She Isn't The One

Third POV

This aged woman who had stared at Starr and disappeared into thin air at the very moment he was distracted had found her way back to her home.

Hers was an old hut, whose structure was made of wooden sticks visible enough to even view the interiors. She struggled with her feeble bones and knees, walking her way into the hut.

She sat on the molded chair, and she let out a slight grunt as she bounced her bottom against the chair. She leaned against the wall and heaved a heavy sigh, grinning slightly at the slight aches she felt round her entire body.

"Why isn't she back?" A lady walked into the hut and began rapping out words, standing and moving round the room unsteady without letting the older one speak.

"Sera.." the old woman tried to say, sighing at the younger woman.

"You told me you would return with her." She kept saying

"Sera.." the older one struggled to utter a word

"You gave me your word. You promised you would return with her and her fruit" Sera kept speaking, rat