text: \[ VI \] Matilda moved wearily as she wore her favorite feather and she swayed to her music: accompanied by her Golden Fleece. She had become exhausted of writing aboot her never ending battles, and with no caution began to pull at the silver intertwined webs that lay endless at her fingertips. To this folly she fell into a angst every time she saw the face of the Hydra being praised by the people of the World. She loathed this beast and often deterred her Indigenous Warriors from standing within proximity of the slick-tongued evil monster. She had watched the Hydra as it grew countless heads her whole life, but was told by her father to never trust the poisonous words that fell from the countless heads. The Hydra had once captured her father and he had barely escaped with his life, and instead threw himself into world battle at a young age, as the Indigenous American/Canadian boarding schools were controlled and terrorized by the Hydra. It would be to this history that Matilda sought knowledge on the beast, and found more questions aboot her father and his unending grumpy moods. For it seemed the Hydra was known worldwide for being both ruthless, avaricious, and most dangerously: a pedophile. The wide-eyed girl avoided looking at the Hydra at extreme lengths: despite his countless faces being found everywhere, and commercialized to the extent that others overlooked the sexual deviance the beast brought on all the children. Matilda was actually scared of this beast, as it seemed as though her father may have been too. She knew better than to ever seek the story of his battles: her father was the bravest man she knew, and his kept secrets well deserved. The Hydra had found ways to place its faces over the sea, and with this power: they kidnapped the Indigenous American children for centuries and raped and murdered them as they saw fit, Matilda’s father included. The beast ripped out the fingernails and mutilated the tongues of the children when they were unable to speak the language of their God. The Hydra had committed mass Genocide as it lined up the children and shot them in the masses left in shallow unmarked graves: to avoid being caught or the paperwork caused when it had kidnapped too many children to feed its desires. To this the Indigenous Warriors fell ill with the darkness of Hades and forcibly assimilated to the ways of the dead-eyed savages who had invaded the land. They had wished death on her and her fellow Indigenous Warriors as they brought with them and feed them to monster known as the Hydra. The beast was materialistic like the Boar and its insatiable desires were equally known to the public. The Hydra now angered by the lack of children sacrifices: began to to increase the rate it raped and the sloppy crimes committed, as the beast only cared aboot its own offerings and continuing its tradition of being a pedophile. Matilda frequently argued with the dead-eyed savages that roamed her land: protesting the well known intentions of the Hydra, and even lost companions over her objections. She had known too many Indigenous Warriors that fell victim to the Hydra, and with this knowledge she knew her Indigenous Warriors and her brave Argonauts would never be safe. She watched as natural disasters occasionally left citizens on her land with nothing but the clothes on their backs, and when they sought refugee and aid from the Hydra who had once promised them protection: they were met with negligence and given nothing more than empty thoughts and prayers. Matilda sat atop her hill silently judging the beast with countless faces, and knew the time had come to kill each and every head that dare continue to cast evil upon the children she called her own: because of its unattested and sickening ways as a predatory pedophile. There were not enough power of electric magic stored in the Golden Fleece to conquer the beast, and Matilda had fell ill from hearing the countless stories told aboot the Hydra from her fellow Indigenous Warriors. It took practice to hold the stories of all the children traumatized and raped by the Hydra. Matilda gathered the information deemed pertinent, as to understand the unpredictable countless heads that continued to grow back no matter where she traveled in the world. She felt disgust in the beast and its perverse ways, and offended as it continued to steal from the citizens. Like the Boar: the Hydra felt it stood above the law and often mocked the citizens with its blatant ability to advert from paying taxes like all the other citizens of the land. In sync with the Boar: the Hydra flaunted its sexual escapades and deviances: until it were forced to pay off its numerous victims, and continued on with its depravity unfazed. Matilda watched as the Boar squealed and snorted to the publics that are represented by the Hydra, and used the masses of the Hydras blind victims to perpetuate an image of false chaste and honesty, as the Boar too: had absolutely no issue with Hydra being a pedophile. Matilda watched as the two spike-lined tails stretched across the waters near the North Sea, and wondered how the Queen of the region had allowed such a monster continue to grow and hurt the children that she was responsible protecting. One tail pointed to the lavish castle of this questionable Queen, and the other tail laid Southeast to the Tyrrhenian Sea, directly to a village plastered with gold from wall-to-wall. The novelty of Western fortune meant nothing to Matilda, so it were clear to her that the duo tails held unequivocal importance to the Hydra and its countless heads. Matilda knew damn well that she’d be battling the monster forever if she formed strategy focused strictly upon attacking the unknowing number of growing heads of the Hydra. So she began to strike her weapons of silver and gold upon the backside of the Hydra, as there were only two tails, and nobody really expects or wants to be attacked from the rear. Ever. A lesson in tactics Matilda had learned directly from the Hydra, as she had studied the many heads of the cowardly deranged pedophile. Matilda was not an indignant or violent Indigenous Warrior, as she was still haunted and crippled by the darkness that had followed her from the depths of Hades. To this battle she knew her violence was fully provoked: she held mighty with righteous intentions, as she sought only to protect the countless children who had been raped by the Hydra, and to ensure further trauma would be cut short by the countless heads of the unstoppable beast. Despite not fighting alongside her famed Argonauts: this battle was personal, and the extremities of her might untested in war. If she were to be cast back to Hades in her next life, as to repent for this slaughter...she’d gladly go back to the dark abyss. Matilda had been raised by one of the finest Indigenous Warriors to walk her land, and to honor this man: she knew this battle was most likely to be her last and took victorious modicum to the taste of Hydra blood she now thirsted for. The time that this beast had reigned terror and sharp-worded lies had reached its end, and she felt the endless relief that she understood the full consequences of decapitating the beast herself. To this battle Matilda cracked her neck once more as she wielded tirelessly her weapons of gold and silver upon the ass of the Hydra, unbalanced by her own laughter in the midst of blood splattering. Matilda proved her indomitable might, as she hand-painted blood upon the walls of the questionable Queen and her lavish castle. She then bestrewn blood across the village plastered with gold from wall-to-wall...with the copious amounts of blood of the now slain Hydra. She needn’t injure the questionable Queen, or set fire to the faceless one that the Hydra had once guarded in the village plastered wall-to-wall with gold. Matilda instead chose to smear the blood of the Hydra along both of their walls as a gesture of final warning: to tell the two individuals that their decor was ostentatious, and to back the fuck up from her children. \-A Traditional Yurok origin myth composed and re-mixed with Greek myths by: Matilda Brooks US Federally Recognized Property #562-6146, Yurok Tribe, CA.