Disclaimer: The characters of Will Scarlett and Hassim belong to whoever wrote 'Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves'. They do not belong to me in any way, shape or form...darn it!
Author's Note: This story is based on the film 'Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves' - the one with Kevin Costner, Christian Slater, Alan Rickman and Morgan Freeman. Now, on to the story!
We had one night until we stormed Nottingham's castle. Hah! 'Stormed!' Seven of us – including Fanny and the churchman. Okay, I've seen the other four fight, and I know what I'm capable of, but a woman? And a fat friar?
This is the kind of thing that makes me forget about Robin of the Hood, our leader, and remember Robin Locksley, rich boy. I'm scared we won't be able to pull this off – I'm scared we'll end up like those poor bastards over in out graveyard.
Most of all I'm scared of what will happen if we do, by some miracle, win. Robin – showered by the gratitude of the King – will forget all about me, and go off to play at being Lord of the Manor again. Then again, we're probably all going to die the minute we set foot in Nottingham, let alone the castle itself, so there's really no reason to worry about losing the only family I have left…
The only one I feel truly comfortable around is the Moor, Hassim. Robin, when he does meet my eyes, always looks at me with a mixture of pride, confusion and hope, while the others look at me with wary suspicion. I can't really blame them. After all, I only escaped Nottingham by plotting to kill Robin.
But the Moor…Hassim…looks at me with acceptance and understanding in his dark eyes. I can't live up to Robin's expectations, and Hassim knows it, but he also thinks that it's okay. That it's alright for me to fall short if I've tried.