Third Person POV:
The eighteen siblings line up on either side of their Mother, faces shadowed in the bright curtains of white cloth, identically clothed, as if a secret cult was forming for a spell. The moon cast shadows on the ground as the slim bodies lumbered in with grief, unspoken mourning holding them captive, the silent order of the ritual playing through their wounded minds and souls.
"Pater et Filius." Their Mother quietly whispers, the only other sounds that disturbed the moment were the dead leaves of fall, floating to the ground with a remembrance of the event.
Translation: Pater et Filius- Father and son.
It took several days for Skah's body to be found and brought home, just the right amount of time for the entire family to accumulate. The non White Warriors, mostly somb
