Island 9

The Chiromancer

“Hurry, we must hurry!” Deveanns eyes flashed at the men. “We must save Henn!” He yelled. Yellow tart flames, thrashed through her house. He had to save her. Breaking away from command he grabbed a wooden bucked and through it at the small home. Steam erupted from the kiln. Taking another he repeated the process. The heat intensifying. He wondered it she was still alive and he acts vain. He through another bucket. The fire, grew lighting the dark sky smoke filtering the winds. A large moon shown on the valley. Glancing up, a bird flew overhead. He through another bucket. His men filling them.
“Henn!” He called… Nothing, just the beat of the flames. He yelled again. The blaze exhaled, flames lashed out. Covering his face he saw the bright yellow encase his men. He yelled Henn’s name again. Looking inside, he could see her rugs burning flapping in the oxygen deprived home. His eyes glimpsed movement. Running foreword , he bolted through the door straight into pain. Smoke surrounded him eyes burning, he saw Henn kneeling by her bed, her small hand held out. Coughing, he slowly began walking to her.
His eyes watered, arms weak.
“Henn!” But his words, were silenced. He felt a prickle on his neck. Turning around, his arm shielding his face.
A face appeared.
“Fern?”

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