Bitter grief

The world became silent to Hordward. No wind, no birds songs, no light. He was standing by the only strength of his posture. His entire frame was shivering. He stared at his father in the eyes, tears forming in his own ones. Yet he didn't cry, as this was a mix between feelings. His father in an attempt to bring back his mother would have killed someone?! Hordward didn't know how to react or if he could or should react.

Part of him wanted to throw up as the flashbacks of the mother-like creature ran through his mind. Hordward knew that bringing back to life someone was forbidden beyond being a disrespectful act for the dead and their still living family. But here, the one to blame was his father, could he be angry at him? He knew his father was only trying to see his wife again, his mother.