Author: Emrys Is Merlin PM
Sir John has finally located Lord Devereux and plans to bring him back to execute him. Can Deedee save her father with Swiftnick's help before he's hanged, and will she also be able to keep her secret? What I imagine the series finale would have been.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure/Friendship - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,454 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 06-29-12 - Published: 02-04-12 - id: 7803665
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A/N: Hey guys, so I'm really sorry that I haven't updated in a long time. I hope this makes up for it. :D
The forest of Daroul was dark and mysterious as a lone carriage travelled down one of its main roads. A bright lamp swung silently at the carriage's side, rocked by the movement of two grey horses that were in the front, pulling. An old driver sat at the reigns, his tired eyes constantly searching the path, making certain that their path was clear and safe. Although it was nearing midnight, he would not stop or rest because the items in his carriage were far more important. He was told that the most important was a letter addressed to Sir John Snakelaw of Devereux Castle. He though, personally thought that the gold was better.
As he road deeper into the heart of the forest, he began to have a strange feeling that he might never reach his destination with his precious cargo. He was soon to be proven right when the horses whinnied nervously and he looked at the road to find a figure standing in the middle of the path. He pulled sharply on the reigns, causing the horses to stop a hundred metres in front of the figure.
"Good evening." The figure called out cheerily, stepping into the light created by the lamp. Although the driver did not recognise the voice, he knew of the mask, costume and sword instantly.
"Swiftnick." The driver snarled. Of course it was his luck to run into the famous outlaw Swiftnick, especially with his carriage. He just hoped that his gang wasn't with him.
"Oh there's no need to be cold." Swiftnick smiled. "All I want is what you have in your carriage."
"All we want, Swiftnick." A feminine voice called to him. The driver looked behind himself and saw the two other members of Swiftnick's gang stepping forward.
"It doesn't matter." Swiftnick said. Suddenly, the old driver realised how young the famous Swiftnick must be. Probably only a teenager. However, his thoughts were interrupted when one of them sat next to him.
"Is there any gold in the back?" His young voice asked him, happily.
"Moses!" Swiftnick called to him. "If you look in the back of the carriage, you'll find out."
"Oh okay." Moses grinned and he jumped off the side.
The female rolled her eyes and followed after him while Swiftnick remained in front of the old driver.
"Why are you robbing me, Swiftnick." He asked.
"We're not robbing you. We're robbing Sir John. Nothing personal to you." He replied.
"But why?" The driver asked again and this time Swiftnick paused before answering.
"To continue a family business, earn a living and … to impress someone." He replied simply, looking towards the back of the carriage.
The driver was about to ask who would be impressed by something like this when the other boy yelled out to Swiftnick.
"Swiftnick! Come and look at all the gold."
Swiftnick was silent for a moment, his eyes twinkling as he decided whether or not he should see. The old driver's eyes were trained upon him to see what he would do.
"I can't Moses. I'm watching the driver." Swiftnick finally decided.
"Come on." The voice whined. "What's he going to do?"
Swiftnick bit his lip and looked at the driver who pretended to seem too old and innocent to run or fight. Swiftnick seemed to make up his mind.
"I'm coming." He called and ran to the back.
As soon as he was out of sight, the old driver pulled out his sword and crept along the side of the carriage. He had heard stories that Swiftnick and his gang were even better sword-fighters than Sir John's guards. However, he had trained with swords when he younger and he wasn't going to let this cargo leave him or get stolen. As he was about to go round to the back though, a sword appeared at his throat and he froze.
"Told you so." The female said, lowering the tip of her sword to his chest.
"Whatever, Moses, go tie him up." Swiftnick said, turning back to the open carriage.
"Wait, why do I have to?" Moses protested, pulling rope out of his pocket.
"One: I told you to. Two: You're the one with the rope." Swiftnick said and Moses nodded in understanding.
"Here we go. Hands together please." He said, tying the rope around the driver's hands.
In a couple of minutes, the old man was tied up and most of the gold from the carriage was taken.
"Swiftnick, why don't we just take the carriage?" The female asked. She had sat on top of the carriage the entire time, watching in amusement as Swiftnick and Moses packed as much gold as possible onto one of the grey horses they were taking and onto themselves.
"Well then how is the old man supposed to get home? We can't just leave him in the middle of the forest." He replied, sticking some more gold coins into his pockets.
"Actually we can." She said, jumping down. The old man looked on in fear, wondering what they were going to decide.
"We're not. Now come and help." He told her.
The driver watched as she climbed into the back. Her eyes passed over the golds with a trained eye, easily choosing the more expensive jewels. He guessed you would know if you were an outlaw. However, he realised that she seemed to know more than the others.
She was about to leave the carriage when she saw a small, locked box. She seemed to recognise it and hastily put it in her jacket before getting out.
"Alright Swiftnick. Let's go. We've been here for long enough." She said, swinging up onto the grey horse and riding away.
"Hey I want to go on it too." Moses called, running after her.
Swiftnick gave the old driver one last glance.
"Please be sure to give Sir John my regards." He grinned and then left the old man alone and tied up in the middle of the forest, his cargo gone.