I called her Nandi E Morrison 1-2-3-4-5

Treaty

The masters were cunning, as they inflict suffering and misery. Their laughter, food and wine stuffings in their stomach, the time they took debating plus renegotiating, was in effect delay tactics, while they, dark hearts, keeping their hands clean, send agents, assassins, soldiers of fortune, all killers, different labels, they still had hopes of neutralizing Nandi and her defiant tribe of braves but the colonial soldiers, were stretched thin as other new world states were resisting British and European conquest for even their very own, colonist were becoming restless they wanted the spoils, the profit from slavery to hold, and not given as tax payment, to the crown across the seas.

Wrapping one leg around a vine as I unlocked the other that had been hooked at the knee, on an upright tree limb slowly I arched until my head turned down with one leg as anchor I descended, one hand gripping the spear, running it through the big brute of a buccaneer that was sitting under the trees sharpening a blade, braided dirty blond hair, an earring adorned his head, he slumped, dead as I removed the spear, and the raw smell of blood, caused me to hold my breath, I was tired of killing, tired of death but they just kept coming, trying to take, and taking what do not belong to them, the freedom of me and my tribe. Simultaneous shots rang out and I knew the Moor and my brother has gotten their targets.

I cleaned up, and was chewing on a leaf to settle my stomach, listening the Moor and my brother argue as they took care cleaning their weapons. "King Solomon had many wives, and concubines, he was one of the wisest of men" said the Spanish.
"And very rich, make him have all the women him want" my brother added, sounding impressed, I kept my mouth and my thoughts to myself.
'The mistress use to ring something, when she wanted my service when the very lazy master go out' the Spanish looked bemused, my brother continued "ever think what them many female get up to when the very wise Solomon go out?" the Spanish-Moor almost white man shook his head,
"the bible did not mention that they inflicted physical harm on each other out of jealousy." He stopped talking at the wide grin on my brother's face. "The guards and servants must couldn't wait for the wise king to go out." my brother suggested, a space of quiet then both men cleared their throat, the Moor turned to me his eyes burning, my brother removed himself quickly, then I was been kissed thoroughly by my Moor whose thoughts my brother had corrupted.

I was not in the mood but at his touch I felt a spark, he'd gotten aroused thinking of Solomon's women, so out of spite I kneed him where all his senses and blood had rushed fast heavy and hard.

I found Nandi again in deep meditation, I hesitated "I was waiting for you child" I was not surprised when she spoke in the language of her African tribe the one she taught me, a child who had no language, no tribe, "I fell asleep on my watch, and so we nearly lost a child," "And why do you think you fell asleep?"
"Because of the Moor, he makes me weak, he makes me feel,"
Nandi sighed, "the shadow would have consumed you, the shadow, it saved your life but would have taken it, you would become dead, your heart would stop beating. You easily get close enough to a target because you had no presence for them to feel, you were void, your soul could become corrupt then shatter, the Moor, what he calls love, bring you back to breathe, life." I listened, I always listen even sometimes when I do not truly understand, I knew it would all unravel in time.
"He, the Moor said love is the Christ"
"Yes their bible said the earth is the God, we celebrate the earth, a child is innocent and does not understand hope then they grow and understand for what to hope even when innocence is gone and hope remains, a soul is safe but when hope is gone then the soul is lost, forsaken, when I found you, child, you were without hope and had felt the wrath of the wicked. Without ever knowing freedom how do one hope for it though, there is also ignorance, the masters pretends they are not aware of the wrong'ness of slavery. They have not love, love is the good side of creation, its impact is compassion, self sacrifice, giving, the opposing force causes hate, jealousy, lusting, the masters seem to prefer this latter, it is our duty to, as humankind,to find balance in darkness and light," with this she looked into the distance,"in war and peace. For there are those who  bend  creation to compromise nature and its people, there is a difference,understanding, to judge or to be judged based on the truth than because of lies."

Nandi turned her back toward the soldiers, walked a few paces and stopped, one of the high boot, coated man lifted his weapon aiming at her back "the deal is complete if you prove your power and survive, we heard you can catch bullets" my hands shook as it gripped the bow and arrow, Nandi had gone the rest of the way alone to meet the negotiator. On that mountain where I seeked Nandi's wisdom, she had asked and answered questions " Do you think war is too high a price to pay for one's freedom?"
"no" I said.
"It is too high " she said "when it is not the only option, when someone is shackled, bound and bondaged then poison like pestilence can be forced down their throat, a people must be free."
Nandi said, before she went to them that no matter what happens, I should wait and must not retaliate, for trickery was one of the masters powerful weapon, "the earth is on our side." She said.

I heard the sound of the gun as it was fired, the bullet hovered in the air an inch from Nandi's back above her hands which she had folded at the small of her back, a palm turned up and glowed red and the small ball fell as ash into her palm.
Red faced the failed soldier turned to one of his men"I order you to kill her"
"No!" The soldier shouted, "you dishonour your word, and our contract. "
"I order you to shoot" all the few men shook their head. The enraged coat punch the first man in the face, grabbed the gun and fired at Nandi who was now facing him, palm out, the bullet came to a stop, Nandi grasp the bullet out of the air, walk up to the wild eyed frantic man and place the bullet into his hand, Nandi nodded to the first soldier that had refused the order, turned from them and walked away. Beside me my brother shouted, laid down his gun, the Moor leaned his gun on a rock, then he took the bow from my shaking hands put them aside, he reached a hand to wipe tears which flowed unhindered down my face, he kissed me soft and tenderly.

"A child is a gift of creation, flesh and blood, a soul, not the illusion of a perfect painting, it is the duty of mother and father to provide balance," I love to listen when he launches into his passionate sermon, after telling me he always wanted to father five children now ones who favours me in body and spirit. The cold frigid winter front from the North sent shivers on West Indies.
He placed a heavy shawl over my shoulders "do not stay out too long" I watched the water stirring my feet in the cool, I watched as the surface became cold and clouded, I pulled my feet out before the whole surface became solid, I looked up and there she stood, calmly beside a man of her tribe, the size of her stomach proof she carry a precious weight, "this is "she spoke a word, my head tilted to one side as I looked without understanding "ice" the male spoke quietly. I placed my hand on the solid water it was brittle and cold, very cold, "it froze over I turn water ice in cold places it very hard through" I could understand the young hawk use of the white man words in some way. I reached and forced my hand into the ice it melted under my touch my hands felt neither looked different, as the circle of ice on the water around my hands rapidly melted"the old one give you gift, I bring you ,my sword," she threw the sword still sheathed, I caught it, it was beautiful, all intricate designs. The two people bowed, then turned to walk away,"who are they?" asked almost white man,
"friend." I said.
He was looking at the water, I said "see me tell you, miracles, the lions understand earth is master so they no kill prophet."
"God, it is the hand of the almighty that works through nature, through man," he paused then,
"so have you chosen a name for yourself as yet." His deep dark golden brown with a hint of blue green eyes, intense.
"What tribe must me name come from?"
"Our tribe." A promise.