The Lesser Lord George was sitting on the high throne when Annabelle entered the room. His fingers were drumming against the arm rest.

"Ah Annabelle" he said with curve of his mouth suggesting a smile. "I hear that you have come with the demands for your people"

Annabelle touched her hip by her gun holster to comfort herself. She didn't know that it would be as easy as it had been to get the weapons passed the guards.

"You always prolong the niceties, that's how you manage to get it passed the people and then you rob them blind with their blessing" stated Annabelle.

"Blessing? Yes I think that I do have the people's blessing" he paused for a moment, the giant ring on his left hand served only to demonstrate how skinny the finger was underneath it. "Many people find you claiming to represent them distressing. They like the status quo. We all have our lords, the world runs best when it is properly ordered. You know that. You won't be a troublemaker. Will you?"

"I will do whatever the hell I want to" Annabelle grabbed the gun and pointed it directly at the Lesser Lord George. "Unlike you I answer to no-one. I only want to protect the people"

Annabelle felt powerful as the recoil of the gun ran vibrated through her hand. Immediately two burly guards came out from the side of the Lesser Lord George. The one tried to grab Annabelle's gun wielding hand, while the other went to punch Annabelle in the face.

All the hours of watching Phoenix practice came to use, she pushed the first one onto the ground and then roundhouse kicked the other.

"Get her, you bastards" cried the Lesser Lord George 'She could have killed me, and then who will manage the island?"

"The People" Annabelle shout out in a triumphant voice. "The people will rule themselves"

"How will the people know what is good for them?" asked the Lesser Lord George, but Annabelle did not answer, she pulled trigger again. The Lesser Lord George lay withering on the ground. He had been shot but Annabelle could see that the wound was unlikely to be fatal.

"I've spared you, this time." She said, while the Lesser Lord George appeared to try and mouth some words. "So that you can go home and warn your kind that they are not welcome here. Go back and tell them to start preparing for their departure. We are magnanimous. Unlike you"

The hall filled with smoke from the fires that burnt in the city. Annabelle walked out of the hall calmly while a slave girl ran to help the Lesser Lord George.

"Here" Annabelle threw a vial to her as she ran past. "It's a painkiller, it really helps the children who have sore tummies after drinking the polluted water'

When Elizabeth Martell turned on the TV for her favourite show, she was grinning from ear to ear. She loved Annabelle. Annabelle was exactly who she wanted to be. Annabelle could say exactly what she wanted to say. Unlike Elizabeth, who frequently got told that she is rude.

The other day she had sat in class discussing her ideas about the enlightenment, when one of the boys in class said "Pascal's wager is not much of a wager, would God want a person to believe in him, simply because the consequences are bad, besides that's not how belief works. I don't choose what to believe, based on what I want to believe, but rather believe because of the evidence that is presented to me"

Elizabeth had spent twenty minutes saying exactly that, but the teacher gave him high praise and told her that she should grow up and listen to others more. All she ever did was listen and yet when she tried to talk, people told her that she talked too much.

That's why she liked Annabelle. Annabelle represented escapism from the dreary world that she lived in.

Gareth hated the show since Phoenix died. Before the change he could watch the show and he understood that was all was right and in its place. Sure, the it was oppressive regime run on slavery, but a hero had come along and had set everything right. The men were real men and women were real women which could be seen for the excessive admiration they had for the real men in the show. (Of course, the only real man in the show was Phoenix. The Lesser Lord George was a pansy and completely deserving of Gareth's disdain.)

Now along came Annabelle and she rejects everything that admirable in womanhood (the concept of womanhood was a little bit hazy in Gareth's mind, but he was sure that Annabelle had actively rejected something, rather than passively accepting what is, and this somehow was a terrible thing).

His daughter Elizabeth was the worst. She was always harping on about how much she loved Annabelle. That show gave Elizabeth ideas. Now instead of being able to escape into a better place filled with hunger, famine and hardship, he had to listen to his daughter's ideas.

The boy came up to Annabelle, he held a long stick in his hand.

"Phew, phew" he made the sound of fast moving objects passing by his ears, he spun around and seemed to be fighting an imaginary enemy. "Phew, Phew"

Suddenly he stop. "Oh my word" he called out. "It's Annabelle. Annabelle I can't believe you here in front of me again. Do you remember me? You are so cool, did you see the way that you cut that guards ear off. He was like "awh" and then you came from the side and the next thing he had no ear."

"He does have an ear" said Annabelle with a grimace "The medical staff came back and sewed it on, I even saw them checking the results of his hearing test. He is fine, thanks for asking"

"Ah man, better luck next time. It was still super cool though. Bet he has the grossest scar. Do you have any scars? I have a scar. Do you want to see it? I once fell out of a tree. Look" the boy pointed below his knee at the smallest slither of a white line "Mom says it will disappear though"

"Scars are great" said Annabelle, "You can use them as props when you tell stories, they're better than tattoos."

"Show me your scars' said the little boy.

Annabelle stood still, feeling foolish. She had none, the boy had caught her in a lie and had shown her weakness. She couldn't get hurt.

"I don't have any scars. Whenever I get cut, my body heals itself. I don't even need to go to the doctor" said Annabelle

"Wow, I had to go to the hospital yesterday, because I drank my orange juice too fast and I started vomiting because of all the pollution. Mom says that me always wanting to drink water will be the death of me."

"You should listen to her, rather than following me around" said Annabelle more hopefully than usefully.

"I want to be like Ferne', Ferne' was just a geeky boy like me, then he saw Phoenix and "phew, phew", he had to run to keep up and now he has muscles down the front and the back of his body. Any case if I chase you around, I can be the same. Do you know all the Mamlishes's names? I wish I did because if I did, I would walk down the street then I would whisper in the one ear's – Sandra the master knows"

"Don't do that" said Annabelle, "Just don't, and if you do, don't do it when I am near, the Mamlish are the worst when they are frantically trying to act as though they care about their work"

James opened his emails; it was off the hook filled with notifications to the article that headlined on a conservative news site that he had never heard of.

Annabelle, a role model or a drain on women

Annabelle, the new heroine of the series The Resistance has been said to be a new type of hero or at least heroine. The woman with her cool calm head can solve problems that makes leaves all the men flustered and confused. Not only that but when the fight turns physical, she kicks ass –literally. In the one scene where she confronts the leader of the bad guys in the series, - The Mamlish – the overlords in the dystopian society envisioned by James Mitchell, no fewer than 6 bulky Mamlish fighters come against her, and she manages to decapitate them all. How kind of them to only attack her one at a time.

Many would argue that she exactly the type of hero that we need for the girls and women of today, who have been for too long side-lined for more testosterone filled males, but is having a women that is nothing like a woman really a something that girls will be able to look up to in the long run.

She suffers no harm, either physical or emotional, is always able to keep on going, seemingly never gets tired, never needs to rest and has achieved all of this by what? Age 23 judging by the lines on her face.

Girls do not need to be reminded of their failures, we have magazines and websites filled with anorexic air-brushed models to make us feel bad about our bodies. Now we are sending out the message that if you cannot outsmart a scientists who have years of studies behind them by the time you are in your early twenties, you are falling behind.

Of course the actress who portrays her, the beautiful Vanessa Lewis, was chosen back when she was originally meant to be no more than arm candy for the formidable built Andrew Kortley, who passed away last September in a motorbike accident.

In her previous role, it is true that we didn't get to see very much or her, but at least the time we got to spend with her was raw and real, like something that we would encounter in real life. We got to see her worry as her man put himself in danger for her and we got to celebrate with her when ultimately succeeded. This emotional display was the type of thing that woman no doubt will be able relate to. The type of women who commands dignity and respect.

Underneath there were a series of comments. Many of them were from people both men and women praising the author for being brave and proclaiming the truth. But in and amongst there was one comment that stood out to James.

I like Annabelle, it is true that she is not realistic, but then again neither was Phoenix. It is a fantasy, that is the point. We know that we will never become her. But my brother will never become the incredible bulk either. Nobody has ever come to him and told him that he needs to grow up and instead limit his dreams to be those that involve worrying about others and then heaping praise on them. I want more for him it's true I want more for me too.