“Oh, my God. This poor little baby was left by his mother. What are we going to do with him? Hmm…”, Xeegam thinks it over, “First, we have to make a tomb on top of the southern hill. Make sure the tomb was facing to the sea.”

“Okay, Chief!”, said Neill as he urged to do so.

“Who’s his name, Rico?”, Xee asked.

“I heard his mom called him Frey”

“Hmm… Okay, his name shall be Frey. Frey is enough…”, Xee added his speech.

On the next morning, Xeegam, Rico, Neill, and some of the villager symphatize that poor little baby come to have some funeral ceremony on the empty tomb. Even it was empty, Xee and the other still pray for Frey’s mother.

“Let ash be ash and the soul of Mod backs to the sea of Le Modia’s life”

After saying that words, Xee throws the Glearin, flower of life,to the sea from the hillside; followed by the others. They put the flowers on the tomb as well before they head back to Clone.

The wind has changed. It calms and comforts the whole Le Mod.