The formation of the ICFL "The Independent Cities of the Fuataga Loyalists" league meant many things for the Fuataga Clan; a sense of Nationalism amongst the Fuataga Castes, a renewed loyalty of old Oaths made to the Imperial House, skepticism towards the Jewish faith and most of all: a monolithic display of disrespect and denouncement towards any Emperor who doid not deserve the throne of Artonia. But as the High-Castes sent messengers to all the neighboring Villages and Cities under the Governorship of Fuataga, telling them that the ICFL must re-assimilate back into the Empire... Pei Fuataga pondered, ever so slowly - on the possibility of there ever being a Fuataga Emperor in which to rule over the Artonian lands. It would of course never be he himself, Pei knew his time had passed - he had achieved great things during his life time. But his time had come, Fua and Taga were waiting at the crossroads of fate. To welcome a son home. But Pei spoke his thoughts allowed, knowing that no one was there... "Fuataga Dynasty, I like the sound of that" Just as Pei uttered those words, a tall young man - with long black hair and high-cheek bones walked into Pei's abode. With him; came Salu Niu the seasoned Word-Smith, a long time friend and close adviser of Pei. Salu Niu, although aided by his Long Orator Staff and a small child, undoubtedly one of his grand children, in order to walk properly... seemed to be passing into history as Pei himself now was. Salu Niu's face looked just as old and withered as Pei's. It would seem that wisdom was not more precious than youth after all Pei thought to himself. Alas, it was Salu Niu's eyes - they retained their colour; of blackened charcoal, his eyes slowly moved up and down Pei's body and when his eyes met Pei he smiled slowly and said.... "My Lord, My Head, My High Chieftain. Though the Sand Dunes are strong, they are guided by the gusts of Wind. Though the body is tall and slender and powerful, it is but guided by the Head. Though the Sun is setting down between your Horizon - your golden rays have set a-light the skies of our History!" Pei - felt his eyes beginning to hold water...barely able to get up from his resting bed, he struggled for a time then stood half erect. He leaned on his head-board and announced.... "My close friend, My most trusted adviser. Call the candidate here, if it pleases you" Salu Niu replied in the traditional manner... "Yes my Lord - it does please me greatly" With that, Salu Niu motioned his hand to the young future ruler behind him. The tall heir stepped forward and knelt just in front of Pei. He kissed Pei's feet, such is the tradition amongst the Fuataga. With that, he spoke a proverb that has been passed down from generation to generation. Back to the words of Fua, when he was receiving power from Atua, his father: "If I am to rule, it is by wisdom. If I am to love, it is by passion. If I am to lead, it is by the Head. If I am to move, it is by the Body. And if I am to carry, it is by the Feet" Pei Fuataga smirked slightly, it had been the same for himself when he uttered the exact same proverb. All those seasons ago. Pei then placed his hand on the man knelt before him - and with a loud cry that made Niu Salu's spine shiver and the small child freeze in place, Pei said: "IT IS DONE!" - Salu Niu started to morn. As Pei Fuataga fell back onto his resting place and breathed his last breath. With that; the young man stood up. It was an emotional time, and undoubtedly the most important time in his whole life. But he had to stick to protocol, he had to follow tradition. As Salu Niu dropped his Orators Staff and cried with much grief for Pei, the young man walked outside - to where all the Castes were gathered. He raised both his arms. And with a loud booming base, echoed the call of Pei.... "IT IS DONE!!!" With that, all the Castes - Man, Women and Child dropped their head to the dirt beneath them and cried and recalled the great deeds that Pei Fuataga had accomplished for his people... The official mourning of Pei Fuataga had begun.