The Bracken Woods disappear from everyone i hold so close to me

He felt sick to his very core, he had to leave. Yet his limbs felt heavy and weighted him down to the spot.

Alarian.

He wanted to vomit again but nothing would come out of his stomach. Athris. He answered in a broken whisper. His green eyes focused on the pile of bile that rested just in front of him as if he might read some answer from it. The skull had looked at him. It had bore into his soul just to remind him. Even after death Athris would be faced with the burden of an awful father. He was my father.

"I am his son. His filthy, lowly, cursed son."