A different view on the Legend of Robin Hood. This time, it's the story of the ones that went through it, the ones who were important to the outlaw. Involves the normal characters, plus some of my own. Told in Robin's twin sister, Rena's, eyes. R&R no flames please.

For my RRA girls and my Emi.

Chapter 1: The Start

You would never guess how hard life can be, at least not until the worst challenges spiral out of control and hit you in the face. And what happens then? Well, it is easy enough to presume what happens next. Life is never the same again. That is how life was for us. Even though they all knew that the worst was over now though, everything was still in the debris. The story, the legend of my twin brother would be perennial. He after all, was the eminent brigand, Robin Hood.

I began slowly to come around to the area in front of me. Most everything in and around the castle was burnt. The sky was grey from all the smoke. But the worst thing from the aftermath was the smell. I closed my eyes, trying to shut everything out again. When I reopened them, I found my brother standing next to me. His light brown hair, his smooth, even tan skin, and his clothes had been blackened due to the smoke he had gone through trying to salvage things. I took his hand, feeling like a scared little girl. His blue, sparkling diamond eyes hit my forest green ones, assuring me that things were over. He took me into his arms for comfort, and I shut my eyes, flashbacking to how all this began.

I guess it could be said that this all started the day my brother had returned from the Holy Lands. But, if one wanted to be truly accurate, it all started the day the next generation of Locksley had been born. Robin and I, Rena Locksley had always had very strong beliefs. Robin however had always been over opinionated and stubborn. So really, it was no surprise to me what had happened.

There was a long hard knock on the door early one morning. I woke up and quickly headed to go and answer it. My brother had just returned from the war two days prior, and I knew he would still be in need of rest. I opened the door, and a cool gust of wind hit me. It swiftly moved around the lace of my green night gown. I looked up and my eyes hit the midnight black eyes of the sheriff’s right hand, Guy of Gisborne. He leaned into the door frame, with his leather jacket rippling his muscles. He was eyeing me with a small smirk, as if he were trying to win me over. My father had admonished him before, but it had been years ago, before his death.

“Sir Guy,” I said, keeping my mind full of circumspect. I kept my eyes on him, wondering why he had come here this morning. He looked cumbersome, like there was something he had come for, but he was debating on telling me or not. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He smiled. This was not an erratic response; I had given him a reason to believe I was glad he was here. And in all truth of the matter, I wished that he was far from my home.

“My lady,” he replied, breaching his silence, “you look rather comely this morning,” he added, reaching out to touch my raven strands of hair that moved around in the wind. He took a strand of it and tucked it gently behind my ear. I realized he was in no hurry to be terse to his point, and was being unbridled over his emotions.

“Sir Guy, it is barely the start of the day, I would very much appreciate it if you would abridge this meeting,” I said, trying to remain calm. His rough hand moved away from my face, and he opened his mouth to speak once again.

“There is a dilemma at hand, my Lady,” he began, his eyes still coming over me as if I were a piece of meat. “Your brother has relinquished his title and became an outlaw. In the early hours of today, he broke out three men convicted of pilfering.” I stood there, taking in what had just been said. Guy’s face was one of victory, as if he had been the one to ensure my brother losing his lands. I, however, knew my brother would not have been dissolute. The men had stolen for their families; it was just the way things were now. Anyone convicted of stealing had done it in order to feed their families or their selves. I snapped out of it when he started to make jeer comments at my brother. “He was extremely foolish,” he finished, changing the way he had presented his word choice when he caught my look. I became irate with Guy, tired of having this man here in front of me telling me of my brother’s stupid decisions, when it was the corrupted law he was trying to fix.

“I can understand why his actions would upset you,” I said, concluding my thoughts. I could tell that he was somewhat testing me. “I can assure you, Sir Guy, I am against my brother,” I added. He still didn’t seem convinced. “I denounce him as anything but a brigand to me.” Still, he did not change his look at me. He took a step closer to me.

Guy grabbed my shoulders, pressing me against the door. He held me there, a very serious look in his eyes. “Let me protect you,” he said, leaning into me. “Let me keep him from you,” another inch closer. “Let me, love you,” he finished, closing the gap between us. I felt nothing as he kissed me, drawing me more and more into him. When he let go of me, I took a small step back, but he still had his hand in mine.

“Sir Guy, I need time to take in that my twin has just been named an outlaw. Please allow me the space to deal with it on my own,” I emphasized the alone, making sure he understood I need to be separated from his presence. He took a step back.

“Of course, Lady Rena,” he finished, turning around and heading back to his black stallion. He looked at me and smiled, his eyes filled as if he just had victory. “Just remember what I said.” He turned around and rode back off towards Nottingham. I quickly ran towards the stables. I had to go and speak to my brother about this.