Some say the road to hell was paved with good intentions, Elijah simply believed that the road to the emancipation of the working class simply looked awfully similar but not identical. After all, you can't make a perfect socialist omelet without breaking some eggs right? Heaving a sigh the blue eyed Hylian decided to stop traveling down that rabbit hole and instead focus on the next important step to the unification of the Lanayru region, forcing farmers into bankruptcy! All he would have to do is sell food at an impossibly low price, so low in fact that he would have to sell it at a lose. This would force farmers to pick a new job that wasn't farming and after a generation farming would no longer be taught, the bourgeois would only care that they could fill their insatiable desire for food and power for cheaper! Heck, if he was lucky they'd enslave the peasants and make them clean their mansions and manors while they loafed around and his brother fomented the next red flood that would sweep away the infection called capitalism! He would only need to reduce food rations to just above starvation levels in order to free up such massive quantities of grain and produce!
Another five pairs of glassy eyes stared at Obediah, their bodys gently swaying with the breeze. The particular group in question were from the upper-middle class and had been trying to covertly sell bread that they had farmed to a hungry family, thankfully the young couple had not fallen for the wicked offer and had steered their young daughter away from such dangerous ideas by calling in his new "Moral Enforcement" police to take away the seditious enemies of the revolution and give them the only proper punishment for traitors, death! If only the bourgeois learned that resisting the revolution was impossible? Wouldn't the ruling class realise that their power had died with the king and his daughter? How much longer would he have to play the stone cold executioner to exorcise the demon of cruelty out of these people? Would they ever learn? Gently letting his eyes flutter closer together as a gentle breeze once again softly swayed his maroon coat and the five lifeless bodies that couldn't close their own eyes nor enjoy such a lovely night, for what? Trying to sell a loaf of bread, was it even worth it for them, a few rupees for their life? Was it worth it for him to kill for something so petty? Letting the questions swirl through his mind much like the breeze, gaining speed as ten soldiers marched up the gallows. The breeze soon turned into a gale knocking some of the soldiers off balance. The onyx eyes of Obediah twinkled in irony, it seemed as if nature itself was revolted at the actions they were committing on its face, trying to prevent such unjustly killed people from being put to rest under its skin, staining the ground red in the process.
Impa frowned at the news, she'd been watching the new states with a keen eye, all of them asserted their own little fiefdom while they used the tragic tale of her late friend and her late friend's father as justification for the maintained social order. But the Union of Lanayru was different, it was far more repressive than its neighbors but also had completely shattered the social order. It was really a miracle that the country hadn't collapsed under the strain of the reforms and harsh rationing system. She'd have to keep an eye on the new state, she'd continue to send spies for information on any new developments.
Workers gathered around a large wooden skeleton of a building, they were constructing the town's first school where the children could learn to read, write, do simple arithmetic, and be taught the new ways of the Union. "March to the einheitsfrontlied free men! You are spearheading the education of the next generation. We must work together to achieve the dream of total equality!" Droned on the strange talking box with a spinning disc on it, as the workers enjoyed their lunch as the sweet joyous melody of Song Of Hyrule's United Front played in the background as some of the carpenters bobbed their heads at the lovely tune. Ever since the reforms had been implemented they had enjoyed seeing the former noblemen and women standing in the ration lines just like them, no longer just sending their maids or butlers to do the thankless task. Even the rationing had been welcomed by the workers, after all their three leaders ate the same ration as them. No more no less.
Zion's weary horse tramped along the road back to the first town he had visited, all the other towns had been more than happy to fill their bellies with low priced bread. He knew the mayor would give in to his request, after all the capitalists had only one principle 'forgo everything for personal gain'. He would make sure such men would be dangling from the noose that had stolen so many other lives.