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Naviela took a long and hard look at herself or rather the reflection staring back at her.

Her expression blank of emotions; no anger, no fear for what might come or disgust at what was shown to her and the others. But deep inside the Gerudo was seething. Not because of what it showed, but because of the memories flowing back at her. The sight of Ganondorf smirking at her, like he knew what she was planning and thinking it folly.

It had been him who broke the cycle. Every few hundreds years, a male born to lead them further into the future, until the birth of Ganondorf and his obsession with eternal life. No more males born to them to lead them into prosperity. Just endless stagnation as they waited and hoped and knew that as long as the Gerudo King was still alive, but trapped, that the cycle would not press on and give them a new leader for a new age.

Finally the Gerudo reacted by spitting in front of the scythes and their reflections.

"[i][color=FFA800]Lies? Maybe not. Our fears and inner-most worries? I think so.[/color][/i]" The woman thought to herself, but she kept her silence for the moment. There was no need to bring it out on the open. 

At least not for the moment.

When the Skullkid mentioned the arrows, Navi decided to check them out, while the child was testing out the path ahead. She'd try and pull one out, attempt to study it and see if there were any clues or anything special about them.

"[color=FFA800]Hmm.[/color]"