All Chapters of The Island of the Silence: Chapter 151 - Chapter 157

Mara died. The rain fell silently between them. Golden drops floated through the darkness of Nerevin. The archival tower stood above the city like a black mountain. And the boy smiled.“You have read the message, haven’t you?”No one answered.Jonas went unnoticedly closer to Mara. Noah too.Not noticeable. Not aggressive.But ready.The boy immediately noticed it.‘Oh.’ He sighed. “Now it becomes unpleasant.”“How do you know about the message?” asked Mara.The boy raised an eyebrow.“Because I wrote it.”Silence.Noah blinked.“Excuse me, huh?”“The message on the map.”“The one that says we should not trust you?”“That’s right.”Noah looked at Jonas.“I think I get headaches.”“Me too.”The boy nodded understanding.“That often happens.”Mara felt her patience.“Listen to the puzzles.”The smile disappeared.For the first time, the boy worked seriously.“I try to save you.”“When you tell us not to trust you?”‘Yes.’“That doesn’t make any sense.”“But.”The boy looked at

Nobody spoke. The wind stopped. The golden rain hung motionless in the air. Even the pages of the enormous book seemed to wait.Morrigan stood alone in front of the archive tower.And for the first time, she didn't seem powerful. Not mysterious. Not dangerous.Just exhausted.“Please help me.”The words were echoed by Nerevin.Mara didn't know what she expected. A threat, maybe. A demand. An ultimatum.But no request.Not these.Next to her, Noah swept quietly.“That makes everything more complicated.”“What was it ever simple?” asked Jonas.‘Good point’.Mara hardly noticed that the two spoke.Her view was directed at Morrigan.To the woman who had read her story.Who had seen her end.And who was afraid of it.The thoughts met Mara unexpectedly.Because suddenly she remembered the origins.Something he once said."People don't try to defeat death." "They try to defeat the farewell."At that time, she understood the words. Or believed to understand them.Now they felt diff

The ground cracked. Not explosive. Not violent.He opened.Like a door.Black lines ran over the paving stones of Nerevin. They branched. Wuchsen. Imaged patterns.Old patterns.Mara had seen her before.Not here.On the island.In the ruins of the first city.Where memories were lit.Where the origin disappeared.A cold shower ran over her back.“Back!” the boy called.But it was too late.The lines lighted up.Silver.Then gold.Then in a color Mara could not name.A color between memory and dream. Between light and shadow.And suddenly the whole city stopped moving.The rain solidified.People stared.The lanterns. The windows. The stories.Everything.Only Mara.And that's exactly what scared her.Jonas stood right next to her. But he no longer moved.Noah too.Morrigan. The boy.All frozen.Like figures in an image.Mara was alone.Then she heard steps.Slow steps.Right behind her.Now she turned around.No one.The road was empty.And yet she continued to hear the st