Island 10

Deveanns arms fell. His legs buckled sending him straight to the ground. Walking over him, Fern motioned to Henn. Instantly she raised herself and walked over to her. The fire still burning.
“Fern? Why are you here. Your supposed to be dead?” Fern moved in closer so he could her.
“You did a bad job killing me.” His eyes widened. She slide a finger down his face. He whimpered.
“What are you?” Walking away, Henn looked cold. Her face, frozen solid.
“I am Fern.”

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