All Chapters of The Island of the Silence: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The light went away. Silver. Golden. Black. Not against each other. Together. Like colors that met after endless times.Mara had to close his eyes. The ground begged. The ruins of the city sang. Not with voices. With memories. Millions of memories. All at once.When she opened her eyes, Jonas and Noah were still standing before each other. But something had changed.Between them there was a pattern of light. Complex. Beautiful. Like a map. Or a scar.The origin looked silent.The third one whispered: “The seal.”Lyra became pale.“That cannot be.”“But.” The third parties seemed unconstitutional. “Now I see it.”Mara didn't understand.“What is this?”The origin replied: “The moment the world lied.”Silence.“How please?”The origin came closer. The light was reflected in his golden eyes.“Jonas and Noah were never the same person.”Mara wrinkled the forehead.‘But just—’‘Wait.’ The origin lifted a hand.“They were not the same person.” Short break.‘But the s

‘No’ Mara immediately took a step on him. Then another one. “No, you can’t do that.” The origin smiled. Same quiet smile. The same sad smile.“I’m not doing anything.”His shape became more transparent. Like fog in the morning light.“Then stop it.”Noah laughed quietly. Even Jonas had to smile.The origin too.“You have always been bad in accepting farewells.”Mara stopped.“And you are obviously good in it.”‘No’The answer came immediately.Really.“I hate her.”Silence.The wind went through the shattering city.Silver memories floated through the air. Like snowflakes. Like stars.“Then stay.”The origin looked at them.“I can’t.”“Why?”The man looked to heaven. To the cracks. To the world.“Because I was never really here.”Mara didn't understand.And yet she felt the truth in it.The origin was never a being. Never a king. Never a God.He was something else.One way. An idea. A story.The first story.The thought that everything could be different.And now that

The rain began at 5:17 in the morning. Mara knew the exact time only because they hardly sleep this night had. She lay awake in her bed while the pale light of the street lights through the Curtains fell and drew long shadows to the room wall. Something she had awakened. No sound. No dream. Just that weird feeling. Like someone would know their name. Like there's something waiting for her somewhere. When the first raindrop hit the window, she opened her eyes. Then the second came. The third. And within a few minutes, a uniform rain drummed against the discs her apartment. Normally, Mara liked rain. He had some calming. But this morning the sound felt different. Almost intentional. Almost like a signal. She immediately shook the thought. Since the events on the island, it has become more cautious. Not every shadow a secret. Not every coincidence meant magic. Sometimes rain was just rain. At least she tried to believe that.She left her apartment at 8:00. The str

The Gully lid turned. Slow down. With a deep metallic crunch.Mara couldn't look away.People ran past them. Um, umbrellas were moving through the grey afternoon. Cars drove over the wet road. A cyclist ringed nervt.Nobody noticed anything.No one but them.“Please tell me that this is not really happening.” murmured Noah.“It really happens.” answered Jonas.“That doesn’t make it better.”The lid moved on. millimeters. It's like turning him up. Not violent. Careful.Then the movement stopped.Silence.The rain clapped on the metal.Mara felt her heartbeat. Hurry. Too fast.Suddenly clicked something. An old castle.And the lid glitt to the side.There was no sewerage below.No pipes. No darkness.It's an iron spiral staircase.She led down. Far down.Golden shimmering lamps illuminated the stages.‘No’ Noah said right away.‘Absolutely no’.“You still come along.” answered Jonas.“Of course I’ll come with you.”“Then stop whining.”“This is part of my character.”D

Darkness didn't come slow. She fell over the city. From one moment to the next.The golden lanterns are gone. Windows were black. The rain disappeared. Even the whisper of the stories tumulted.There was nothing for a heartbeat. No colors. No sounds. No orientation.Mara felt her stomach collapsed.Not because of the darkness.Because of silence.For she remembered another silence. To the island. At the moment before the awakening of the dreamer. Those seconds in which the world seemed to be lurking.Then the bell sounded a second time.GONGDeep. Hard. Old.The sound did not seem to wander through the air. He moved through the bones. Through memories. By thought.Mara cried together.Suddenly she saw pictures.Not her own.A woman who ran in the rain. A child who lost a key. A burning bridge. A black stone door.Then everything was gone.“What was that?” whispered Noah.“You also saw it?” asked Jonas.‘Yes.’No one said more. Because no one wanted to say that th