All Chapters of The Island of the Silence: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Mara didn't need a second hint. Noah's tone had no doubt. She grabbed his hand, but he slapped her gently, but determined behind and stepped forward, looking at the place at which the shape was disappeared. ‘Noah’ “To the cabin,” he said again without turning around. His voice was quiet. But she didn't say anything. Mara wanted to stay. Something in her fought against leaving him alone there, while someone watched her out of the forest. But at this moment it cracked again between the trees. Closer. Mara cried together. Noah grabbed after the long woodpeer leaning on the side of her old shelter — one he had carved her for fish days ago, he said. Now worked he suddenly like something completely different. He was enough for her. “Take him and go.” Mara took the spear with trembling hands. Then she ran. The way through the forest suddenly seemed strange to her. Every shadow looked like a Hide. Every branch that moved in the wind let her go together. She turned around

The words were like poison in the air. Mara couldn't breathe. It wasn't just someone standing in front of the cabin. It was calm in his voice. Like this isn't an attack. A conversation he could start at any time. Noah stood in front of the door. The spear in his hand did not even tremble. But Mara saw his shoulders stretching. Suri pressed her harder. The animal gave no sound anymore. Nothing rushed out. No step. No breath. Only this invisible presence. Then the voice spoke again. “I was wondering when to bring someone back.” Mara looked at Noah. His view was directed at the door, but not really there. Rather somewhere in one Memory that suddenly became alive again. Noah did not answer. A few seconds passed. Then a quiet, almost amusing laugh came from outside. “Always the same. Quiet. As if silence made everything disappear.” Mara felt her heart hammered. She wanted to say something. Questions. Scream. But her voice was gone. Noah slowly lifted the free hand

Noah's hands were still on her shoulders. Hard. Warm. Urgent. But Mara hardly heard what he said. Not because she wanted to ignore him. But because Elias’ words were like an echo in her head. Emilia didn't crash. It was as if someone had beaten a fine crack in something that they would for sure had held. No break. Not yet. But a rupture, by the questions. Noah noticed. Mara just saw the moment when he understood that doubt had risen into her. His hands slowly suffered from their shoulders. Not out of rage. It's like something that sat deeper than she wanted. “Mara”, he said quietly, “Look at me.” She raised the view. His eyes were serious. Not hard. Not evasive. Just tired. So tired that it constricted her heart. “Elias knows how to use words. He never says the whole lie. He takes part Truth and twist him.” Mara swallowed. “Then tell me the truth.” The sentence came out faster than she had planned. Noah shy. Not long. But long enough. It was that tiny momen

The night was different than usual. Mara had met the island in the dark: the gentle noise of the sea, the zirpenden insects, the quiet crack of branches in the wind. It always had something Calm down. But now everything seemed like the forest stopped breathing. Noah went ahead, the torch raised. The light threw flickering shadows on the Trees moving in the wind like shapes. Mara remained close behind him. A hand wrapped the torch. The other held his. Suri didn't run next to them. The animal had jumped on Noah's shoulder and dug up there, the eyes wide and vigilant. It was the first time Mara saw Suri feared something. The path became steeper. They didn't go the known way. Noah led them further south, through dense Underwood, over rocks and between huge roots. Once again Mara stick to branches to avoid slipping. She had the feeling of entering a part of the island that never intended for her had been. After a while, she heard it. Not the riff. Another sound. Water

Nobody moved. The sea ran out in the narrow bay. The fire cracked quietly. Somewhere high a night bird cried up. But on the small piece of sand between hut and water everything was solidified. Mara saw from Noah to Elias. For the first time since she had seen the other man, his self-confident Smile disappeared. His face was tense, the eyes on the half-opened Door directed. He was really scared. Not played. Not for them. For something inside. The second knock came. Three beats. Slow down. Dumpf. Like something or someone would tap against wood. Suri jumped from Noah's shoulder and sneaked so loud that Mara crawled together. The Animal set up the fur and went backwards until it hid behind her legs. Noah made a step forward. His voice was rough. “You brought her here?” Elias shook his head. For the first time, his voice was not controlled. “I thought she was gone.” Mara wrinkled the forehead. “Who?” No one answered. That was worse than any explanation. Mara f