Hensar arrived at the house five minutes later. Her mother had left the comfort of the rocking chair on the porch and it seemed that she had ventured back inside the house momentarily. Hensar ran up the path shouting her but no answer came from inside. When she reached the porch she saw the front door was swinging open in the wind and the glass that once held her mothers homemade lemonade was smashed on the floor, the lemonade itself disappearing fast in the crack between the wooden floorboards. She shouted her mother once more but still there was no reply. Maybe she was asleep? Maybe she had gone next door? Maybe even to the village? Hensar didnt think this was likely as it wasnt like her mother to leave the house so unsecure.
Then all thoughts of her mother were quickly removed from her mind. Behind her back in the woods she heard Marhak scream....
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