you say you are true and honest and loyal but I once heard a rumor about your dear old mother and how she had passed, they had told in muted whispers. you, i am afraid, are quite a betrayer, because your mother was a witch, or so they claim, and she had your aspiring brother who was always her favorite, or so they had gossiped, and he was following in her magic footsteps, a great disgrace, they told. it doesn't matter the what or the why, but a breaking of a flesh. the water is sweeter, sure, but the water is tainted with your sins and your dishonor. you don't deserve the title of hero or mayor, you deserve your poor mother's fate: fire.
