottingham and the reason the women in green was here. “You there, step forward.” He called out, pointing to the women in green. She stepped forward, keeping her head bowed, but her arrow ready. The sheriff almost gasped in shock. “How can this be?” He asked.
“It’s like I’m seeing a ghost. You can’t be him.” He said. “You cannot be Robin Hood.” It was true, the women in green was dressed identically to the local outlaw. “Robin Hood is dead, I killed him.” The Sherriff stated with a smirk. “No..you are right Sherriff, I am not Robin Hood.” The women in green put her bow on her back, and took the green cap off. Long red locks descended down her back. The guards gasped at the shock of a women standing before them. “Marian?” The sheriff asked. He too was shocked to see her standing before him. She looked the monster that had killed her lover, had raped and tortured her. Pure hatred boiled inside her as she glared at the sheriff. “You miss him so much you’ve decided to dress like him is that it?” The sheriff laughed. “Oh dear Marian, have you learned nothing?” He asked. Marian answered that question by impaling him in the throat with her sword. She had moved quickly before anyone else could. The sheriff choked, blood gurgling in the back of his throat. His eyes were wide with fear and shock. Marian watched happily as the light from his eyes slowly faded and she dropped his lifeless body to the ground. The rest of the group, better known as the Merry Men, pounced on the remaining guards. The battle was short and swift as the Merry Men had more skills and power than any of the guards combined.
This was the night that started a revolution. Marian was
happy that she had gotten her revenge, but she knew she had unfinished
business. For the rest of her years, she lived out her days pretending to be
Robin Hood. She no longer called herself Marian, it reminded her too much of
her old life. She and the Merry Men traveled across Nottingham eradicating
justice, taking from the rich and giving to the poor.
My halloween costume that inspired this story!:
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