The green mountain fields should not be here in this frozen time but here they are nonetheless. The children of the village dance barefoot in the grass, completely unaware of the outside world. A timeless place of beauty and wonder, epic and grand while simultaneously cozy and warming. The dew glistens on the morning blades like jewels floating in a green sea, unaware of the coming treachery.

Muted french horns, breathy ambient FX, constant low strings; far-off bells toll at the news of the Fallen One. An inspirational and yet melancholic, dark emotion arises. A piano outro contemplates what might have been, with eerie high-pitched ghosts flying overhead.

White flowers decorate the graves, endless mounds in row upon row. Now is not the time for sadness though, there is still a task yet to be done. Strap on your armor, young warrior, for you alone can deliver this valley from darkness. A lofty chorus and strings mount as our hero grips the Celtic sword.