Tears fell like rain. Blood dripped slowly like sap on a warm summer day. The snow of the Northern Wastes lightly floated from grey clouds and land softly upon the frozen tundra. And Darkness... Darkness shrouded the world. "My love," Henry cried in despair. "My life!" Henry wept for his home, his people, but mostly he wept for his beloved. Knight's voice broke the shrill noise of sorrow. "Your village whore did not suffer. You will not receive the same mercy." Henry tear-covered face grew red with anger. "What did you call her?" Knight only laughed at Henry's anger. "Speak to me, demon!"