Remember, remember the Fifth of November,

The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,

I know of no reason

Why Gunpowder Treason

Should ever be forgot

The Stone's have always been great supporters of Guy Fawkes Night and I have to admit, I am no exception. There is something about the excitement of being in the darkness and hearing everyone around you, laughing, but not being able to see their faces. After we have our traditional dinner and talk about ideas of freedom and how we may be able to bring these plans into action, the adults will go over to the pool, and lay their candles in the water, watching them float around paying respects to an idea that changed the world. As they do that, Evey and I walk around and I ask her about her life with the idea. She tells me about how hard it was to leave him all those times and how that one year seemed so short and so long.

I'm the only one she talks to about this I think. She never talks to Dominic about the man behind the mask, and he respects that since she knew him when she knew the man, their lives were intertwined, making it harder for Evey to explain what it was like. I don't understand what she means by that, but I try to keep within my boundaries of questions. But while Evey tells me about the man in the mask, and describes his ever-changing expression on that still face, I can see it, because I said goodbye to him only an hour before.

He calls himself V, and after an hour of conversation, I find that he is in love with Lady Anarchy and Evey Hammond. I told him I know of no Evey Hammond, but I know of Evey Stone. He asked me from where and I told him she was my mother. It isn't a true lie; she is my mother, just not my biological mother. He sighs sadly and then says that he will teach me the ways of Lady Anarchy and I laugh and say that I know of them.

"Oh and how would that be?"

"We live within anarchy. We govern ourselves and there is no one taking advantage of us, the only fear we have is of nature and the prospect that a government will threaten us again. But we defeat that fear by remembering the power of people; the power you brought to us."

"I only brought the idea of that power. It had simply settled in the idea of men-"

"-and women." I interrupt.

"And women," he agrees "and then it rose to the surface when I reminded them of it." I can hear a sense of sadness in his voice, but I didn't question him about it. "'Be just and fear not'(i)"

"But if someone has no fear, they are a greater threat to themselves than anything else surrounding them. There is a reason we have emotions, and they help us more than anything in the world. If we did not have hatred, then we would not have friendship; no fear, then there would be no bravery." He looks down upon me and a look into the sky. There is a rustling within the trees and I feel a tear roll down my cheek.

"You are very wise for someone so young." He tells me. I smile, and tell him he is wrong.

"Youth only think that they are wise. Our feats are minute compared to those having been accomplished by adults. Our experiences are naught to what older people's experiences are. You helped to bring a new way of living to us; my success is handing in an assignment on time." He laughs quietly.

"Youth may be wise as they have not witnessed the pain and suffering of the world yet. They hold no grudges against a whole population; they do not understand the crimes by those who make the law; they make their judgements purely on what they believe to be right and wrong and don't feel the in between."

"You seem to think so highly of us."

"Well I'm just judging your age group to you. I have never heard a teenager so willing to participate in a discussion about wisdom of youth or power."

"Is that not what Guy Fawkes Day is about? We talk about things we feel are important to this country. That reminds me, I need to get going. It's nearly midnight and we start to dine on the twelfth stroke. Good bye V." I say getting up.

"It was a pleasure my Lady Anarchy. May I enquire to your name?"

"Angel." I tell him.

"And you shall be my Angel of Anarchy." He says and bows slightly as I get up and run off towards the house.

Dominic Stone has never been one to get mad properly, in my opinion anyway. I guess that is a downfall for a cop, but he manages. Or perhaps it is just that since I am related to him, when I see his attempt to be angry, I see only the funny side and have to stop myself to collapse on the ground, shaking with laughter. This in turn makes him to begin to laugh, as much as he hates to admit it.

Everyone had sat down and as I silently slid into place, he unsuccessfully attempted to glare at me. I stifled a giggle and everyone repeated the poem.

"Remember, remember the Fifth of November,

The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,

I know of no reason

Why Gunpowder Treason

Should ever be forgot"

There is another verse or two, but it supports the king, and that defeats the purpose of our form of Guy Fawkes Day, because we are celebrating that he tried to put an end to the king's rule, not that he was caught. I guess some people repeat the verse because it's part of tradition, but we say it to remind us that ideas are worth fighting for, and until no one remembers the idea, then it will live on. I love that idea; it was the basis that inspired V to fight for his country, even when no one was fighting with him. A one in a million chance, I have found, is still a chance.

After we have repeated the poem, we eat. Meals are a place of conversation in the Stone household and of course this is no exception tonight. Since there are more people, it is louder and more comfortable, for me anyway. At the head of the table is Gloria, Dominic's mother. She is one of those people who though she is older, she is loud and energetic. She has a certain aura about her that demands respect, even if she doesn't. On her left is Lockie, Dominic's father. He is kind and sweet and has the personalities that grandmothers normally have, but Gloria does not possess. Lockie loves nature and we often go on walks through the rainforest where he calls out to the birds, and they answer back. He tells me all the names of the animals we see and tells me stories about them. He gave me Kiida, my Carpet Python for my fifteenth birthday, much to the displeasure of Dominic and Evey, who hate snakes. But I keep Kiida in her cage when I'm not there and so far she's only escaped once. On Gloria's left is Dominic. I might have mentioned before that Dominic and I are very close. He and Evey are married, and when they found out they couldn't have children they adopted me. I was five at the time I think, and someone found me near the Parliament rubble five days before Evey and Dominic came to the agency. I don't know who did find me, but I have the sneaking suspicion he has been looking over me ever since then. The rest of the table consists of Dominic's sister and her husband who are hilarious; two of Evey's friends from work and a sour looking Eric Finch. Oh, and also myself.

Lockie brings up how a bird locked up in a cage is free, but only if it sees it from a different perspective. This brings us to talk about how we were always free if we looked at things a different way, but it is now we are truly free. An hour later, we have finished eating, the adults head off towards the pool for a drink, and Evey and I sit down under a tree and talk. She tells me of V, and I listen, not saying anything. Soon Evey is asleep and I walk about the neighbourhood. There are no cars, but several people are walking around. The little children would be asleep by now, so the streets now belong to the teenagers and it is now that I love.

"Angel!" I hear someone call out. I turn behind me and can faintly see a grinning face.

"Darrel?" I ask. His teeth glow white as he smiles and I feel him grab my wrist. He leads me towards the bushland, and I hear whispers and someone shrieks.

"Get your hands off me David," a girl hisses and I recognise her voice immediately.

"Carla, where are you?" I call out and she reaches out and grabs the wrist the Darrel isn't holding. I can see her white blonde hair swishing as she turns to slap David on the arm.

"I brought matches. It's time for our bonfire." David tells us. As we collect sticks and move the overhanging branches out of the way, I go out and look for stones to make the outer circle. Someone grabs my hand and I see Darrel's outline.

"What about the others?" I ask him.

"They can collect sticks themselves. We're in the bush; there are a million branches around them without them even needing to move." He says and I jump as I feel a hand on my shoulder. The coolness of the leather against my skin sooths me for a little but then I realise who it is. There is no way he would show himself to others unless it was an emergency. I feel his grip tighten and I nod slightly.

"Darrel, do you mind if I just have some privacy for a minute?" I see his shoulders slump and he nods, as he lets go of my hand. I see his disappointment, and run over and kiss him on the cheek. "It's just for a while. See you soon." I turn to see a pale face which appears to be floating in midair.

"He is too old for you." He says automatically. I glare at him and punch him in the shoulder, which I know caused him no pain, but it's good for releasing frustration.

"Is that why you interrupted us?" I hiss at him.

"If only it were. My dear Angel, it seems I need your help." He turns away and looks up towards the sky. "Norsefire is preparing to strike." Those five words evoked more fear and determination in me than I have ever felt before. I asked how I could help. He was after all the man who created a revolution last time; what could I possibly do that he couldn't? "Angel, if this happens than we will have to redo our fight for freedom. I did not expect it just to be smooth sailing once everyone believed, but Norsefire is the one thing that could disrupt the way we live this very moment. I cannot do this on my own. I was ignorant enough to believe that I did do it on my own last time, but I didn't; I had Evey to help me."

"Get Evey to help you this time."

"Miss Anarchy, she is perfectly settled in her life, and she does not need her past to haunt her. I know she tells you she misses me, but she loves her new life more. You on the other hand are craving something new. I believe I know you better than most; you tell me what you think not wondering what I will think, because you know I can be trusted not to tell anyone what you say. Angel, I need you to help me and you need to do something new. You cannot keep living in this world which is preventing you from spreading your wings. I know within Anarchy you feel free, but I have a suspicion you know this is not true Anarchy as you cannot do what you need to, to be free." I knew everything he said was true and that was probably the only reason I agreed. I also wanted to know how I could help to bring about a revolution; to be part of history, even if the only people who knew it were myself and V.

"Okay. Tell me what to do."

(i) Henry VIII, Act v, Sc.4

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