All Chapters of The Island of the Silence: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Noah did not answer. And that was the answer. Mara felt something broke into her. Not because he had another name. But because they no longer knew what of his truths were untouched. She looked at him. The weak light in the tunnel threw shadows over his face. Blood dried on his temple. His chest lifted and lowered quickly. He suddenly didn't seem older. It's younger. Like someone who had carried a burden for years and now found no strength, she to hold. Elias spoke first. Quiet. “Say it to her.” Noah closed his eyes. As if the breathing effort alone cost him. Then he said: ‘No. Noah is not my name.” Mara pushed her lips together. The child's voice behind room 7 was still. Like she's listening. Mara heard asking himself: “Who are you then?” Noah raised the view. His eyes met hers. And there was something in them that Mara immediately recognized. Don't lie. Shame. “My name was Jonas.” The word echoed in the narrow tunnel. Jonas. Mara repeated it in though

Mara stared at the key. He lay in her palm, small and inconspicuous, and yet felt as hung her whole life on this piece of metal. To her the door. Behind her the man of the Asteria. Asteria Between the two Jonas. His eyes were fixed to them as if there was nothing more important at this moment as their decision. Not the men who sneaked through the shepherd. Not the gun. Not the voices. Just her. Mara heard steps behind him. The passage was almost free. Shadows moved in the dust. Flashlights dazzled the tunnel. One of Men already pulled the last rocks to the side. The man with the scar didn't come closer. He stayed at the entrance, quiet as usual. The gun in his hand was lowered. He didn't have to lift her. His voice was enough. “Open them.” Mara raised his head. “Who is in there?” He smiled. For the first time, the smile was real. Almost triumphant. “What your father couldn’t destroy twenty years ago.” Jonas immediately stepped in front of her. “Don’t list

Mara stood instinctively before Lena. It happened without reflection. A reflex. As if a part of her had practiced this movement for twenty years. Lena took a look at her. Her eyes were big. Almost surprised. The man at the door stopped. He didn't come closer. He looked at the two like someone who finally saw a lost object found again. The red warning lights dipped his face into a restless flash. The scar worked deeper, the smile disappeared. “So you remember.” Mara didn't answer. She felt Lena behind her. The cold of her skin. The flat breath. Or was it not a real breath? Mara didn't dare turn around. “What do you want from us?” The man didn't pick up the gun. He even slowly put her back in his coat. As if he wanted to show that violence had become unnecessary. “Nothing that has not begun.” Mara hated the way he spoke. Like there's a plan for everything he understood. He made a step into the room. Immediately the alarm cried out louder. The screens flickered

The explosion wasn't loud. Not first. It began with a deep groll that came from the inside of the island — so deep that Mara not only heard it, but felt it in her bones. Then the tunnel inherited. Rock splintered over them. Water shot out of cracks in the walls. The Light Behind the closed door blurred. Absolute darkness. Jonas still wore Mara. She didn't hit anymore. She was paralyzed. Behind her eyes, she only saw Lena. The smile. Word. The look. Elias shouted from the front: “Snell! The whole chamber collapses!" Jonas put Mara on his feet, grabbed her hand and ran. This time she admitted it. Not because she wanted. It's because something got empty in her. The tunnel fluctuated among them. Dust made breathing hard. Behind them thundered stone on stone. The path from which they had come broke Piece together. Suri clinged to Mara's shoulder, panicking. They reached the large cave with the field beds. But she was no longer the same. Water already flowed throu

No one said a word. The knock was clear. Three slow strokes. Dumpf. From inside. Mara died. The metal box lay in its lap, wet from sea water, heavy and cold. Your fingers crawled around the edge. Elias stopped rowing. The boat drifted into the waves for a moment. “Tell me that I didn’t hear that.” His voice was barely more than a whisper. Jonas did not answer. His view was on the box. Too long. Too attentive. Mara immediately noticed. “You knew it.” Jonas took a look at her. The sea was black around them. Only the remote fire of the sinking asteria was reflected in his eyes. He shook his head. ‘Not exactly.’ “But you know something.” He kept silent. Again. Mara hated this silence. But before she could push him further, John coughed hard. He was tired. His face was bald. The water dripping out of his hair. But his eyes were clear. And when he heard the knock, all the color left his face. ‘No’ Mara turned to him. “Papa... what’s in there?” He didn't an