A cool breeze flew through the greenwood, Sherwood Forest. Twilight was beginning to set in. Robin of Locksley sat high in the trees watching all of the outlaws eat and prepare for night; most were already asleep. After his marriage to Maid Marian, Richard The Lionheart had left once again for the crusades leaving his country open again for an overtaking of the throne.
Robin had been somewhat surprised that a new tyranny forced him to return to his old ways of an outcast, in the refuge of the woods. His men had rebuilt a new place in Sherwood, one that was not so easy to attack. As the sun began to set he looked up to another tree and saw his brother, Will Scarlett, sitting as he was. Will hadn't always been the warmest brother to Robin; no one could blame Will for being that way. Surely as it was though Will was growing closer by the day to the one who he thought had ruined his life.
Marian slept soundly in the tree hut behind him. Robin watched as John Little and his wife Fanny tucked in seven of their kids (Wulf was sitting by the fire with Bull.)
" Does not Robin Hood sleep?" a cheeky voice said from somewhere above him. Robin looked up and saw Will sitting on a bough of the English oak.
" As much as you do not see it, I have grown up and am married. Does Will Scarlett not sleep?" Robin countered him. Will began to daunt, "Is the Robin Hood in a fight with the Maid Marian?"
"Will Scarlett, you are the most confounded brother a man could have. Where does your mind ever come to think up such strange and farfetched things? Your mind frightens me,"
" Beg for mercy against my mind, then!" Will laughed swinging around the bough so that he faced Robin upside down.
" You are quite a fool, Will Scarlett, quite a fool." Robin said ending with a yawn.
"You are not fighting against the lady Marian then?"
" Of course not!" Robin yawned. "I fear that I must go silently to your wishes and sleep." Robin got up looked down as the candle in Johns house went out, and then he turned to Will. "I bid you a good night and a peaceful rest."
"You too, mate." Will said before swinging his feet down and walking across the bridge to his small room in the trees. Robin stood and smiled to himself as Will half walked, half skipped in his own merry little way. With one last glance at the forest around him he turned and went into the small house.
Will waited until Robin was inside and his candle extinguished before he climbed the tree above his lodgings. He climbed until his head broke the top of the trees. He tied some wood together to make a small seat; it was where he went all the time to think.
Will often thought of Robin's kindness even though in the beginning Robins selfishness towards his own father put Will and his mother out on the street again. Will had never told Robin but Robin in his own way killed Will's mother. Her grief and sadness was the end of her. Ever since then Will hated Robin and The Lord Locksley. Will saw it as they murdered his mother.
Since then Will was forced to steal to live. No one would take him in, being that since his mother seemed to have no husband they thought badly of her. Many had tried to stone him for this. One time he actually defended himself, and accidentally killed a man. Ever since then he hated himself for the blood that ran in his veins.
The murder had of course made him an outlaw. No scars had ever come to his body before Robin. Will took his glove off and just stared for a few moments at the scar just below his middle finger, where Robin put an arrow through it.
That finger was permanently damaged. This prevented him from doing many things. Whenever he thought of this, his mind traveled to all the scars on his stomach and back he received while Robin was leading the horde of men that took him in.
His hatred for Robin at that point was so fierce that he wanted to kill robin himself. Then Robin swore to stand by him till the end. He remembered when the cold steel of his own death blade was up against his neck, and thinking where was Robin then? At that point Will saw the look on Robin's face. All of the pity and sorrow of seeing his own blood about to die shown through his eyes, and then the executioner fell with a flaming arrow through his head. Robin saved his life even though Will had intended at first to take his.
Will was up most of the night thinking about such things, then on his small seat he fell asleep.
A/N: Poor Will. I know this isn't really the first time this was put out but I needed to move it to a new name thing, so I love You for reading it. I hope to see you back in the next chapters.