Hiya. This is the rewritten version of 'Sister of An Outlaw', because I felt that the writing was of poor quality and it didn't really make me interested in what I was writing. In my opinion, you can tell whether a writer really enjoys the story they're writing by how they write, and I didn't feel that the original was my best efforts. So I decided to rewrite it and make it more interesting.

It's still essentially the same story and Charlotte is still the same character, it's just changed around a bit. If you read Sister of An Outlaw, then you'll be able to tell the difference in the start. For one, I've expanded a lot more (this whole chapter) on life before Robin returned and I've also added bits from my one time filler chapter in, because I think that the whole chapter was pointless and I really didn't enjoy writing it.

Anyway, I hope you like it and if you haven't read Sister of An Outlaw, I might keep it up for a bit so you can compare the two. Hopefully, you think that this is better. I know I do.

Disclaimer: I don't own Robin Hood BBC, but I do own Charlotte.

Reviews are nice, because they make my day.

Amelli: Sarah, shut up and get on with the story.

Ok, ok, I'm shutting up!

Eighteen year old Charlotte Elanor Locksley sat in her room in Locksley Manor, embroidering a handkerchief and wishing to escape from her life. She pushed strands of caramel brown hair from her heart shaped face and gazed out of the window through chocolate brown eyes at the sky. She sighed.

It had been five years since her older brother Robin had gone to war in the Holy Land and Charlotte had missed him every day. For a year, she had received constant letters from him, a seemingly never ending stack of letters. Then one day, nothing came. No letter at all. Four years of silence.

This had, of course coincided with a change of Sheriff. The old one had been Sir Edward of Knighton, an old friend of Charlotte and Robin's parents. But the new one was no friend of Charlotte's and she certainly was no friend of his. He raised taxes and did not care for anyone but himself.

The new Sheriff had not been the only change in Nottingham. The Sheriff had appointed a man called Guy of Gisbourne to look after the Locksley estates and this had only increased Charlotte's frustration at not being able to do anything. Every day, she had to sit down, like a good little girl, do some embroidery (The manor was now covered in embroidered items), read the same book over and over again, and then she was finally allowed to go out for a couple of hours. She always counted down the hours until she could get out of the manor, get out of Gisbourne's presence, get out of the restricting life she lived.

The hours out was usually spent with her best friend Will Scarlett, the son of Locksley's carpenter, who was the same age as her, or with Lily, a girl who was a year older than Charlotte and taught her how to use knives, cartwheel, do back flips and front flips, climb trees without getting her clothes dirty and to always bring leggings with her when she came to practise. This had ended when Lily was killed in a riot three years ago. Charlotte and Will had just managed to escape unscathed.

The time was spent having running races, climbing trees, practising with weapons, helping out with families in the village and generally having fun. Charlotte would teach Lily and Will to read and write and they would help her relax. One time, they all lay down in the grass on the hill overlooking Locksley and watched the clouds, pointing out interesting shapes. Charlotte was never bored when she was with them.

Charlotte would always win at running and climbing, but nobody could make her laugh like Lily could. Every day, there was always some new joke that she had been told. And nobody could make anything out of wood like Will could. One day he'd make a bow, the next he'd make a box. Charlotte never knew what to expect him to make.

Lily had been like a sister to Charlotte, but she wasn't sure of her feelings towards Will. She'd always liked him, and he had always liked her, but lately, she had found that there was something else about him that she wasn't quite sure of. It wasn't anything bad; but it felt like something that wasn't friendship.

After, it was more embroidery, more reading the book and then food and usually listening to Gisbourne's droning voice telling her more rules, more things that the Sheriff wanted. There was also Charlotte's teacher to consider. She was a small, plump woman who stayed at the manor with Charlotte as the years went by. To be truthful, her teacher had been a mixed blessing. On one hand, she was never alone with Gisbourne, but on the other, Charlotte's teacher was a perfectionist. Every word had to be perfectly spelt, every stitch had to be perfectly sewn, every arrow had to be dead on target. Shooting arrows was never a challenge, as both Charlotte and Robin had inherited a talent for archery from their mother, Grace. Charlotte had also inherited her mother's looks, but her eyes belonged her father, Alexander.

What neither Gisbourne nor her teacher had ever known, was that at night, Lady Marian of Knighton, daughter of the old sheriff, and her had dressed up as the Nightwatchmen and given food and medicine to the poor. It was some comfort, just to know that she was helping, even though they didn't know who she was. Gisbourne had always been forbidden to enter her room and her teacher paid no attention to her, once her lessons had finished.

Charlotte had also been taught how to use a sword, but she never used it as one of the Nightwatchmen. In truth, the only weapons she loved were the bow and the knife. Lily had taught her to use knives and in a few years, Charlotte was better than her and some of the knife masters in Nottingham. Lily had also taught her to fight unarmed, both against someone with a weapon and someone without a weapon. Charlotte had learned both styles quickly and could soon beat Lily every time.

When Charlotte turned eighteen, Gisbourne had to remove himself from Locksley. Charlotte was deemed capable enough to look after the estates, but with guidance from Gisbourne and the Sheriff. Finally, there was no more listening to Gisbourne, keeping her head down, reading the same book, and embroidering every single item in the manor. Charlotte's teacher left, but Charlotte gave her money to go and make a new life outside of Nottingham.

As Charlotte remembered the most boring times of her life, she heard a soft whistle and a pebble sailed through the open window and clattered on to the floor. She picked up the pebble with a smile and went to the window to see the owner of the pebble.

Yes, I know it's short, but I have a test tomorrow and I need to study more. :-P Anyway, review!

Luv Sarah