A man larger than life,
The muscle of the group
Long haired, scruffy.
Your weapon of choice
A tall dense wooden staff
But, you weren’t always like that
You weren’t always an outlaw
You had a wife,
A son
A family
You became an outlaw,
Dead to the world
To your wife,
Your son
A son who would grow up
Not knowing he had a father
You never dared to go back
For fear
Of harm towards your family
You remained in the forest
So your family could have a better life
Every day became a good day to die
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Author:
woodkatie28 (
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- Category: Fable
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Comments1
I like the way you have romanced with this character bringing to him a depth previously overlooked in his mostly two dimensional portrayal.
Though mythical, like the Arthurian legend, these tales hold the elements of nobility and decency we like to think are sewn into the Brit personna.
A most enjoyable piece.
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