I decided to write more on this.

A horn sounded in the distance. Night, was coming and Reed needed to back at the village. He scampered around a fern and darted left. Leaving his lungs behind him. Racing along a rock wall he could see the moon high overhead. Night was descending fast. With a quick snap he jumped over a fallen tree his grunts emitting his presence. The forest was mystic at day. Poison at night. He glanced behind him. Nothing. He moved along the rosin rock. Keeping his breath at bay. He had to get back. A bird flew over head, then disappearing above the tree tops. Moonlight now shone through the leaves. A pale white glow followed him. He ran faster. A whisper sounded in his ear.
“Reed, come back.” A woman’s voice.
“Nenda are you there?” He stopped. Breathing hard. The whispering stopped. It was homely, a warmth from it filled his heart. Below him was a small valley. Where his home awaited him.
“Hello?” He said. A whisper followed his words.
“Reed, come back.” He turned around, the forest facing him. Slowly, he walked into the abyss.
His heart pounded, his legs weak. The last moment approached him, he turned and screamed running.

It was Fern.

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