A mother mourns the loss of her son. The most wonderful man in
  the world; light and shining, fair and beautiful as no other man.
  Light blond hair, wonderful skyblue eyes and a skin so fair it
  shines! Tall and handsome, strong and brave, perfect in all his
  being. Now he is dead! Silent. Alone. Watching the lands and
  others from a window up high in the clouds. Cold of sorrow,
  exhausted by grief; the very little remaining life is fading
  away. Too tired to move, too mournful to think of anything else
  then her dead son. The others are preparing the defense of the
  town, and her husband has left to find the avenger for the
  killing. Nobody thinks of her, nobody has any time for her. She
  is left alone, to mourn the death of her son.