Epilogue...
The night filled with screams as Mr. Daton's wife went into labour, his sons cries filling the air as his wife slipped into unconsciousness, she could barely handle being pregnant, nor had she survived the birth, just as Mr. Daton had feared. His son was handed to him by his brother, the next tribe elder and he declared a name "Alexander. Alexander James Daton." Mr. Daton was proud his son was healthy, but of course utterly devistated his wife was gone and it was then he promised that he and his son would never live in fear, just as his wife had done.