Author's Note: It's been years, hasn't it? How are you? (If you are still here). To anyone new just discovering this story: Hi! Waves

I wanted to write this quick note to thank you all guys for your support through the years, and to let you know that this story has been fully rewritten and is being published! Yay! I had left just the one chapter here as a memory of the previous story, and to remind myself how far I've come in my craft (the rest I've deleted from this site, but it will soon be available again, so no worries). I am uploading the new chapters right now. The book, when it's published, will be called "Everything I Do" by M. C. Frank (that's me!)

If you're interested, all info will be on my website (the exact publication date and how to get your FREE copy!) I plan on posting a few of your reviews on the amazon page of the book as a thank you. I hope that's ok, and if not you can let me know by pm, and I'll remove you.

Thank you so much to EVERYONE, this book exists only because of all of you, because you read it, loved it and reviewed it. I love you and I hope you will follow Robin and the princess' old and new adventures! All your beloved characters are here, plus one or two new ones. A few surprise twists have been added to the story, and I can't wait to share it with all of you. Here is a brand new chapter. I hope you adore this improved version as much as I do. And if you've not read the old version, I hope you love the new one!

(Keep in mind that I have only edited these chapters myself, they haven't been beta-read yet, so forgive me for any mistakes.) Don't forget to review and rate! Thank you!

Chapter 1: The Boy

The boy who wasn't a boy woke up slowly, feeling disoriented.

He was lying down on what appeared to be a torture device, made of needles and sharp knives, the sun was in his eyes, his whole body on fire.

"Oh, you're awake, then!" a voice cried happily next to the boy's-who wasn't a boy-head.

"I'll murder you," the boy-not-boy tried to say, with a tongue thick as molasses.

"Easy now," the happy voice chirped infuriatingly. A cool hand cupped the boy-not-boy's neck, sending a hellish shower of pain. "You've been ill, boy."

Well, you don't say, the boy-not-boy wanted to say, but couldn't.

He felt his eyelids drooping, and sleep begin to pull him under. Maybe it would be better to sleep some more. Before his skin exploded into a million ashes from pain. Before he did something stupid, like murder the owner of the happy voice.

Or say something even more stupid.

Something like...

I'm not a boy.

When next the boy who was a girl woke up, there were stars blinking above her head. Her body felt heavy, her mind lethargic, her limbs numb, but not painful.

There were more stars above her head than was possible. Maybe she'd finally died and gone to heaven. Maybe she'd suffered enough. They'd told her she'd be hit, probably by an arrow, but she not that she'd descend into hell.

But this wasn't hell.

A soft breeze cooled her sweating brow, and her aching head was lying on the softest pillow of grass. That was much better than the needles she lay on before. Or had she? Maybe that had been a dream. Up above, a sliver of the moon was filtered through a cloud of leaves, framing the night sky. Such nights existed only in dreams, it was true, yet the smells of fresh grass, the mild dew on her skin, it all felt real.

Or maybe she was dead, for there was no rational explanation for this paradise she found herself in. One part of her screamed, no, this wasn't supposed to end in death. At least not my death. But another part of her... Felt relieved. It was finally over. The pain, the dread, the injustice. Over.

At last, peace. She closed her eyes again.