Action: Part 9

Action: Part 8

Action: Part 7

Action: Part 6

Action: Part 5

Action: Part 4

Action: Part 3

Action: Part 2

Action: Part 1

Action: Part 9

Voice sat Equal down and Amnesty rushed to get him a warm bowl of food. Before she gave it to him, I sprinkled it with the ground herbs to make him stronger for the journey back to the village. He ate it hungrily and we all looked at each other in delight.

“He walked from just outside here all the way to that house with the tiger on the door, you know the one?” Liberty asked. I nodded. It was about a quarter of a mile. I grinned inwardly, I was overjoyed to have helped Equal. He seemed to read my mind. “Thank you, Empathy.” he said “You helped save my life. You will have to be a nurse to some of the people injured in this horrible battle we are fighting. They could do with some medical care, a lot of them. Some people are so sick, but the doctors cannot get to them, it is too dangerous. We have tried to help, but none of us are any good at all.” “I will try.” I promised and I meant it.

That evening I sat up late, crushing different herbs into powders and putting them in little cloth bags. The strong, scented, bitter smells filled the room. Everyone fell asleep fairly quickly, even I nodded off with my hand full of herbs.

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Action: Part 8

Action: Part 8

I was glad that I was going with my Father’s blessing and I was glad he had told me the truth about my Mother. I now felt her looking down on me now, a smiling angel with thick, black hair like mine.

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Father had given me a photo too. It was of my Mother, arms outstretched to the sky, and a sea of happy, cheering people below her. I tucked it into an inside pocket of the long, green, silk coat I wore. This too had been my Mother’s and it was beautiful. With loads of pockets sewn into it, it trailed to just below my waist. It was cool and flowing and suitable for the mission ahead.

Voice walked beside me, back to the room where the others waited. We walked in silence, each deep in thought.

When we entered the room all three of them pounced on me. “Well, what did he say? Are you coming? Was he happy? Sad? Angry? Come on, Empathy, tell us?” So I sat down and told them everything, about my Mother, my Father’s feelings and I even told them about Rami and our secret midnight meeting and sweet little Kamma. I showed them the photo of my activist Mother and explained about my new attire.

“Wow Empathy!” Liberty breathed “To think your own Mother was just what we are trying to be! She’d be proud of you.” “Yeah.” Equal agreed.

Amnesty didn’t say anything, just sat looking at me with wonder and understanding. I silently thanked her, as hearing about my Mother had made me feel very emotive and I knew Amnesty was trying to comfort me as best she could.

We all talked for a while about the future and our plans and hopes and dreams. Then Equal unexpectedly decided that he felt strong enough the walk a little ways and would like to see the sky for a while. Liberty and Voice went with him and, as I was feeling quite drained, I stayed behind and Amnesty stayed too.

We went about our own business for a while, I sat on my rug, grinding some herbs for Equal. Amnesty crouched over a tiny cooking fire in the corner, stirring a pot of stew.

After a while she ladled some into a mug and brought it over to me, I nodded my head in gratitude. She sat down beside me and began fumbling around with her shirt. After a moment she reached inside and pulled out a necklace. It was a mini gold hand, hanging on a golden chain. It was decorated with patterns, swirls and bumps.

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Amnesty pulled it from around her neck and held it in her hand. “This is my protection necklace.” she whispered. “It was given to me by my Great Grandmother who was from North Africa. It will protect me from evil.” she tucked it back inside her shirt. “It’s pretty.” I told her. Amnesty smiled proudly.

Liberty skipped through the door, followed by Voice carrying Equal. “He did it!” she laughed “He walked!”

 

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Action: Part 7

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Action: Part 4

Action: Part 3

Action: Part 2

Action: Part 1

I hesitated before I stepped inside my Father’s throne room the next day, but Voice was by my side and it made me feel a lot better. I glanced doubtfully at the somewhat shabby, black shirt Amnesty had lent me, it was much too big and the leggings were rolled up at my ankles. The blue scarf around my head hid my long, thick hair from view.

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Voice smiled at me and I took courage from that smile. Drawing back the curtain, I walked boldly in, head high, Voice close behind. “Hello Sita! Oh, and one of our honourable guests too! I’m glad you’ve met!” Voice and I exchanged a look.

“Father,” I advanced towards him. “what do you want me to become? What is your ambition for me?” My Father seemed quite surprised. “Why, my daughter, what a strange question. I want you to become whatever you wish to be. I want you to be happy and content, wherever that leads you. Why?” “I believe in destiny, Father, and I believe that I have found mine. I may be young, but I know what my path is. As soon as Equal is well. Action leaves and I leave too, part of them. The path I have chosen is dangerous, but it is the right one. I love you, Father, and I am sorry to leave you, but with Action is where I belong and where I can fly. I hope you understand.” I bowed my head as my eyes began to flood with tears, Voice laid a hand on my shoulder.

When my Father finally spoke, it was choked and full of emotion. “Young man, will you give us a moment, please?” he asked “Of course, sir.” Voice walked out and I felt myself gazing after him. “Sita,” he began. “I have changed my name to Empathy.” I interrupted gently. “Empathy.” he pondered it for a moment. “Good choice. The ability to share and understand the feelings of others.” “Yes” I murmur.

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“Empathy, I need to tell you something, something I should have told you before perhaps. It’s about your Mother.” My eyes opened wide. I knew little about her. She died soon after my birth, of a disease.  She had been one of the most beautiful women in the world. I had seen photos to prove it too.

“Your Mother had the cleverest mind of any person I ever met and she used it for good as well.  She was quick with words and she knew how to empower people, to ignite something inside them, to set them free. And she did. My word, she did. She was loved by her people all over the land for her encouraging speeches, for her generosity, her work for every person to have a happy life. She was a campaigner, Empathy, a protester, a human rights activist. And you take after her, my daughter. Nothing could make me more happy.” I did my best not to cry, but isn’t that what life’s about? Crying and laughing.

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Action: Part 6

Action: Part 6

Action: Part 5

Action: Part 4

Action: Part 3

Action: Part 2

Action: Part 1

I spent that night curled up on a rug beside Amnesty. All of Action fell asleep quickly, but I lay awake for hours, thinking about my decision and where my life was going to take me. It wasn’t that I was unsure of my choice, I was never surer of anything, ever, it was just that it was a big thing for a Princess to become an activist and I was worried what my Father would say. I loved my Father dearly, but I believed that I had to leave him. I hoped he would understand. He was a good Father, a good King, a good person. I’d wouldn’t miss anyone else at the Palace, or maybe a couple….

Slowly I rose to my feet and pulled my dress closer around me, I reached for the cloak Action had given me earlier, as the cold desert night had drawn in.

Creeping silently across the room and under the curtain, I was in the dark, shadowy street. Quietly and briskly I walked down the conjoined avenues and alleyways that made up the city.

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Gradually the houses became smaller and shabbier. The paintwork peeling and cracked.  I was close to my destination. Finally I turned down a little path between two dirty houses bathed by moonlight and ended up in a courtyard. I looked towards the far left hand corner and saw a large tent like contraption. It was made of plastic sheets and threadbare rugs, bits of wood and metal bars. Bags and piles of stuff lay around it.

“Rami!” I called softly, standing by the entrance. ” Kamma!” A tousled black head appeared below me, the body followed, half wrapped in a plastic bag. “Rami, we have to talk.” I said solemnly. He nodded sleepily, Rami and I were used to midnight meetings, we’d been having them ever since we could go outdoors unaccompanied. Or rather since I’d been able to go outdoors unaccompanied, Rami lived outdoors and didn’t have anyone to accompany him anyway.

“Rami, I have something to tell you.” I looked down at my bare feet. “What?” he asked “Is it about the visitors? I know who they are now.” he smiled “They’re pirates! Run away from a life at sea. You know that elder boy, he was a notorious one, he was. Killed a man, they say. And that pale girl, his partner in crime, apparently she stole a whole hoard of treasure and was in jail for years. The other girl’s was going to be hung, but she ran away and now she’s wanted. And that boy? He’s her devilish son. See? I know already!” he said proudly. I’d been listening with amusement.

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“Rami, what did I tell you about gossip and rumours?!” I exclaimed. “They’re nothing of the sort, they’re soldiers of a kind, fighting for what’s right. It’s even better than pirates, Rami. And guess what!? I’m going with them. I’ve changed my name to Empathy and I’m going to help them fight evil.” I waited to see what he would say. He didn’t speak for a minute. He looked at me with tears in his dark eyes. “So you’re leaving, Sita?” his lip quivered. “I’ll miss you. I was proud to be friends with a King’s daughter, but I’m even prouder to be friends with a soldier.” I wiped a tear from my cheek and hugged him. “I’ll never forget you, Rami.” I whispered.

“Can I wake Kamma?” I asked, after a moment. “I’d like to say goodbye to her.” Rami nodded bravely. I crawled into the tent and towards the sound of soft breathing. “Kamma?” I lifted a little bundle into my arms and looked down into the sweet face.  When the little girl opened her eyes, she threw her arms around my neck. “Sia!” she cried. I held her close. “Sita has to go away soon, Kamma.” I said gently. She looked at me and asked why. “Never you mind.” I smiled at her and kissed her cheek. ” Just be a good girl for me and look after Rami.” I looked over at the boy crouched in the doorway. “I will.” she said, her eyes brimming with tears and she hugged me again.

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I walked away that night, my heart torn between emotions.

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Blogs I love!

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Hello there!

Every now and then I publish a post about what blogs I am reading and enjoying at the moment. Here are a few:

https://livingbychapters.wordpress.com/

This is Lily’s blog. It’s about writing, reading, words and dreams, and it’s amazing. Check it out!

http://www.adamgearlife.com/

Adam’s blog was one of the first I stumbled upon when I was new to the blogging world. It’s really cool.

https://blueeyesgrayeyes.wordpress.com/

Loren’s blog! It’s  everything a blog should be. She posts stories, photos and more. She’s a writer, photographer, artist, thespian, reader, fangirl, tomboy, soccer player, gamer, dreamer, feminist . . . and she has a serious case of wanderlust. This is what she has to say about herself. Anyhow, take a peek at her blog, it’s well worth it.

https://afarmgirlslife.wordpress.com/

This is where Alison blogs. It’s about crafty stuff, writing, photography and a farm girl’s life! Have a look.

http://moonsworlds.blogspot.co.uk/

Vivian writes this blog. Like most of the blogs I read, it’s about writing, reading, music, art and other things. Also, she has THE best ‘about’ page ever.

https://theupstairsgirl.wordpress.com/

Grace’s blog! This is one of my newer blogs that I enjoy. It’s very nice. Also, Grace is running for president in the bloggers election, please go and vote for her.

https://abarefootgal.wordpress.com/

Finally, another old blogging friend, Megan! Her blog is awesome. She is Allison’s sister. She also has some very cute pets.

Don’t be upset if your blog isn’t here, I might not have seen it yet! But I do always love reading new blogs so send me a link in the comments if you have one!

Byeeee!

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