Island 4

Beginning

Nenda looked out across the lake. Her eyes, settled on the reeds. She missed him. Her gaze drifted up to the hills. It was dark, and he had not come home. Moving she grimaced with pain, her left leg weak. Walking outside the moon, shown through the tree tops. A bird flew overhead. A tear fell pass her check.
“Miss Nenda? Is that you?” She looked back, it was Hen. Reeds younger sister.
“Hen, it’s much too late for you, please go to bed.” A smile flashed on her face. Hen walked closer, her night gown close behind.
“Is Reed back yet?”
“No, not quite he will though don’t worry.” She smiled again. She looked up at the hills again, the darkness flowing down the hill.
“Come, to bed.” Hen nodded and left.

A scream sounded inside her.
“Reed.” She knew he was dead, she closed her eyes. A bird flew overhead, she could she it. The scene burned into her mind.

A whisper sounded behind her.

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