Moonlight Knows My Name のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Malik’s POVThe forest screamed before I did. It was subtle, not loud, but through the low vibrating tension that snapped through my bones the moment my boot touched the moss covered ground beyond the eastern markers. All that I had learnt over the years flared at once, but it was too late. I had already stepped into it…A trapI stopped moving, trying to steady my breath, I could hear the sound of my heart beating.Everywhere was calm, and like I have always said,the forest was never quiet,my mind warned I should have turned back, I thought to myself instead I kept on going.I had gone past the point where I could turn back, somewhere between thinking something was off or if I was in fact certain. Eve’s face showed signs of tiredness, but her eyes were full of determination. Astrid was trying hard to seem calm and Morwenna’s strange absence did not seem strange to me anymore but felt like an insult.There was something here, I could feel it. It was not exactly magic, it felt like som

Malik's POVI had seen my mother cry only once before, I was seven, hiding behind the doorway when the elders came with their verdict. I didn’t understand everything then, only that when they left, she sank to the floor like something inside her had finally snapped, she didn’t wail, she just pressed her forehead to the earth and stayed there for a long time, as though she were trying to disappear into it.Tonight, when she turned and saw the blood soaking through my bandages, I saw that same fracture open in her face.“You’re hurt,” she said.I leaned against the table to steady myself, the room spinning faintly. The house smelled the same as it always had. “I didn’t come for comfort,” I said. “I came for the truth.”She flinched like I had struck her and for a long moment, she said nothing. Then she crossed the room and pressed her palm to my cheek, as if confirming I was real, her hand shook.“They almost killed you,” she said.“Yes,” I said. “And they won’t stop.”Her jaw tightened

Malik’s POV My mother’s body laid still against the floor, eyes half lidded, the expression on her face finally unburdened yet the air remained heavy, how do you drop something so heavy on me and then decide to just…leave. I stayed where I was, kneeling beside her, my hands still cradling a warmth that was already fading, for a long time I couldn’t move, if I did it would mean this was real, that she was gone, that the woman who had taught me how to bind wounds and name stars had paid for our shot at redemption with her life. My throat burned. “I’m still here.”I thought about all that she had said before now, but it was as though my mind had intentionally stopped at the part where she had said Morwenna no longer needed her, I concluded that it meant everything had already been set in motion. I reached for the cloth at my mother’s waist, meant to cover her up completely when my fingers brushed against folded parchment tucked into her belt, slowly, I pulled it free. There were three

Malik’s POV I staggered back from my mother's bedside as the room tilted violently, my vision blurring. “No,” I said. “You’re not saying what I think you are saying.” It felt as though the more I tried to make sense of this situation, the more complicated it got with the layers of revelations my mother kept unveiling.My mother’s hands trembled under the duvet. “Sit down, Malik.”I didn’t, I actually couldn't. The walls felt too close, the infirmary suddenly became too small to contain anything I knew she was about to say, I dragged a hand through my hair, my boots scraping harshly against the stone floor. Say it again, I demanded. “ Slowly, because I think I've lost my mind.” “Morwena was responsible for the death of a child that they suddenly found after Eve’s return.” “What child?” I asked even though I clearly remembered what she was talking about. My mother looked at me with tears slipping down her eyes.“She took the child,” my mother’s voice broke as she spoke to me. “ It w

Malik’s POVMy mother died right in front of me, in my arms precisely, there was nothing peaceful about her death, she groaned in pain until she drew her very last breath as I grew and began to understand the weight of old age, the loss that came with it, I thought I had braced myself enough for the impact,and on days when I couldn’t suppress the thoughts of losing my mother, I sat somewhere and gave myself the perfect picture, my mother laying in a beautiful white dress, hands folded and breath slow as i show her pictures of us from my early years, I imagined her smiling with ears in her eyes as we said our final goodbyes…I didn’t enjoy the thought of losing my mother but if I was even going to loose her eventually i hoped she wouldn’t suffer at all but she died fighting at the end of the day. The moment her heart stopped everything suddenly felt wrong, I stood there, exactly where I was when she died,then I sank to the floor, my hands hovering over her chest as if I could still wi