Nabooru's Diary Day 12
(About the same time as Link is unconscious at the Temple of Time)
It has been nearly a week since I sent the young Hylian into Hyrule. I fear that perhaps the task I set for him was too great. Damn my impulsiveness! He needed more training, what was I thinking sending him into certain death like that!
This will have to wait as more pressing issues have come to light.
Our brief stay at the ruins of our ancestral home seems to be over, at least for some of us. The cursed elders have decided to move on, to continue our exile from this land. This caused some rather large problems for our already troubled tribe.
It was our most heated argument yet, Koume and Kotake took the foreground in a heated argument with me and my supporters about our next course of action. They insisted on moving on and leaving this dead land behind. We argued for some time without reaching a verdict. Those foolish hags! They claim to know what is right for the tribe, they wouldn't know what was right if the answer danced in front of their large noses.
By the time I had sense enough to look around at the tribe I saw a clear divide in our ranks. About half stood at the backs of the Elders while the other half stood to my defense. It was Kotake who voiced it first, stupid woman. She suggested to us that if we couldn't follow the leadership of the elders, then we had no business continuing on with them.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, The Elders were considering banishing us from the tribe! It was a notion that quickly grew in popularity, Koume and the other elders added voice to the idea and soon the whole tribe was shouting again.
Koume and Kotake laid down a clear ultimatum. Those who would follow the elders and tradition would be welcome to continue with them into exile from the dying land. Those who wanted only to cause dissent, yes they actually believe my only intention is to cause dissent! Stupid cows! Those who were content to cause dissent would not be welcome to follow them and would be effectively banished from the Gerudo tribe.
It ended there, many of my supporters ended up following the elders out of the land. I don't blame them, the voice of tradition was louder then that the one shouting from their hearts.
I remain here with those loyal to me, those not blinded to the truth that they were being led by a pack of incompetent old sand worms.
This is strange to me now, stranger then before. I was so used to being a voice of opposition, to have made my influence over a decision took subtlety and manipulation. Now all of a sudden I am thrust into a leadership role, with my people relying solely upon me.
I thought I would be happy when this day came but I am only sadder then before. Sad I no longer have my daughters, sad that I sent an innocent boy to his death but the saddest that my tribe, my people have broken apart. Still, I am no stranger to this kind of pain, my heart broke long ago.