Bunny could see the light behind the Death Marcher but she was somewhere else. The beach and the surf appeared like a mirage behind him.
He faced her and spoke words she couldn’t understand.
To him an ancient warrior the words were a proclamation of love everlasting.
To Bunny they were a long forgotten dialect. She felt protected and yet scared at the same time.
Just then a hand reached through the portal grabbing Bunny by her bikini top and hoisting her out of this space.
The Death Marcher screamed and tried to follow Bunny back to the light. But the spirits of the island surrounded him and held him there promising that he could return again through the portal after sunset.
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