The Rebels stood around the open casket with their heads down; some in prayer, some in sadness. Eve appeared from the crowd and took one last look at their hero. She gave a faint smile and closed the casket, placing a green notebook on top. As the rest of the Rebels left the room, she placed her rosary on the coffin and lit the notebook. Within minutes the coffin was engulfed in flames and then it was simply a pile of ash. The Church of the Wild Ones was now empty. All except for that single pile of ashes.
Dawn broke as I rose from my bed. Seconds later a boy, slightly younger than me, burst through my door.
"Eve..." He hunched over trying