As we approached the burial grounds, we found nearly the entire village waiting by an unmarked tombstone. The men held shovels and little black bottles; the women held beautiful white roses. In front of the tombstone stood a large wooden box with the symbol of Sios carved into the sides and top.
As Chester approached with Tula in his arms, the chief elder stepped forward and undid the lid of the coffin. A second elder knelt down and began to carve something into the tombstone.
“You were seen walking through the village with Tula’s body,” explained the chief elder, “word got around quick, and so we gathered here, to honor a fallen hero.”
Tula’s mother cried out. Tony, who was in Henry’s arms, looked down at his sister, and smiled proudly.