My son, my beautiful baby son... is gone. The savages came in the night, with fire and weapons, determined to change the prophecy. But how can it be, how can my sweet little boy harm them.
I begged and wept as they forced him from my arms, the tiny thing was crying frightened to be separated from his mother, only three days after he was born.
But now I must stop crying. I must stop weeping like a helpless woman.
I shall prepare myself, for the revenge I will take will be glorious. I will do whatever in my powers to take my child back. I am Modron, remember my name...