Robin Hood's POV
"A prize of great wealth? And a kiss from Maid Marian?" I raised an eyebrow at my brother.
"It'd be nice to see Mum again."
"Mmhm. Where are my arrows?"
"How should I know? This place is a mess Robin." Little John scowled.
"Its...not that bad..." I grumbled. I found my quiver in the soup pot.
"If you say so..."
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Sheirff's POV
"My name is literally Sheirff. I'm not kidding!" I shouted at the man who wrote down the names of...more known...contestants.
I looked back to my dad.
"Is this plan gonna work?" I scoffed.
"Who can resist Maid Marian's charms?" my father chuckled.
"...no one?" I guessed.
I could somewhat resist her charms.
"Correct!"
I ignored my father and scanned the scene.
"What if we can't find Robin Hood?" I asked.
"We will. He and Marian have a history...apparently."
"A child love." I scoffed. "Nothing serious."
"Mmm. Marian seems quite certain that he still loves her."
I glanced to the lady in question. She didn't seem the type for outlaws.
Then again, I don't seem the type to like females instead of males.
Shaking my head, I started practicing my archery.
I had no idea what I was going to do against the infamous Robin Hood.
The best archer in Nottingham.
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I practiced till the sun set and I was in darkness.
With a long sigh, I trudged inside.
I flopped onto my mattress, staring at the candle lit ceiling.
Tomorrow is the day; the day we see and unmask Robin Hood.
I don't know if I should be scared or excited.
A/n: wHy Do PeOpLe LiKe ThIs