The festivities continued long into the night, and into the early morning. Altair was getting tired, he would have to rest to regain his strength for the days to come. Much had to be done. He returned to his mother's tent first, assuming she had gone to bed much earlier. He wanted to make sure she was ok, and to promise her that he would do his best. He entered the tent, but to his surprise she was not there. He left, and went looking for Melek. He would probably know where she was. But again, Melek did not know where she was either. This worried Altair. Where could she have gone? He went tent after tent looking for her, but to no avail. Fear started to set in. He organized some of his friends, and they set out, looking for any trace of her. About an hour later, a signal was given that she was found. Altair ran to the spot, and then saw her, lying on the ground, with a flower in her hands, dried blood in a perfect circle of red around her. "M-Mom? Mom?! No! No no no! Mom!" Altair cried. He threw himself on top of her body, sobbing deeply. Not now, not when things were going so well! Why would this happen? He wept for several minutes, his friends and other members of the tribe standing around him. He allowed himself to be pulled off of her body, blood now staining his clothes. Other men carefully lifted her body onto a stretcher and carried her into the village. Altair followed just a step behind them, tears staining his face. They arrived in the center of the village and laid her body down in front of the elders. Gasps and shocked voices filled the air. Altair stood there dead silent, just watching his mother. Then, with a sudden movement he ran to stand on a stump nearby. He had to say something. He had to show that despite what had happened, he would not be undone. His mother had been stabbed in the back, and Altair knew without a shadow of a doubt that Marcus had done it. It was his final act of cowardice. His penultimate revenge. Altair wiped the tears from his eyes, and addressed the crowd.
"My people. My family. Today a tragedy has struck. My mother, your former matriarch, has been murdered by her husband Marcus Loros. I know it must be him, because he is the only one that my mother would have let her guard down to. She trusted him, and he betrayed her. Therefore, i decree that Marcus Loros is to be excommunicated, and should he ever be seen again, that he be killed on sight for his actions. For the one who does it, make sure he knows why he is to die. Despite this atrocity, i need you all to have faith. Faith in me, and faith in yourselves. Faith that we can move forward. Look to me, and i will show you the way. You are all my precious family, my precious flock. And i am your shepherd. I care about you more than anything in the world. And i will stop at nothing to protect you."
Altair took a breath before continuing. "Hannah is to be buried tonight, in the plot reserved for those who have lead the family. Though her husband is a traitor, she shall not be treated as such. Weep. Mourn for her. And tomorrow, we move forward, never forgetting her kindness. I have a plan for this tribe, and for all tribes. We have been oppressed for too long. First by Gan, our ancestor, then by Marcus, and soon, like many of our sister tribes, by Kou. I plan for us to unite, under a single banner, so that we may stand tall in the face of our enemies. To them, we are nothing but simple farmers. But we are not so easily cast aside. We are Shepherds! We are those who lead! We are the ones who will usher in a new age for the tribes of the plains! With your help, and as a single force beyond reckoning, we shall rise to heights never seen in the age of man!" Cheers erupted in the crowd, as they listened to his speech. But Altair wasn't finished yet. "Marcus made a terrible mistake if he thought this would destroy us. Instead, let us show him how we have rallied behind her, let us show Marcus that we are strong, and that nothing, not even death, can stop us!!! For Freedom!!! For Life!!! For Hannah!!! WE RISE!!!" Cheers exploded, for miles they could be heard, drowning out all other sound. Wolves howled in the distance, eagles cried, and even the sky seemed to shake from the sheer power of the people. Marcus should have left well enough alone. Now, he had awakened a great beast, one that would change the world forever.