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"Is she alive," a girl whispered over me. I had my eyes closed. Then I felt someone poking my face with a stick. I grabbed it and pulled it away from whoever was holding it and snapped it in half. I opened my eyes and I was surprised to see a group of children. The oldest was no more than 15 and the youngest was about 5. There were five boys and one girl. She looked like the oldest, so I suppose she was his sister.
"Who are you," I groaned as I sat up. I stopped because it hurt too much.
"You shouldn't move," the oldest warned.
"What are you going to do about it? You're just a kid."
"And you are injured. You were stabbed and I carried you to here. She fixed you up," he said pointing to the girl that looked like him.
"What do you mean stabbed," I gasped looked down at my stomach. In a small spot under my ribs on the right was soaked with blood. I pulled the shirt up and looked at the stitching the girl did. She was surprising good. I wouldn't need to redo it unless I break it somehow.
"Are you one of Robin's men," one of the youngest boys asked. I looked at him with squinted eyes before I answered.
"Maybe." I tried to stand up and held onto the wall I was leaned against to do it. The girl came to my side and held me up. She didn't do much to help but I let her believe she was. "Why did you help me?"
"Because we saw you helping everyone else. Robin wouldn't have made it to you in time. You would have dead by the time he got to you."
"How do you know I'm with Robin," I asked.
"No one helps unless they're with Robin," he laughed. "It's kind of a spoken rule."
"Huh. Not for me."
"So you're not with Robin," another one of the younger boys asked. "I was hoping I would get a chance to meet at least one of the outlaws."
"Hey," I said walking up to him and shaking my hand through his hair. He giggled and I continued. "Just because Robin is the only one that helps, doesn't mean that others shouldn't. There are heros among you that you should look up to instead."
"Wow," he said, looking up at me with big bright eyes.
"Now," I said, turning to the oldest, "Where am I and who are you?"
"You're in my home and you don't need to know who we are, just that we saved you."
"What village are we in?"
"Loxley," the girl behind me answered. I turned and looked at her. Then I turned to the door before I pulled my hood on and walked out of it. I heard them walking behind me. I turned around harshly and looked at them. "What are you following me for," I hissed at them. They inched back before the oldest walked closer.
"We want you to teach us."
"Teach you what," I asked him.
"How to fight. How to be like you. How to be the next Robin Hood."
"You want to know how to get yourselves killed. If you think I'm going to teach you anything, you need to go back inside and think about realizing what life is really like."
"So just teach me. I'm the oldest."
"No," I said plainly before turning and walking into the forest. They didn't follow me anymore.
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