Taking the letter and equipping the weapons passed down to him, Micah could not contain this pent up rage inside him. He bit his lip to keep him from speaking up, splitting his lip. "With respect, Princess," he began, staring at her sharply. "What if our 'legacy' isn't to be a bandit? We're only here because you and the other fairies have never let us leave. We are not bandits by choice. What if, god forbid, that I wanted to be a baker or a carpenter or a friar. Just because Robin Hood's blood run through my veins does not mean I want this life. All this time I've just done what was expected of me to keep everyone safe." Micah erupted, spitting with every plosive sound, his body trembling.<br/>"Micah, calm yourself," Lucinda cooed.<br/>"No," he interjected, glaring at the fairy. "I am done with you telling me what to do." He turned back to the Princess. "You made me wait over fifteen years to hear about my father and now you expect me to go to war? You expect me to lead them? They might be decent bandits in this forest but they are not warriors. They are children with pointy sticks and I am not sending them to die."<br/>Micah collected his breath and steadied himself. His cheeks burned as he felt everyone's astonished gaze on him, but for that moment he did not care. He climbed over the bandits on the carpet and rushed to the door, there he turned back to the room and waited for a moment. "Come on Haley, we're leaving."