Those who are dead are not dead

"Speech"

After regaining his balance from the shock, he hesitantly slipped into the water though perhaps not as gently as his father had done, inching closer to the male. The seemingly wise words of the man echoed endlessly within the walls of his mind, returning the troublesome experiences he had been through. Everyone had left him - his brothers, mother, father...and that reminded him of something. "Where's mum?" he demanded innocently and ignoring his dad's praise, craning his neck to allow his emerald gaze to sweep the terrain in search of the ebony woman. The results weren't as satisfying. "Is she here?" Maybe she hadn't died. Maybe she wasn't here because she would come back to him, and hopefully his brothers and father as well so they could be a family again in Abaven. After all, it wasn't much to ask for.