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*Final instalment in the 'Little British Girl' Trilogy *
One year after Elia’s death, and the entire planet is rebelling. With the news of Xander’s assassination attempt against his own daughter alarming the world, Elda and Luci are leading a powerful resistance, competing with the Southern rebellium, with no powerful government to stop either of them.
And yet, nothing seems to have changed.
Annabeth, alongside Beverly, Zacharia, and Steve Ryans, hide out amidst the chaos , unable to prevent what’s happening right in front of them. Disheartened and helpless.
Then one day, a girl turns up, a girl with heterochromia, with some interesting letters, and some even more interesting information. Could it be that Xander Moore had another daughter? And that Luci has a half-sister?

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2. Chapter 2 - one year earlier

“Was there anyone else in the clearing when you first woke up?”

“No.”

“Are you sure? Could someone have been there and then ran away when they saw you sit up? Did you hear any footsteps?”

“No.”

“Can you be certain of that?”

“You’re focusing on all the wrong details Zacharia!” I yell, tired of all the pointless questions. I didn’t spend two hours trying to navigate my way back to the emergency base alone only to be faced with disbelief and hesitation.

“Right, sorry.” He apologises, looking back down at his notes, “Erm, how about you start from the beginning again?” I sigh, preparing myself to recite my story for the third time this hour.

“I woke up and it was raining, I think the rain might have been the reason I woke up. I was unharmed but a little dizzy and dazed. I sat up and noticed a gun. When I walked over to said gun I realised it was covered in blood. Then I noticed the note under the rock. I moved over and picked it up. It said ‘She’s dead. I’m sorry. Daniel.’ Understand?”

“And you’re sure Daniel wasn’t there in the clearing?”

I was alone.” I reiterate for the hundredth time, starting to growl underneath my voice. Zacharia sits back, put off by my outburst.

“Um...w-was there, a, a corpse?” I’m not sure if his stammering is due to my anger or the actual question he’s having to ask.

“No,” I sigh, calming down a little, “But there was blood, a lot of blood.”

“And- and the note didn’t specify who actually died, Luci or Elia?” Zacharia returns to his list of questions, grimacing as he speaks.

“No,” I repeat, “But I don’t think Daniel would have left a note over Luci’s death, and he certainly wouldn’t have apologised for it.”

“Are you sure? You and Luci were quite close back in Arizona?” Zacharia looks up from his list, his eyebrows creased.

“For all I know Luci just shot my best friend, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t imply that we were anything closer than rivals.” I snap, banging my fist down on the table. Zacharia shrinks back again, finding this interview even more uncomfortable than me. I roll my eyes and lean back in my chair, opening up my posture. “I don’t want to admit it either, in fact I don’t even want to think about it...but Elia’s dead, I can feel it, I can-” I break off, unable to finish my point, my own grief sneaking up on me and clamping a hand firmly around my mouth, using it’s spare arm to squeeze my throat.

“Do you need a minute? We can always finish this report later.” Zacharia offers, not oblivious to my sudden change in mood. I think about it for a minute, taking a few moments to recover and regain control over myself.

“No, no I want to get this over with.” I tell him, sounding a lot less sure than I actually am. Zacharia doesn’t seem one hundred percent convinced, but he does take his eyes off of me and back onto his list.

“What’s the last thing you remember from before you woke up?” He finds the next question on his slip of paper, his voice re-adopting a formal, businesslike tone.

“Luci snatching my gun and kicking me in the stomach, falling back towards Elia and Daniel, then Luci grabbing Elia and bringing her forward, handing her a gun and telling her to either shoot her or to let her shoot Daniel, me lunging in front of Daniel to try and shield him, and Daniel shoving me towards a tree.” I go through it chronologically, replaying the events over in my mind, trying to make my description as accurate as possible.

“So would you say it’s likely that colliding with the tree is what knocked you out in the first place?” Zacharia checks, making nothing is left up to assumption.

“Yes.” I nod.

“And you don’t think it’s likely that the blood you saw was Luci’s, and that Elia shot her to save Daniel?” Zacharia theories, still not completely persuaded by the idea that Elia’s the victim.

“Daniel’s note tells me that Elia is dead, so I’d say it’s likely that they engaged in some sort of combat and Elia got caught in the crossfire.” I explain, struggling to not think too much about what it is I’m describing, “Besides, I don’t think Elia’s capable of shooting someone.”

“And what about Luci and Daniel? Where there any other areas where there was blood?” Zacharia asks, keen to move me away from the topic of exactly how Elia died.

“I didn’t see any,” I shrug, “There might have been some that I didn’t notice, it’s a fairly large clearing I suppose…”

“We’ll send a team out to search the area for any other hints as to what happened after you were knocked out.” Zacharia assures me, “We’ll get to the bottom of this, I promise you. And in the meantime you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you like.”

“Thanks,” I smile up at him, “But I don’t think I’ll be here long. The North is my home, and I need it now more than ever.”

“I’ll look into finding a way to get you over there.” He promises me, getting up from his desk and storing the piece of paper filled with all his notes in a brown plastic file. I also get up, following his example. I make a move for the door, but before I even touch the handle, it swings open, a wide-eyed Robin bursting in. “Robin, I said no interruptions-”

“You need to see this.” She interrupts him, panting as if she’d just sprinted five kilometers. Zacharia gets the message, hastily following after her. I shadow them, curious.

Out in the main area, everyone seems to be gathered around a TV screen, gasping three times each minute. As I get closer I can hear the news report more clearly, beginning to make sense of the situation.

“...the department of Northern Security have refused to comment on the finding of this report, listed as Report A341, sparking more concern that what’s written inside may not be forged…”

“Report A341? But that’s the report about the assassination attempt against Luci.” I realise, “What’s going on?”

“They’ve released it into the mainstream media,” Robin tells me, “People are outraged, they want answers that the government aren’t prepared to give.”

“By ‘they’ do you mean…?”

“Luci and Elda.” Robin nods, grimacing.

“...this news comes just weeks after Xander Moore’s body was discovered by civilians in the western woodlands. It was believed then that his biological daughter, known as ‘Luci Reeds’, was the killer, and these reports make that theory even more likely…”

“This is going to rock the world…” Robin trails off, “North and South.”

“Excuse me.” I mutter, backing away from the crowd, starting to feel strangely nauseated. Zacharia’s too consumed in the news story to notice me turn around and head back in the direction of the office that he forgot to lock, stepping inside before someone else can see and challenge me.

Without really thinking about what I’m doing, I open up the brown plastic wallet, and begin to read the rough notes inside.

Believes she was alone when she first woke up, but cannot be certain of it.

Believes the deceased female to be Elia Watson-Smith (EWS), not Luci Reeds (LR).

Believes EWS was caught in some sort of crossfire, not killed by LR who was threatening to kill Daniel Jackson (DJ) if EWS did not shoot her instead.

Believes only EWS was injured, but didn’t properly examine the scene at the time.

An organised group should be sent out to check the scene. Arrangements should be made to return Annabeth Jackson (AJ) back to the North.

Just from reading them I can tell that this isn’t going to go anywhere. They might find the odd piece of evidence when the head out, but it won’t be enough to paint a clear picture as to what actually happened. That will remain a mystery for a while yet.

I jolt at the sound of the phone on the desk ringing, drawing me away from the notes. I ignore it, tidying up after myself, making it seem as I was never hear before I make a quick getaway. The ringing halts and I head towards the exit, I get as far as wrapping my hand around the handle before it begins to ring again. Something seems to come over me as I move away from the door and back towards the desk, bending over and answering the phone call.

“Hello?”

“Hello Annabeth, it’s good to know that you got back safely. How’s your head?” I want to throw up at the sound of Luci’s voice at the other end of the line, her false and patronising concern kicking me in the gut.

“What the hell Luci? How’d you even get this number?” I spit, contemplating whether or not to slam the phone back down and hang up.

“I don’t want any trouble Annabeth, I’m doing this as a friend, I-”

“A friend? Are you crazy? Luci, you- I mean, four days ago you were keeping me hostage!” I struggle to keep my voice to a whisper. Zacharia’s office walls aren’t thick, and anyone could easily overhear my yelling and catch me snooping around.

“Okay then, I’m doing this as someone who believes you need an explanation.” Luci corrects herself, “Elia’s dead.”

I knew it already, but hearing it out loud still makes me wince, my heart growing heavy at the sound of those two simple words.

“Yeah, I-I realised that...Daniel left a note.”

“Do you know how she died?”

“I figured you and Daniel must have started shooting at each other and she got caught in the middle.” I guess, falling back into the desk chair, “Am I right?” There’s no reply, my only response is some heavy breathing and a long, uncomfortable silence. “Luci? Am I right?” I repeat myself, growing impatient. Still, there’s nothing. “Luci? Luci? Am I right?”

“...yeah...yeah you’re right.” Luci sighs, finally speaking. “Goodbye Annabeth.”

And just like that, she’s gone.

I bury my head in my hands, kicking at the desk-leg in frustration, feeling the control I have over my emotions loosen and slip out of my hands, tears streaming down my face. Through a crack between my fingers I see the stone slab, with all its little names, and I begin to cry some more.

 
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