Scarlet

I think I might have hit my head. Either that, or I got way too much to drink.

I was thinking about my knives like their human. They aren't.

"Hey Rob?"

"Yeah, Scar?"

"Would you start Dave on archery after he come back, and just wondering, how much did you give me to drink?"

Everything's spinning.

"No, and I gave you about 2 pints."

That's a lot to drink. No wonder I feel all dizzy and weird and thinking about my knives like their human. That just might explain. I don't normally drink hardly at all.

"Oh dear God, no wonder I feel like crap and that I might pas out. You tried to destroy my liver."

Suddenly, I realized he said no to teaching Dave.

"Why did you say no to teaching archery? He needs to learn it. We've only got 2 weeks."

"I know. I can't leave you though. I don't trust you to calmly lay here doing nothing, and on the off chance someone found you here, you couldn't fight."

What the Hell? He's telling me what to do, and I don't like it. I don't let people tell me what to do. I decide for myself.

"I could fight, and you're right, I won't just lay here. There are things to do, and I can't just lay here." I yell at him.

"Yeah well, if you want to fight and be yourself again, you better do as I say!!" He yelled at me, obviously agitated. Rob hardly ever yells. I guess I really did piss him off.

Just.

Great.

I'm stuck here alone with a grumpy Rob who won't let me do anything. I mean, ok sure my head feels like Hell, and stitches hurt, and about a zillion other things, but that doesn't matter. What matters is having Dave ready for the castle. I've got about 2 weeks. 2 weeks to turn Dave into a spy. Maybe I should've just had someone else go in, someone who knows what the bloody Hell they're doing.

But I can't do that. We'd be recognized. I'd be noticed, definitely Rob, John, Much, even Godfrey. Dave is the only one not known to be in our band.

That's why he's the only safe choice.

I just have to hope he can fight.

"Here."

I jump, but it's just Rob handing me some food. I guess it's lunch time already.

"Thanks. The rest of the band outta be coming, right?"

"Yeah, they'll be coming for lunch."

"Good. I need to find out how Dave is doing and I want to start him on fist fighting with John."

"Well, just find out at lunch."

"I was going to."

I sarcastically answer. Geez, what'd I do?

He just huffs and rolls his eyes while muttering

"Women. Why are they so damn stubborn?"

"I heard that!!" I snap at him.

He just rolls his eyes again, before huffing and rather pointedly turning away.

This is going to be a wonderful week.

I rather pointedly turn my head, ignoring my throbbing side. I reach for my knives. I haven't sharpened them in a few days. I grab a knife and my sharpening stone, and start gently sharpening the blade, until it's deadly sharp. I do the same to the others.

After a couple hours, my set of 8 knives are all sharp. Sharp to the point of severe injury and death, which is just how I like my knives to be.

After all, isn't that bow everyone likes their knives?

A dull knife is pretty useless, really. You can't cut with it, you can't fight. Then again, cutting someone with a dull knife is a lot slower but much more painful. You can't cause as much damage though.

Is something wrong with me? I think so. What 18 year old girl is an outlaw, breaks most laws, breaks every rule there is about being a lady, pretends to be a boy, and day dreams about fighting?

A seriously messed up girl, that's who.

A scarred girl like me day dreams about fighting and the benefits of dull and sharp knives. I wasn't always like this. I used to be a girl who was rather independent, which is a problem, but not law breaking.

I used to be a girl who wore dresses, would never dream of wearing pants, would never dream of being what I am now.

Then stuff happened, and here I am now, 6 years later.

A/N Hey there!! Sorry it's been so long, I've been really busy. I've had no time to write and no inspiration. Well, I hope you liked this. I know it's really short, but I wanted to give you all something until I can write more. love you!