Hello, everyone, welcome to Critique Corner’s story!!! So, we’re gonna let Maggie take over from here.
Hey everyone!!!! Thank you soooooo much for checking out this page, I hope you’ll let me know what you think in the comments. So, what you need to know: WHAT LAY BEYOND THE WOODS is a YA medieval reimagining of the classic tale of Robin Hood. There’s gonna be some big changes. So, instead of a snippet of stories I’ve written, I’ll be putting up a new chapter for my story every two weeks. You’ll need to read them in order, unless you want to be filled with confusion. It’s going to alternate like a novel. (So, exciting, right?) And I won’t keep them up indefinitely. It’ll probably be after a couple of months since it went up, it’ll be taken down. In case one day I ever choose to publish it. I hope you’ll join me in this wild ride. If you like the idea, please tell me in the comments below. Your comments really help tell me what you like to see and want more of.
Are you ready for the story of you lives. (Okay, I don’t think it’s gonna be EXACTLY like that since I’m not a Tolkien and all, but you get what I mean.)
Oooooh, big cover. Don’t you just LOVE it!!!!!
Okay time for the opening. Let’s dive on it.
In merry England in the time of old, when good King Henry the Second
ruled the land, there lived within the green glades of Sherwood Forest, near
Nottingham Town, a famous outlaw whose name was Robin Hood.
(The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle)
Now, my dear readers, I shall tell you the true tale of Robyn Hood and
how she uncovered a deadly plan to destroy the kingdom. However, it is not
the story you are expecting. For the true heroes are most unlikely indeed.
Sweat beaded off the man’s brow. The young woman before him may have been skilled and clever, but she didn’t have patience. And what little she might’ve had was being tested by this man. She leaned closer, noticing the way he slightly inched back.
“Who?” she asked again.
The man quickly looked at the large man towering behind her before returning his fear-filled hazel eyes to her. If he was more frightened of her partner than her, she was going to have to fix that.
“Who?” she barked. The man yelped and pushed against the stone wall. If he thought a question was that deadly, then he didn’t want to see the wrong end of her bow. The woman held her open palm out in her companion’s direction. He tossed a bag into it, the coins inside jingling to their own tune of merriment.
The woman dangled the bag in front of the man’s face, watching his eyes dance with the swaying of the bag. For the first time since she arrived, the man let a smile creep onto his scarred face.
“I’ll ask you one more time, who?”
The man looked around the stone chamber, probably calculating if the coins to add to his mounting treasure was worth it. He better take it before she had to blow the horn, always faithful by her side, three times.
He dropped his voice to a raspy whisper, that not even the rats scurrying close by could’ve heard. “The one with the ability to unlock that which is concealed.”
She huffed. “Name?”
The man’s eyes caught everything surrounding them, searching for any eavesdroppers. There weren’t any. Surely this man didn’t think she would come here if she thought someone would know, someone would see, and most importantly, if someone would hear.
“Rolfe.” The man turned his face downward. “That’s the name to look for.”
The woman almost stumbled. It couldn’t be true. The answer was right under her nose all along.
“Let’s go,” she called to her companion, not daring to look into his eyes as they climbed onto their horses. In a blink of an eye, the two disappeared as quickly as they came…off to Sherwood.