All Chapters of The Island of the Silence: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The screen flickered. Then the connection broke off. Mara still didn't stand. She ran. Her father's words were unspoken, but more clear than any Message: She hears through me. John lived. And something used it. The river remained on the left of them, then it turned into narrow streets. The city seemed suddenly ineffective normal. People sat in cafes, bicycles ringing, one Tram passed. And no one knew there was something waiting for her under a hospital. Bremen Jonas ran close to Mara. She looked at him several times. Every time he was looking at her. Not asking. Not doubtful. Just there. Elias crawled behind them. “If I survive, I will move into the mountains.” After a few minutes, the clinic reappeared. St-Joseph Clinic Blue light was now in front of the main entrance. More security. Black vehicles without License plates parked laterally. Eirene had taken over. Mara stayed in a side street. She pulled out the keychain. The little white pendant was wet, th

Mara was powerless. The water now rose to its calves. Cold. Quiet. Waiting. In front of her the three doors. Next to her Lena. Before her Jonas, who became more and more transparent. Behind them the nameless child. And for the first time there was no voice that pushed her. No deception. No order. Just decision. She looked at the glass door. Forget it. A normal life. Lena saved. No island. No echo. No Jonas. It hurt to look at them. Then the metal door. Living together. But never free. Always connected. Always the danger that the echo returned. And the wooden door. Truth. Freedom. But something would change the world. Mara closed his eyes. She thought about the storm. To the beach. To Jonas' hand. At Lena in the hospital. To her mother in the archive. To the nameless child who only wanted to die. And suddenly the answer was not difficult. She opened her eyes. Sah Jonas. And said: “I don’t leave anyone behind. Neither do you.” Then she went to t

Mara ran out first. The cold air cut into her lungs. Behind her she heard Lena and Jonas, her steps on the damp gravel path. The house remained open, the back door hit in the wind against the wall. The island was there. Not clear. Just as a dark shadow in the fog. But this time she was closer. Too close. As if it had not appeared in the sea, it had risen from the sea. The lighthouse lay a few hundred meters along the coast. The old wooden bridge, half rotted, still in the water. Gulls circled about it. Old lighthouse Mara held the wet leaf that Lena had given her. The children's drawing was In the meantime, nora was still clearly visible. The fourth child. The one who had no name. And maybe older than all of them. They reached the lighthouse out of breath. The door was open. The castle was broken. Inside it smelled like algae. And after something Mara immediately realized: wet concrete. Like the bunker under the clinic. Jonas stopped abruptly. His hand grabbe

The lighthouse was slightly inclined. Wood beams smiling. Salt water sprayed through the open windows. Among them, waves whipped against the foundation, although the lake minutes ago was still calm. Mara kept the photo so firm that her fingers hurt. Jonas was out of control. His look was on his own dead face. Like his body forgot how to breathe. The bare man called again from below: “The child is not yours! It is the origin!” Nora cried together. She clung to the railing. Mara went to her immediately. She knelt, took the girl on her shoulders. “You’re not going anywhere with him.” Nora looked at her. Tears ran silently. “If I stay, it starts again.” The younger John approached. He suddenly seemed very exhausted as if every minute here weakened him. “She says the truth.” Mara turned to him. Anger flickered in her. “You want to tell me to sacrifice a child? Again?” ‘No!’ His voice almost broke. He shook his head. “I tell you that you opened the loop. And now

The sentence not only echoed the sea. He seemed to go through time. The shapes in the water moved simultaneously. Not to Mara. They knelt. Everybody. Hundreds of dark silhouettes were lowered into the fire, as if they were on this answer is waiting. The bare man screamed something. But his voice was swallowed by the wind. Mara held Nora's hand. Warm. Little. Strembling. She saw Jonas. Lena knelt beside him. Her hands were blood smashed, but he lived. He tried to get up. “Mara... not alone.” His voice was weak. She smiled through tears. “This time I come back.” Nora pressed her hand firmer. “It will hurt.” Mara nodded. “I know.” She jumped. Not in the sea. With Nora together in the black wall of water that is behind the lighthouse raised. Jonas cried her name. Then the tide disappeared.Cold. But for a moment. Then heat. Mara stumbled forward and fell on wet sand. She's glowing. The sea was calm. No storm. No island. No votes. Just dawn. She turn