Sir Parsifal rides swiftly through the woods, though the journey is not one of pleasure or even hunting. It's been days since his son, the Prince, and the Princess left for their confrontation. The wait was excruciating and it wasn't long before Parsifal took it upon himself to learn what happened.

A small spot of yellow distracts Parsifal and he stops the horse, who rears back with a booming neigh. The older knight dismounts and crouches low to the dejected little duck.

"What are you doing out here, little one?" he wonders, gently scooping the duckling up. "This place is not safe; this is the territory of the Raven."

This sets the duck frantically quacking and gesticulating with her wings, indicating that they continue in the direction Parsifal was headed. Parsifal isn't sure how to react at first when he notices the creature has tears sitting in her eyes. He eventually brushes a gentle thumb against her to take the tears away.

"What could lie up ahead?" he queries to himself.

Parsifal continues on foot only to find the tree. The duck leaps from his arms and ahead, making the strangest noises the older knight has ever heard any bird make in his life. But then he chokes as he recognizes the body slumped against the trunk.

"Lohengrin..."

Parsifal is no longer able knight but frantic father, falling to his knees and grabbing his son by the shoulders. His trembling grows worse as the stiff, cold corpse comes apart where the Raven tore into the Knight.

He finishes his crying before the duckling, somehow finding the strength to stand again and go to his horse. Parsifal finds a length of canvas and carefully wraps his son in the makeshift shroud. The emotionally draining work complete, the older knight scans his surroundings.

"Something is amiss here."

He didn't notice it before but the woods are strangely empty. There is no looming influence of the Raven. Could it be that Prince Siegfried was victorious? But then, why has he not returned?

He puts Lohengrin on the horse and picks the duck up again, uttering quiet reassurances as he continues his investigation. But even inside the Raven's lair, there's no sign of the Raven, his crows, or Prince Siegfried alive or dead.

Parsifal shakes his head at the mystery.

"Let's take our leave of this place for now, little one," he murmurs.

And Sir Parsifal rides out of the woods, unhappy with task ahead of him.