Hadnur the Blind shot the arrow that killed Fijô’s good and  shining son. The gods could not utter a single word when they saw  what had happened. He understood that something was wrong, but  nobody said anything; not to him nor to anyone else. Not for a  while. He started to cry, feeling the terrible loss, but it was  too late. Beldegir was dead by his hands. He walked away, alone,  to his house, to cry and mourn in solitude. Hated by the others,  spurned by the others. He could not help it, he did know what  would happen when he shot that arrow. He did not mean to kill his  own brother.  Hadnur is waiting for the avenger to come, waiting for Woli to  kill him. He regrets deeply what he has done, but knows death is  the only solution. He will be back when the new world rises from  the ashes of the old. Then he will no longer be alone, he will  meet his brother Beldegir again, and embrace him in the grass  where Wuotan, his dear father, was killed by Fanjarîhô. Then he  will no longer by the crying demon.