Teanne sobbed in Jacob’s arms as she watched the pyre erupt into flames. The scene was sad, but with the setting sun behind, it was powerful, a fitting way to farewell the Head Elder Elite.
Everyone around was kneeling, every eye wept, it was as if this sanctioned the complete end of everything they knew, their history was burning away with the Head Elder, the ashes blowing away their future.
‘Jacob, I need to go back to the Mother Temple.’
Jacob’s face was awash with sadness. He hugged her tighter and lifted his hand pulling her face closer to his chest. ‘I know.’