Robin Hood Retold

This is the true story of Robin of Locksley. Lady Robin of Locksley.
(Actually this is just a Robin Hood Fanfic. Yeah, I have a problem.)

Every Chapter will be titled the season and episode # so if you haven't seen past it, don't read that chapter. If you don't care about spoilers, go for it.

Comment, please. I LOVE feedback. This is basically just practice writing, flexing my fingers, so to say.

Now, enjoy. Lady Robin of Locksley

Chapter 1

Backstory. Robin's Beginning and Deeds in Acre

"My lady, this is a bad idea." I never listened to Much before. He was a servant. Granted, he was loyal to a fault and my best friend, but I always thought I knew better. In that instant, as my black hair fell to the floor beneath my dagger blade, I should have listened.

My name is Robin. I was once daughter to the Lord and Lady of Locksley. My mother died when I was very small, so my father raised me. Since I was an only child, my father had no sons to teach how to hunt and fight. So he taught me. I became better with a bow than any boy in my village. When I wasn't training, I spent my time running around Sherwood Forest with my best friends Will Scarlet and young Guy of Gisborne (whose mother was friends with my father). Much always trailed behind us, the voice of caution. Don't jump in the brook. Don't climb so high. Don't go near that den. But we loved him all the same.

When I decided to follow King Richard to the Holy Land, I had just turned twenty. I cut my hair, stole some of Will's old clothes (without his knowledge, of course) and joined the army as Robin of Knighton. Much was unwilling to let me get myself killed without him, so he went along as well.

After two years of fighting the Saracen, King Richard was impressed by me. At least that was the impression I got when he put me in his private guard. Much was always attached to my hip, so he was accepted as well.

And then everything went wrong.

In the middle of the night, the call went up. "Saracens! Protect the King!" I flew from the tent I shared with Much. He trailed behind me. I didn't hesitate to shoot at every hooded figure that crossed my path. Much covered me with his sword (I'd never been very good with one).

Then something plunged into my side. The Saracen man ripped the poisoned blade from my flesh and tore toward the King's tent. Adrenaline worked in my favor and I stumbled after him. As the Saracen crept up behind the King (who was barely strapping on his sword) I shouted, "Only cowards kill a man when his back is turned!"

The King whipped around and managed to block the Saracen's dagger with his own. King Richard kicked the Sarcan in the chest and the coward stumbled back toward me. The Saracen decided to dispatch me first and then finish the King. I wasn't going to give him the chance. When he swung at me, I slashed him across the arm with the Seax that I always carried. I caught a glimpse of a tattoo, now mangled, on his arm before the Saracen found his brain and ran from the tent.

"Robin," the King said, still breathless from the fight, "I owe you my life. Thank you."

I would have answered, brushed the deed off as nothing, but I doubled over. My adrenaline had quickly faded and I felt the poison as it filled my body with fiery pain. My legs gave out and King Richard caught me as I collapsed. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was Much running into the tent and the look of horror on his face when he saw me.

When I came too, I knew the jig was up. Much sat at the end of my cot, his face in his hands. I could feel the bandage under my tunic and I knew that the secret I had protected for nearly three years was out.

"Much." My throat was so dry and it made my voice crack.

He jumped. "Robin." Tears brimmed in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Robin. I had to tell them."

"It's alright, Much," I sighed. "They would have found out anyway."

"Perhaps not," he said quietly. "I would have bandaged you myself. But then I blew it."

"I'm sure that isn't true."

"Well when he ran into my tent screaming 'my lady, my lady' it was pretty obvious."

It was my turn to jump. King Richard stepped from the shadows. He had been standing in a corner of the tent, arms folded; silent as the sky before a storm.

I braced myself for the fury about to be unleashed upon me. It was against the law for women to join the army and the punishment...death. I suddenly regretted dragging Much along for this treacherous ride. For helping me, he would share my punishment.

The King stepped up to me and raised his hand. I closed my eyes and shied away slightly, expecting him to slap me. He didn't. Instead, the hand fell onto my shoulder.

"Robin." His voice was firm, but not angry.

I looked up at him.

He gave me a small smile. "I said I owe you my life. What makes you think I would be so eager to take yours?"

"I broke the law, my lord."

"And I make the law, my lady. Which means I am allowed to bend it from time to time."


King Richard turned away and clasped his hands behind his back. "You will be honorably discharged from this army. You need time for your wound—the one you received while nobly defending your king—to heal. Much, of course, will be sent with you to take care of you." He glanced at me over his shoulder. "I doubt he'd want to stay without you anyway."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"I hope you realize the break I'm giving you. When you get back to England, keep your head down and your nose clean. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Sire." As I would soon find out, that was easier said than done.

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