Great Grandpa Lalli still held onto his motorcycle even as it was brought down the landing ramp of the family truck by his grandchildren and other members of the Lalli clan. The vehicle had stopped around the corner leading to the road towards Silver Myth Keep. The two-wheeler had a box of TNT strapped to the back with rope and black tape, and it was brought to face the road leading to the raised drawbridge of Silver Myth Keep. "Finally, it's about damn time," the crippled old man wearing a blindfold grumbled, his shaky hands gripping the handle. "I'll show you whippersnappers how to start a revolution!"

"But Great Grampa, you're blind! There's nothing you can do! Please, just go home! Leave the fighting to the rest of us!"
He heard one of the kids speak, but he just scoffed and stroked his beard. He still remembers the day the queen blinded him when he looked upon her face instead of killing him like she usually did. Maybe she decided the offense to behold her beauty did not warrant a death penalty that one time. Or maybe in a whim of cruel mercy, she wanted her face to be the last thing he would see for the rest of his days.

"Aim me at the wall, Kaapo. The queen may have taken my sight, but I still see something very clearly!" He climbed on top of the motorcycle after it was adjusted, and revved the engine one last time. "I see a future for Gilla's sons and daughters! A future where they can live in peace! Free from the witch! Free from tyranny! AND FREE FROM FEAR!" He then hit the gas, and charged forth as the fuse to the TNT was lit by Kaapo. "FOR GILLA!" He shouted out with all the power his soot-filled lungs had left in them, and with a mighty explosion blew open a hole into the wall next to the drawbridge. With his death, the rebels would have the first steps towards a new hope.