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Prussia: Robin Hood [1]

[A little variety to spice things up while I work on the Cinderella ball scene! Enjoy!]

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The outskirts of Sherwood Forest were restless that day, at least for the sheriff. What was once a peaceful getaway was now home to one of England's most notorious bandits, and it angered the sheriff to no end. Anytime he had the bandit within his grasp, the famed hero always slipped away and more often got away with barrels of tax money. This famed hero was none other than Robin Hood, and today he was in the mood for a little mischief. No matter how big of a price that Prince John put on his head, he just kept robbing the rich to feed the poor.

It was a small prank on the sheriff, really, perhaps a bit of sleight of hand, maybe. The details didn't matter all that much to the bandit, he was too busy cackling through the forest alongside his friend and brother, Little John, as a horde of soldiers followed suit. Arrows whizzed by their heads, both men narrowly dodging and weaving.

Eventually, the pair had run far enough out of sight to climb up a tree nearby, camouflaging themselves into the leaves. The soldiers scanned the area for a few moments, but finding no Robin Hood or Little John in their sights, they continued onward, oblivious to the two bandits hiding in the trees.

Robin Hood burst into a fit of giggles as he slumped against the wood to catch his breath. Little John did the same, though rather than chuckling with his brother, he burrowed his brows and scratched the back of his head.

"You know somezhing, Gilbert? You're taking too many chances," his brother, Ludwig, said sternly.

"Chances? You must be joking. Zhat was just a bit of a lark, Little John," the bandit teased.

His brother scoffed at the name those soldiers had branded him with. "Yeah? Take a look at your hat. Zhat's not a candle on a cake."

Gilbert took his hat off only to see an arrow shot straight through the center of it. "Hello! Zhis one almost had my name on it, didn't it?" 

Ludwig shook his head with a sigh while rubbing his eyes in frustration.

"Zhey're getting better, you know," Gilbert said matter-of-factly as he took out the arrow, "you've got to admit it. Zhey are getting better."

"The next time zhat sheriff will have a rope around our necks. Pretty hard to laugh hanging zhere, Gil," Ludwig said sternly to his brother as he watched the arrow in Gilbert's hat get tossed to the ground.

"Kesese! Zhe sheriff and his whole posse couldn't lift you off zhe ground," Gilbert joked, jabbing Ludwig's arm.

"You know something, Gil, I was just wondering..." Ludwig said, a bit hesitant, "are we good guys or bad guys? You know, zhis whole thing... robbing zhe rich to feed zhe poor?"

"Rob? Pshh... zhat's a naughty word. We never rob!" Gilbert assured his brother, "we're just sort of borrowing a bit from zhose who can afford it."

"Borrow? Huh. Boy, are we in debt..."

Gilbert chuckled at his brother before looking down beneath the branches to check to see if the soldiers were still there. To his surprise, not a soldier was in sight.

"Well, I say we should get into town," Gilbert said cheerfully, pulling out a hefty pouch of money, "it's tax day."

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In the old town of Nottingham, not very far at all, it was indeed tax day. The sheriff was busy making his rounds around town, scraping every penny he could out of the townsfolk. Happening the same day was a little boy's birthday. His mother had worked very hard that year to get him something, along with all of his siblings.