The days go by slowly. I sit on my throne and my new advisor Link reads the daily news. “There have been increased reports of missing babies, it’s starting to hit a record that succeeds the reports in your mothers' old logs, Sir. Is there anything you’d like to do about that, perhaps? I could have Drakus or Damascus look into it?” “No, that won’t be necessary, Link. We won’t be looking into any missing person reports. Our resources are better spared for more important things. I cannot be using valuable resources on issues where parents cannot keep track of their own children!” I get up and march out of the throne room. To my dismay, he follows. “There have also been reports of no food, Sir. Since Mole City no longer exists, there have been no provisions made for meat or clothing,” He dr

