The young Merlion’s task would be easier said than done. Although he had mass support, the Merlions left on the island were all either too young or too old to successfully take on the remnants of the Council’s Army.
He therefore decided on a different strategy. That is, he would try and turn the Merlion’s father around- for he thought that he was the key to the plot: not only was this Merlion widely believed to be the weakest of the council members but he was in charge of its army. Indeed he had formed it.
The Merlion’s mother had been trying since the meeting with her son but he was obstinate and it would take the audacity of the young Merlion to make him see.
The young Merlion snuck into the home of the Merlion’s father and caught him unawares. Understandably the young Merlion’s target was angry but he managed to calm the Merlion’s father and stop him from summoning help, begging to be heard out, that the council (or at least one of its members) should listen to the masses as represented by him.
“Fine,” the Merlion’s father said testily, “Spit it out if you must.”
The young Merlion began by appealing to the council member’s heart, reminding him of The Dream, that he could get to know his son, who was otherwise lost to him and needn’t be forever. “My wife has tried this. Clearly if it didn’t work for her, then it won’t for you, boy.”
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