Sounds: Swords clash. King: Son, as the future king, you must protect the village at all costs. You must always be prepared. And remember, the enemy may be closer than you think. Elijah: Yes, father. I understand. Wife stands outside door with hands on hips. King: We're comin dear! U too, Queen Mother. King laughs and puts his arms around son. Now, let's eat! Action: King puts him arm around son, the two walk into house.
Queen Mother gently picks up a gourd vegetable from her beloved garden and cuts it open a with a knife. Blood immediately starts to pour out of the gourd and cover her aged hands. She drops it to the ground in horror and runs towards the tree where the other gourds are hanging to dry. The wind starts blowing fiercely and all of the hanging gourds start swinging violently. Frightened, she looks down as the once dry path changes to a rushing stream.