These drabbles were written for a rosfic_forum challenge.
Thanks to herne24 for her betas.
1. I swear I had written the gist of this before avictoriangirl posted her drabble:
Herne's Sons! The similarities are coincidence.
Three Stars
The outlaws were sitting or lying on the fresh grass, bathing in the warm spring sunshine. Marion lifted her face to the translucent curtain of light falling around her.
Spring. That was when her first lover had come to her. Robin of the dark hair and eyes: a comet blazing a fire trail through the night.
Now Robin of the blue mist eyes, with the green leaf light in his hair, smiled his soft smile. Her fair lover: the constant morning star.
She was a far cold star: her heart frozen with fear of loving and losing again.
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2 & 3. In my fic Meg joined the outlaws.
Dreams in the Fire
What do the outlaws dream of around the fire at night?
Does Will remember Elana and hold fast to his blood thirst?
Does Nasir dream of his homeland of heat haze and endless horizons?
Does Much see the faces of his dead father and brother in the lapping flames?
Does Tuck dream of cloister and comfort, long forsaken?
Meg and John see their own happiness and hug the warmth.
What does Robin dream of? What does Herne’s Son dream in flame light and shadow? What does he search for in the amber heart of the fire?
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3. I was feeling morbid when I wrote this one.
The Third Twilight
The outlaws had planned to ambush a wealthy prelate. They had been gone three days and two nights; they hadn’t returned.
The fire had died. A pall of wood smoke hung over the campsite. She hugged her fear and rising panic around her with her furs.
Twilight came softly: the ghost of the day and the shadow of night. They were standing around the cold hearth. Her friends had come back before dark. Robin and her beloved John took her hands and gently lifted her to her feet; Meg followed them over the threshold of the night.
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I wrote a sequel to Dreams in the Fire
I've had a go at continuing my Dreams in the Fire drabble.
Thanks to herne24 for her excellent beta and her encouragement.
Dreams in the Fire Part 2
Robin is young. He dreams of love and passion. He muses on the impossible: peace, freedom and plenty for all. He keeps the past at bay; the present weighs on his shoulders. His hopes are for tomorrow and, then, the day after.
He searches in the deep heart of the fire for what he has lost. Between his father’s expectations and Herne’s demands he once had his own life. He searches in the flames for the hopes and dreams of Robert of Huntingdon. In the grey remains of the morning they are utterly lost.
The following two were neither beta'd nor posted.
Rescue
The sun through the trees falls on the back of the one before me.
The dust of the road cloaks the two beside me.
On my back is the shadow of the one behind me.
I walk with my hands bound before me.
In the sky the sun’s corona burns a noose above me.
Arrows singing like the stars strike the men beside, behind and before me.
“This way, Will,” Robin calls.
He cuts me loose. I take my sword back.
I run with my friends, beside, ahead and behind me, into the shelter of the trees, freedom before me.
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Illusion
Marion’s eyes were as open as the cloudless sky and the colour of the clear running stream bright with swimming sunlight. Her hair was an aureole of copper and russet, swirling in the breeze. She looked at him with her sparkling face and smiled. He stepped towards her, reaching his hands out to her, longing to kiss and hold her.
Clouds smothered the sun. The pale grey sky in the water reflected Marion turning away.
“How could you do this to me!” Robin shouted, throwing stones in the stream to shatter the illusion. The splinters cut him to the heart.
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