Following Jones’s howl at midnight, the people of the Dark Moon Clan fell into mourning, everywhere became silent such that a pin drop can be heard. Rebecca and the rest waited patiently for Jones and Nalla to show up with the body so that they may begin consecration and ready it for burial. Midnight came and off it went and finally, the sun began to rise, taking its place again amongst the clouds, and showering its light on the face of the lands below.
At the coastline of the White Lake, Jones was still sprawled on the sand, flexed on his knees and he still carried his daughter by the head on his laps, while the rest of her body laid on the sand. He had cried all night and seem to have run out of fluid in his body to secrete more tears, same with Nalla. The woman continued searching her
