by Judy Peacock
Marion realized Robin was under a spell. Perhaps a remnant of the Druid ritual from the previous night. Then again, perhaps not. Seeing Little John and Tuck lying unconscious, she knew that Robin's strength would be too much for her alone. Praying that Tuck or Little John would wake up to help, Marion stepped closer to Robin but didn't move to touch him.
"Robin, please, snap out of it," she pleaded.
"Get out of my way. I must leave," he repeated in the same monotone.
As he started forward, Marion quickly sidestepped him. Without looking around, Robin headed out the door not slowing his pace.
Marion knew her best chance for helping Robin would be to make sure Little John and Tuck were okay and then all of them finding Olwyn. She felt certain he was the only one who could help them.
She ran over to Little John and shook him. "Little John, wake up. Little John!" she yelled.
Little John's eyes fluttered open. "What...? Where...?" he began to ask.
"Little John, Robin's gone. We've got to wake Tuck and go find Olwyn," said Marion as she headed over to Tuck. When she knelt down beside him, Tuck was already coming around.
"Where's Robin?" he asked rubbing the back of his head.
"Gone," Marion and John said together.
"We have to go after him," Tuck said as he headed toward the door. Marion stopped him.
"No Tuck. Something or someone has him under a spell. His eyes were glowing red. I think we better find Olwyn."
"I've got a better idea," Little John spoke up. "Why don't I track and follow Robin and you two find Olwyn."
"That's a great idea Little John," Tuck said, patting the gentle giant
on the shoulder. "Come on, Marion. We have a sorcerer to find."
"I've got him," cried Zoe as she jumped up from the dead tree she'd been sitting on. "Keith! Go meet him and bring him to us."
Keith turned and ran into the woods. Seconds later a howl pierced the night air. Elizabeth flung back her head and laughed, bearing her elongated canines. "This is going to be soooo delicious," she said.
"Control yourself, Elizabeth," said Shawn as he walked over to her and gently caressed her cheek. His own fangs glimmered in the firelight. "Remember we have to find Mortiana first. Then you can have your fun."
Jack stood up and said, "In the meantime, I think I'll go have some fun
of my own." He spread his arms and was gone in seconds.
Meanwhile . . .
Robin had walked out of the inn still in a trance. He walked to the edge
of the forest and stopped. A black wolf the size of a full grown pony
came walking up to Robin. It turned and headed back into the dark trees.
Robin followed closely behind it.
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