Guys!!! I FINALLY wrote chapter four!!!!!!!!!! This calls for a celebration! Well, let’s just jump straight into it and don’t forget to let me know about your thoughts below in the comments! What you liked, what you thought could be better, etc.
The first thing I noticed was the keys dangling by Calvin’s belt. I moved the sword in my hand’s blade to point directly at Calvin Talyor’s heart. He took a small step back.
“Get me out of here, and I’ll spare your life,” I growled, redoubling my grip on the weapon’s handle.
Calvin held his hands up. “So when did you start threatening people’s lives? I didn’t think you had killing in you.”
I moved the blade closer to him. “Are you going to get me out or do I need to end this.”
He widened his eyes as if he suddenly realized I wasn’t teasing. My blade was a half inch away from ending his life, why would I be teasing? He swallowed hard. “Fine.”
I lowered my weapon, but kept it close enough that if this was a trick, I could stop him. Calvin led me to the door, constantly looking over his shoulder. I might’ve been a thief, but when I gave someone my word, I kept it. He should know me better than that.
Outside the room, I found a cold, lonely stone hallway. I shivered but didn’t take my eyes off of Calvin. A bad feeling gnawed at my gut. I always trust my gut. We moved down the hall and took a few twists and turns until we came across a wooden door bolted shut. My heart tripled its speed. My escape was a twist of a door knob and a race across the grounds away. I had outsmarted Calvin!
He stood off to the side, making the path to the door clear for me. I didn’t like turning my back on him, but I was almost out. I moved closer to the door but stopped when my hand was just inches from throwing it open. A single thought floated across my mind. Where was Little John?
I turned back to Calvin, and that was when I saw him. A bruly guard stood above me, sword aimed for the kill. My kill. I ducked and rolled out of the way just as the man’s sword drove downward. It slammed against the stones. I rose and prepared my stance for a fight. Taking a quick scan around the room, I didn’t spot Calvin.
I grunted, refocusing on the battle. Calvin outmaneuvered me. Again.
The guard came at me. I defend every strike he sent my way. He moved forward. I darted to the left. He moved too slow for me. Our swords clashed together again. The sound of it deafened my ears and set my heart racing. Faster. Harder. With every clang as steel met steel, I looked to the door.
Sweat beaded off my brow. The guard’s breathing grew deep. Heavy. He moved again. I reflected the blow. I just had to keep him moving. Eventually, he should lose his energy, move slower to avoid my strikes.
I let out a frustrated growl and dug my feet into the ground. I had to finish this now before I started to move slower. My arms felt heavy. It was a fight to keep moving. I raced forward, sword outstretched. Our weapons collided. I gritted my teeth together, drew back, and drove my sword forward. He deflected my attack. We both drew back. I shook my stiff arms as he rubbed his neck. It was like we had a silent agreement to give the other opponent a small break.
This guard was skilled with his weapon. He’d be a great member to have a part of my band of merry men. I opened my mouth right as the door was thrown open.
Little John and Will Scarlet stood in the entry way with tight frowns and clenched fists. I only flashed them a subtle nod before turning back to my opponent who looked between the two men and me. He dropped his sword as Little John drew his own blade, throwing up his hands in surrender. I smirked.
“Well, done, Little John,” I moved over to him and clapped him on the back. Scarlet drew his own weapon from its leather scabbard. The guard took a couple steps back before turning and dashing out of there. It was only a matter of time before he gathered his friends and came back to finish the fight.
“Let’s get out of here,” Little John said, nodding to the door.
I looked back down the hallway Calvin led me down. “How did you know to find me here?”
“After they knocked you out, I was basically forgotten. It was easy to get away. I followed you and searched around for a back way in.” He handed me my sword in its scabbard, my bow with its quiver of arrows, and my faithful horn. “You left these behind. I blew the horn and Scarlet came to aid me.”
I cradled the items like they were gold. I didn’t value anything else in this world more. I strapped the sword’s belt back around my waist and slung the arrow and its quivers on my back. I felt like I was placing on a suit of armor. Every part was vital. Every moment was treasured.
Scarlet guided us out and across the grounds. Guards weren’t watching this back exit. We were able to sneak to the stables and convince a stable boy to saddle up three horses. When he questioned who we were, I responded that I was a friend of the sheriff. An alarm was sounded because of my escape. Me and my men climbed on our horses and dashed to the woods in the back. We were gone before anyone could discover which way we went. I led my men deep into the woods – my domain, my home. We didn’t stop until we neared a stream. Scarlet tended to the horses while Little John and me moved a few feet away to talk.
“I’ve got the plans,” he said, handing me the parchment I gave the monk.
I unrolled it and studied the scrawled notes the monk had scribbled out next to the foreign words. -I squinted.
“What does it say, Robyn?” Little John leaned over my shoulder.
My heart sank as I finally made out the words. I lowered the parchment, my one path to stopping the assasination attempt fading away. And my hope went with it.
“Robyn?” Little John pressed again.
I couldn’t meet his eyes. I fumbled with the edges of the parchment, studied my callous hands, and did anything to avoid him. I knew he didn’t have the same wish that I did – knew he only followed me because it was my wish. But I wanted to prove to everyone – even him – that I was more than a thief. That I was more than just Robyn Hood.
“The monk said he couldn’t’ read the language.”
“Then we’ll find someone who can.”
I lifted my head and stared straight into this bright blue eyes. They held a fire to them that always amazed me. They never failed to find me, to see me. They had followed me since I first became an outlaw. They had never left my side since then.
“Did he give you a country it’s from?” Little John asked.
I nodded. “Leulnia.”
He shook his head. “Never heard of it.”
“I think it’s a small country to the south. I met someone once who used to live there. He said it was a dying country.”
“I think we know where to go next.”
“Are you sure you still want to do this?” I brushed a stray piece of brown hair from out of my eyes.
“Robyn Hood, I have followed you since you first invited me to join your band. Every journey you’ve gone down, I have walked alongside you. I don’t plan to break my record now.” He winked. “Besides. Who will be your knight?”
I playfully hit his shoulder. “The day I need a knight to save me will be the saddest day of my life.” But from the pit in my stomach, I feared that day was just around the corner.