Part 10: Eye of the Beholder 1

Chapter Fourteen: Family Imperfect

Zelda stood in front of the cobwebbed door. Various planks of wood were nailed upon the entrance to the Pit of Heads. From the outside, it looked like a mausoleum with its impressive angelic carvings above the two stone doors. A slim waist high lightning rod stood as the highest point in the yard. No bigger than a tool shed; it still stuck out due to it being out in the middle of the field. The thigh high grass made her legs itch a little as the wildflowers beat against them with each blow of the wind.

It felt so peaceful out here like the only thing that was there was the warm sun, the clean air, and the water stained building before them. What made it all peculiar was that they were right next to the market. Right now it was nine o'clock; the busiest time of the day yet not one reverberation escapes past the walls that surround this empty place.

The ancestors of Zelda's past have done a superior job at sealing this place from the public. But something just didn't seem right. For a place that was supposedly the gates to the underworld for sinners and blight, it was just too beautiful to be true.

"Navi, you sense any wicked upon this soil?" asked Zelda while staring aimlessly at the boarded building.

"No... to be honest... no... not a lot... golly Zelda; to be honest, the vibes here are surprisingly more good than evil. Not what I would expect for a place to knock off your noggin, if you ask me."

Zelda turned around and began to press the long weeds down upon the ground. She sat upon them and began to scratch her lip. "According to my history lessons; private beheadings were eliminated in the year 1030 due to a rising amount of crime. The Queen decided to switch over to public execution through draw and quartering."

Navi grasped her chest in disgust. "Don't even mention the words. Every time I think of it, I can just picture my internals being ripped out and..." Navi's eyes scrunched as she began to shudder.

Zelda laid her fragile head against the ground. Her palm slowly slid with the grains of the flat grass and clenched the dirt. Her nostrils puffed out, causing a small bit of dust to wisp into the air. "No... this is definitely the place. Tis beautiful and pleasing to the eye but the beating heart of darkness still pumped blood of the fallen convicts of Hyrule through the grass. Its possible that the execution area is so deep underground that trying to sense it above ground is futile."

Navi flew toward the door once more. "Doesn't look like your family put much effort into keeping this place sealed; I mean, how much cheaper can you get than to nail a bunch of boards on doors? Haven't they ever heard of the good old lock and key?"

Zelda folded her arms. "I'm sure they have something! For instance, this piece of wood..." she spoke as she stood up and touched the plank.

"...Oh... well... I guess its... just a piece of wood. Hold on..." Zelda's fingers tightened around the edges as she firmly took one good jerk at it. She grunted once as she pulled it off with a lot more ease than expected. She twisted it from all sides, examining it carefully with the eyesight as sharp as a pair of tweezers. "There seems to be no signs of a seal or a spell upon this flat timber. How... queer... Navi? Do you see any symbols or sacred jewels engraved upon thy stone? Anywhere?"

"Does 'Joseph Mary 4 ever' count?" replied Navi as she examined the back of the mausoleum.

Zelda limped over toward the left side of the building. Her hands pulled off the ivy that gripped the granite like a leech against flesh; still no sign of any security controlled by magic. "This cannot be! My family has always been quite adamant against the decadent act of grave robbery. I'm positive that they would not make it this simple for commoner to waltz in and do as they please!"

Navi shook her head in disagreement. Zelda had always been a woman to care for everything from the butterflies to the moths. However, there are times when she needs to bully up her attitude and look down upon those who choose to disobey the Goddess Commandments. "Zelda, listen to me; these are people who have been convicted and sentenced to death. These aren't Kings; they are Cons... there are no knights; just knaves. Zelda, do you think that royalty would spend the time to pity people who dream of your family's fall from grace? I sure as hell wouldn't. Besides, if you think about it; Lauretta's probably one of Hyrule's most famous... well second most famous if you count..."

"Please Navi... Lauretta only killed one man... Ganondorf slaughtered anyone who didn't pay their taxes, disagreed with him, or needed a body for target practice. Her fame came from the fact that her affair with Lord Romano turned out to be a good drama material." Zelda pushed the entrance open. She lifted her stick and began to wave it back and forth, trying to be rid of the vast amount of cobwebs that seemed to curtain her sight. A Massive purple Skullwalla scuttled across the webbing to her right. Despite its finger long fangs or damp fur from all the mildew that built up over the years, it was relatively harmless and an excellent stress reliever.

Zelda let out a small war cry as she took her stick and smashed its abdomen. Green juice began to ooze down the wooden weapon as she twisted it once and promptly pulled it out leaving a hole no bigger than a big toe. The creature, with no trace of life left immediately fell to the ground, dead as a doornail. Its limbs began to seizure into the clenching position of death.

Zelda tilted her head once in pride as she and Navi began to descend down the long set of stairs. Zelda looked once at Navi and pointed toward the never ending darkness. The pink radiance from her body created an artificial source of lighting.

"How far do stairs go down; before we question whether or not there is an end or not?"

Navi turned around as she heard Zelda's comment. "Zelda, what are you talking about?"

"Deeper and deeper..."

"Zelda?"

"...we sink below... for when we turn around and see the great height we have left... we slump and sink some more...into the void so that truth appears when we are blind. Into the void is where the lost are forgotten... and forgotten are found by the missing."

Zelda pointed over at the writing on the right side of her. The lettering was crooked and ugly with a bare amount of legibility. Zelda pressed her finger into the indenture and traced one of the letters, only to stop at one of the 'r's. Her fingers reached in and pulled a small chip. She looked down and examined the brown dust and the small piece.

"What is that Zelda?"

"It's a fingernail... apparently a last desperate testimony before the great silence. The words on here... so haunting... so devoid of hope... Let us move on."

Navi nodded and soared down below; examining every stair for any traps. "Its okay Zelda, I see nothing thus far. I'm a little disappointed but happy though."

Zelda folded her arms. "Agreed, I really expected my family to put a little more effort than this. Or perhaps, I placed my faith too high when the pedestal of expectation stands no higher than arms reach."

"Alright... but you don't have to use the fancy dialect in front of me; I'm your friend, not your etiquette consultant."

The two continued to go down until the light that escaped through the doors grew smaller and smaller until the two doors disappeared. Before the two know it, the exit looked no different than the entrance.

Zelda looked ahead and watch Navi's light vanished before her eyes. Darkness all around, Zelda's face began to sweat in nervousness. "NAVI? HELLO!"

"Ahhhh... well my pores certainly feel vibrant..." spoke Façade as he leaned back against the ivory tiles of the ancient bathhouse. His blonde hair was slicked back while a hot towel overshadowed his face. His right hand was outstretched to the side as Simon grasped it; scrubbing the rough calluses off each hard padding with a piece of sandstone.

The area was well lit up with the dark blue shades pulled all the way back. Although the building was well over two centuries old, the floors and walls were so well polished that it looked like a newly constructed mansion.

Simon took the stone and began to apply more herbs against its outside. "I must say, your highness; the acclamations about this place were definitely on target. The water is so clean that any form of residue on the walls has yet to be seen. The Hylian Ivory Bathhouse was a place that lived up to its name. Unlike other bathhouses that use metal piping in order to pump the water; Hyrule used pipes made up of a type ivory stone that doesn't wear away against fluid."

Façade placed his hands on his chest. The hot steam clouded the air while sweat and water dripped from his temples. "It would probably explain why disease here is low. Nine out of ten widespread diseases come from either the water supply or rodents. As long as the hygiene here is kept up to date, trash and waste properly disposed of... if only whores learned to keep their legs together. Seriously, the world would be a better place. There's more than one way of earning your bread besides filling your hole with some hairy perverted freak."

Simon watched Façade as he removed the cloth to apply a new one on his face. A slight blank stare was on his face. Simon waved his hand over his majesty's face. "Sire, are you well? You look pale."

Façade sighed as his head sank into the water until it was chin level. "..."

Simon took some oils and began to massage them in Façade's hair. "Still haven't gotten over it... have you... you know, not every poor beautiful woman out there is a prosti..."

Façade raised his hand as he shut his eyes from the dripping oils that came down his face. "Simon... I've had enough... I told you before... this is something a woman can't hide until it is too late and you are being laid to rest because you caught some venereal disease." Simon reached over and scooped a pail of water. He raised it above Façade's head and began to slowly poor it on his head. The sweet smell of lilac began to fill the room as Simon began to massage his fingers into Façade's scalp. Facade shifted his eyes as Simon began to comb his hair back into its normal style. "Only a virgin will do for me... I've kept my body as pure as the day it was born and the woman I make my wife will be equally untainted."

"NAVI! NAVI! Please... respond! Not again, not again not again... Left is right... right is left... Navi where are you! I-I hate the dark..."

That poem upon the wall. Perhaps it was not a last testimony but a warning... an augury... or even a spell...

"Stupid... STUPID! Why did I even say it out loud! Or could I not control it... unless..."

Zelda thought back to the first thing she did. Could that Skullwalla be some sort of trigger? It did smell quite queer after the death blow was struck. It was also queer that such a defenseless creature was left to guard the doors. Had she failed to notice one of the oldest tricks in the book in magic anti-detection? STUPID!

She feared the darkness; for every time she fell into it, was when she knew she was helpless. It all started with the day Ganondorf froze her into that damned crystal. It retriggered when her mind fell into a vegetable state of viewing the future. The air felt so still and so cold. The thought of no problem, plan, or solution was enough to dilate her eyes as wide as the stars.

But she must be strong.

She must not panic. Those who panic are the ones whose nails decorate the walls of this tomb.

Zelda closed her eyes as the constant cries of Navi filled the air. Zelda stood straight up and held out her arms in an attempt to concentrate. "Alright... so my family has proven to be a lot less careless than my first perception of the situation. But with every trap there be... they always allowed a solution... I know they are smart enough to always include one of those."

Zelda reached behind her head to twirl her ponytail; only to find air. "What in the world?" Zelda touched the back of her neck and began to stroke it up, only to discover the lump of hair sticking straight up. She took her hand and gently hit it, causing her hair to rock back and forth like metronome. The feeling was rather odd but made sense at the same time.

Could she be upside down? That would definitely explain why her hair does not fall, the disappearance of the stairs and why she feels so disoriented. Zelda took a small breath and jumped once. The world seemed to spin as she felt herself somersaulting to the ground.

Zelda reached down and felt small, but even peaks below her. She felt some comfort in the fact that she on the ground again, but the stairs felt horizontal rather than diagonal.

Now the question was, what will lead her back down and what will lead her back up? The problem with going back up is that she runs the risk of a spell shift.

She's already figured out this one; no point in solving or falling into a new one. Perhaps...

"...yes..."

"...that's it..."

Zelda closed her eyes and felt the soft air blow against her face. "I never closed the door behind me. The wind smells so fresh and clean... I have direction once more..." She turned around and began to walk. With each step; slowly the stairs began to dip down. A small pink light was floating in front of her like a shinning star.

"There you are! I told you to keep up but you were gone by the time I turned around. If you were Link, I swear I would be knocking your head until a thought popped out!" Navi's stern face was truly laughably. Zelda held back the urge to giggle as Navi droned on and on about how much she was right and Zelda was wrong.

Zelda rolled her eyes at Navi's nagging; suddenly, she felt a strange thing moving in her pocket. She turned down to her side pocket and watched as it shifted back and forth. Zelda turned towards the darkness, staring at the silhouettes with a futile attempt at making out what object was. A square object seemed to stand out. The dust on the ground was heavy; it was almost as high as her ankles. Winter was a ways off but, she felt like she was trudging through snow already.

"Navi... over there... it looks like some sort of sign," Zelda pointed over toward it.

Navi approached it and stared at the lettering. "I can't understand it..."

"Don't be troubled... Old Hylian... You probably do not understand it because when written; each syllable had its own character. The alphabet was well over eight hundred letters before scholars themselves got mixed up and reduced it to about forty-six."

Navi flew over each line; gazing at the mind-numbing set of squiggles, and curls and whatnot. While she did understand some of the simpler characters, but it was still enough to bust a vein in her head. "I can't believe Link said the only languages I needed to learn were Hylian, Gerudo, and French. Oh well... so what does the babble say?"

Zelda hobbled over toward the sign. She placed her hand out so that Navi may sit upon her palm. Like a pink candle, she holds Navi up to read the ancient writing. "The good news is that it is definitely not a spell. Apparently it's just a..."

Zelda fell to her knees as she dropped Navi and grabbed her head.

Darkness once more. Why does it beckon so?

"Sister, sister..." Zelda felt two small hands grab her eyes while leaning against her back. Her hand reached up and touched his hand.

"Link?"

The hands slipped away from her vision. Link stood in front of her. His hair was combed and pulled back. The familiar red vest with white blouse covered his body while his hands were sternly on his three foot frame. There was something sweet about him. His baby fat cheeks; the wide eye expression; he looked no older than six. "My sister, who is Link; is it a name you dream for your prospective partner; or is it the name of that new doll mother got you for thou fifth year of creation?" Zelda stared at his clothes. The old symbol of the Hylian Territory was stitched boldly upon his whole chest with a red and black rose in his left breast pocket.

Zelda turned down to her tiny hands. The slip in time; she has become the twin sister, Magnolia once more. But she's so young, but yet so is Link; although it makes perfect sense considering Romano and Magnolia were twins. Two large brown curls were annoyingly stranded over her temples while her brown hair seemed cover all the way past her bottom; even longer since it was tightly-curled. She wished she had a mirror; this hair felt so beautiful. Even she couldn't grow it this long. When she was older, it was much shorter; why would she cut it?

The red dress felt rather bulky though. The metal hoop, the thick layers of cloth; despite her breasts not popping out, if she had any; she felt like a walking town bell. Slowly she turned up toward, Link and began to twiddle her fingers. She must play her part; after all; the magnolia's name does mean "false flower". "Forgive me, my brother; I was foolish to think inanimate objects had tongues to articulate; and warm flesh that only Farore could craft." Zelda smiled. She was a lot better at Old Hylian than she thought. Although she does have a deep appreciation for poetry; and basically that was what Old Hylian was... in speech at least.

The same green eyes... but in her other vision, one was brown. Zelda gazed at her environment. For some reason, everything looked so blurry. Large amounts of static filled the air. The soldier's faces and armor were smudged like bipedal blobs moving here and there and everywhere. Only she, Link, and a few other objects and people seemed to have any good focus.

It was truly disturbing. Objects melted like wax while the floor swirled like soup. The art pieces on the walls were so twisted that they appeared aesthetic than realistic. But of course, isn't that what happens to childhood memories? We delight in old memories but cannot recall the events in great detail?

Zelda smiled nervously as she suddenly felt the soft petals of a twin black and red rose. Link walked over and began to straighten it up. "Forgive me." Link's face was a little saddened as he struggled to fix it. "My skills do not match Father's at performing this," he squeaked as his eyes began to water before his face planted into her shoulder. Zelda, for some odd reason felt like crying as well. She turned her head and buried her small head into his.

Was she mourning? It could be the sign of the rose. Red was for love, but black mixed together? Love and death or death of a loved one? Zelda reached up stroked his soft hair; taking great care to avoid messing up the small little tie that held his shoulder length brown hair in check. "Tis unfair, no?" Zelda's eyes widen as the words slipped through her lips involuntarily.

Zelda felt him nod. "Just don't kiss me okay? Thou hast female bacteria." Zelda rolled her eyes; but he was five years old after all. Zelda wanted to examine her surroundings, but no matter how hard she focused she still couldn't see too well. All of a sudden a group of people began to appear before her eyes; three soldiers and...

"HEAR ME! That commemorative inscription is as lopsided as the waves on the sea. I swear, if I were to take your heads; you two would still act the same considering how empty they be."

Zelda looked up to see a tall woman with a black veil over her face. Her green gloved hands grasped the collar of one of the guards while two others were holding a large stone plaque. The lettering inside swerved back and forth like the two soldiers was holding an aquarium. It was hard to read her expression but from the tone of her voice, it was most obvious that she was anger.

Link looked up at Zelda. His face was flustered with bitterness while his eyes appeared sore from constant tears. Link reached his soft hand at her face, touching the deep indentions of her eye sockets below her pupils. "Dry; dry as yesterday and the day before that and the day before that. How does one not weep when our father was taken before the Reaper's true touch? Is it because you still believe in trustworthy Geru...?"

Before he could finish, Romano's mother marched in front of him and slapped his face. She lifted her veil and grasped his shoulders. Her dark eyeliner had smeared down her face while her lips were fairly chapped. No matter how scary it looked, it was understandable for the current situation they were in. However, what sent Zelda's blood boiling was when her loving hand struck his face; leaving a nasty bruise from where her giant gaudy ring was at. "What has thou mother declared, to a state of monotony?"

Zelda desired to run to his side; but a young Impa appeared in front of him and immediately tended his face, rubbing some Aloe Vera onto his face. "Never speak of the Gerudo in good light. Forgive me for hurting your fragile ears, Mother, but understand that my words do not... mother, I was correcting thy sister, for her beliefs in desert rats still is quite..."

The woman pulled her veil over her eyes as she walked toward Zelda. The eerie silence between the two was disturbing as she prepared to be struck. Zelda placed her hands in front of her head expecting a blow. For some reason, her head appeared on fire until she looked up to see Link struggling to hold back her punishing hand; his small arms doing all he could to hold back her anger. She watched as Lady DeFleur's hidden face turned down toward her son while her other hand clenched in a tight fist. "Why must the goddesses curse my good child with the mirror image of my husband? Why!"

"Lady DeFleur, thy carvers have completed the final pillar," two soldiers holding the heavy stone floated through the ceiling and down to the floor. The exquisite detail of the goddesses was magnificent from the tips of their fingers to each eyelash on their faces. Lady DeFleur walked over toward it and began to stroke the fine marble. She pulled her veil and kissed the stone; allowing the scarlet lipstick to smear along the side.

"Its perfect; set it up immediately."

The two soldiers looked puzzled. "Madam, why do we create a place so beautiful when it was needed for..."

Lady DeFleur didn't even bother to turn back at him. She had no need considering she was the current ruler. "Before the Desert Rats fall in never ending darkness and awaken in metal cages under hell's great flames; I want them to see the most beautiful room in Hyrule; so that they will always dream of it like heaven; then they will understand how pathetic their existence is; compared to our grand lives. I WANT THEM TO DREAM OF JARADIN ONCE MORE AND WEEP AT THEIR LOSS!"

Zelda walked toward Link as he cracked his knuckles and fluttered his sleeves. "Thank you... brother."

Link turned his eyes away. "It was tiresome, to watch you be struck over and over. However, thou need to discontinue any affirmative marks for thy enemy; especially in times of war. The people must have good faith in thee or thou wilst never be Lady of Hyrule."

Zelda felt her body involuntarily move away from him as if she was shying away. "So silly, art thee. Brother, you will ascend the throne before I until thou last breath," she whispered as she held one layer of her dress with her hand. She listened to the gentle foot steps of each miniature boot. Zelda looked down to see the small shadow cast over her crimson dress. A smile magically began to curl on her lips as she turned back to him. "I pray immortality upon thee!"

Link laughed. A little haughtier than usual but the little Kokirian giggle seemed to emerge; the sound like that of a rumbling -C- note on the ocarina. "Art thou that nervous? Why do thou not desire thy throne? Hmmm?" he smiled as he got up to her face with a look of mischief. He walked over and placed his hands on his hips. He reached at her sides. "Tickle, tickle!" he cackled with a sweet hint of melody in his adolescence voice.

Zelda's arms flared at the sudden attack at her abdomen. She reached over to grab him only to pummel to the ground. She could barely move her chest while Link moved with graceful ease. Link continued to laugh as he stuck his tongue out.

"YOUNG MASTER!" shouted a voice from the stairs. Zelda watched as a large shadow of a hooded preacher walked down. "Why art thou not wearing thy shield?"

Link's face twisted in childish guilt.

Two soldiers walked over and helped Zelda back up. She dusted her dress from the bits of broken cement. Zelda watched as the hooded figure fold his arms in anger.

"... Forgive me?" smiled Link as he walked behind Zelda. Zelda raised a brow in wonder at what Romano did.

A small blonde haired child appeared behind him, holding a piece of metal. He walked toward Link silently and handed it to him. Link reached down and lifted the seal on his chest. He slid the plate back in and gave a mean look at the boy.

Zelda reached below the large seal on her dress pulled out a heavy plate. She had forgotten about these things. Usually during times of war, Kings and Queens would have their children wear protective clothing. The seal on the chests were made as large and bold as possible so that enemies would attempt to aim for it instead of their heads. Along with the weight of her dress, it was no wonder it was hard to move in it.

"Sorry Romano, I was going to hide it but there was this cute chick repenting and I... left it on..."

"YOU LEFT IT ON THE OFFERING PLATE!?!"

Zelda giggled at the overdramatic gestures Link made as he clenched his head in disbelief.

Rauru grumbled. "Shut up! Arrgh! At least you're not the one being punished. I swear by the time I have facial hair, those organ pipes will be so clean that the color will go from gold to silver!"

Link smacked the back side of Rauru's head and dropped his Old Hylian accent. "Dork, if you don't stop getting into trouble we'll never..." Link stopped his sentence and winked once to Rauru.

Rauru nodded once. The two were up to something; but what, she had no idea.

Impa walked next to Zelda and began to fluster a bit. "Isn't he cute, Lady Magnolia?" whispered Impa as she poked Zelda on the side.

Zelda stared at the youthful Sheikan's eyes. It was still odd to see her so full of youth; even more odd to see Impa smile like this. Her face seemed so much happier than the other vision. Zelda turned toward Rauru and back at Impa; watching her give that stare that does not leave one's crush out of sight. "But doesn't a Father must remain unmarried?" Impa merely smiled while a hint of blushing appeared on her cheeks.

Impa took her hands behind her back and began to twist around the large red ribbon that held her dark indigo kimono. "Don't be juvenile, Lady Magnolia... Out of the possible thirteen disciples of Father Mahogany, Rauru is last in line. He's always late for his lessons and he falls asleep during service EVERY time. He told me he wanted to leave the clergy to go out into the world and become an adventurer. He's not even that bad with a sword. There is no way he would ever reach the highest religious position in Hyrule... I just know it."

Zelda sighed and turned her attention away from the adoring Sheikah. She knew full well that Impa and Rauru don't even come close in the future. No matter how cute it was; they were still very young. It sounded like another child crush and nothing more. Rauru probably did something nice and Impa is overreacting to it. Goddess knows how many times she has done that.

Zelda turned toward Lady DeFleur. Her hands were shaking while she could hear her heavy breathing from afar. Zelda could not help but stare at her as if a bad omen fell upon the woman. Without warning, she watched Lady DeFleur grab Link by the waist and hold him up till he and DeFleur were at eye level with each other.

"ARTHUR! YOU'RE NOT DEAD! HURRY AND MAKE SWEET LOVE TO ME NOW BEFORE THOU RETURNS TO THY CLOUDS!"

"EWWW!" grimaced Rauru as his tongue hung out in disbelief.

"MOMMY'S ACTING FUNNY AGAIN!" cried Link as he attempted to shake away from her tight grip. Zelda attempted to run to him but her dress was far too heavy. She watched as small red stains appeared on his side as if her fingernails were digging at his sides. Three soldiers ran to them. One snatched Link and pulled him back, the second held the Lady's arms back while another lifted her veil and threw powder in her face.

"They, jumped her; their own ruler?"

No. It was too well practiced; especially since soldiers were normally denied the use of magic powder. It appeared more like a safety precaution like it was done over and over. Her body doesn't even feel shocked by this strange act of molestation.

The Lady collapsed to her feet while the Father ran by her side. "Thou head is warm and thy pulse is quick. The Lord's death is taking its toll on the Lady's sanity. Help me take her to my chambers for more counsel and purification. Sir, watch the young ones," he ordered as a large man pulled off his black leather mask.

"Absolutely, Father!" he spoke as he leaned against an ax that was almost as big as his heavily tattooed body.

"Nice choice for a babysitter. Why don't you pick an Iron Knuckle next time; at least their weapon looks cooler." Rauru grumbled as the hairy man took the backside of his ax and used it as a backscratcher.

Zelda ran to Link's side as he straightened his rose. "Romano..."

Link smiled. "I'm well; as long as my guards are by my side. I worry of Mother. She has been acting crazy since Father died. But I worry of thee. She believes you as a walking doll and holds thou so. But when Father Mahogany purifies Mother enough; we will be a happy family once more. This is why you must not speak well of Gerudo. It snaps mother into madness; even with them all the way in the desert they take pleasure of tearing our family."

"Hey kids, want some watermelon?" shouted the executor as he took his enormous ax and sliced the gigantic fruit in half.

Zelda watched as Impa and Rauru ran toward the melon and began to grab a piece. She felt a small arm wrap around her. "I can't wait till we open this place up." Zelda looked over to see Link grinning at the ax as the juices dripped from its edge. "Don't worry, Sister. We'll kill them all... they are a weaker race whose very blood violates in all that we believe; I promise, and then... we'll be the ones to send their leader's head to their children."

To Be Continued...