To each legend there is a beginning and an end; the tales of Robin Hood are no exception. He emerged not fully grown both in image and character from these inked pages of parchment. Rather, was molded by the rough hand of experience.

Throughout the dawning of childhood years he'd make Sherwood forest his own, shared only with a mischievous sprite of a girl he called friend -- and her name was to be Marian.

But ere destines wings might unfurl he needs first tread those perilous depths of youth whence those times come where one need determine their hearts truth and remain steadfast against the sway of mortal sins.

Indeed -- secreted within these parchment pages are the beginnings of he who in time becomes the man of legend; these are the chronicles of Young Robin.