Chapitre 23: Meriam don't want to be caught off-guard
As the last remnants of daylight faded into the comforting embrace of night, Meriam and Apollo finished their modest dinner. The evening had brought a sense of normalcy, a brief respite from the tension of the day. The cozy glow of their lantern flickered softly, casting gentle shadows on the walls of their small hut.
Meriam, mindful of the need to establish a sense of routine and comfort for Apollo, reached for a book that rested on a nearby shelf. It was a well-worn volume, one that had been a gift from Aaron—a personal creation of his, filled with stories and wisdom that he had penned himself. Although Aaron's presence had long since been absent from their lives, the book remained a tangible connection to him, a relic of their shared past.
"Why don't you read for a while, Apollo?" Meriam suggested, handing the book to her son. "It's a special book, and it might help you unwind before bed."
Apollo's eyes lit up as he took the book, his fingers tracing its familiar cover. He settled into his small bed, propping himself up with pillows as he opened the book. The gentle rustling of pages and the soft hum of the lantern created a peaceful ambiance, a stark contrast to the unease that had earlier gripped them.
As Apollo immersed himself in the stories, Meriam watched over him with a tender gaze. She kept her movements quiet, her thoughts a blend of love and vigilance. Her promise to keep Apollo safe extended beyond mere words; it was a profound, unwavering commitment born from her experiences and fears.
When the time came for bed, and the book lay closed beside Apollo's pillow, Meriam gently guided him to sleep. The room grew darker, the only light coming from the dim lantern that illuminated their small, secure space.
"What about you, Mother?" Apollo asked, his voice tinged with sleepiness as he nestled under his covers.
Meriam smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "I just want to watch you while you sleep, my love. It makes me happy to see you resting peacefully."
Apollo's eyes fluttered closed, his trust in his mother absolute. He drifted off to sleep, comforted by her presence and the familiar rhythms of their nightly routine.
Yet, beneath her calm exterior, Meriam's thoughts remained focused on the potential dangers that lurked outside their haven. The protective instincts that had guided her through countless challenges were now fully engaged, her mind alert for any signs of threat. She knew that the world beyond their hut held risks that could not be ignored.
In the stillness of the night, Meriam maintained her vigil. She sat quietly by Apollo's side, her senses attuned to every sound, every shift in the darkness. Her love for her son and her commitment to his safety were intertwined, driving her to guard him with unwavering dedication. The watchful presence of a mother was both a shield and a promise—one she held close as the night wore on and the world outside remained cloaked in uncertainty.
As Apollo drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep, Meriam slipped quietly from their shared space, her heart heavy with concern. The moon cast silver light across the landscape, illuminating the path that led to the forest, thick with shadows and whispers. She had heard Apollo speak of the men—mysterious figures whose intentions seemed to weave a tapestry of darkness that unsettled her.
With each step deeper into the woods, the trees loomed like ancient sentinels, their gnarled branches stretching towards the starry sky. Meriam's experiences had carved deep grooves in her trust, each betrayal a reminder of the fragility of goodwill. She had seen the darkness that could reside within people, the corruptibility that often masked itself with charming smiles and honeyed words.
Determined to uncover the truth, she moved silently, her senses heightened. She wanted to observe these men, to peel back the layers of their intentions like an onion, exposing the core of who they really were. What brought them here? What schemes lay hidden behind their eyes?
Meriam was not just protecting herself; she was also safeguarding Apollo from the shadows she knew all too well. He deserved to walk in the light, free from the weight of deceit and manipulation. With each rustle of leaves and distant murmur of voices, her resolve grew stronger. She would not let the darkness of the past cast a shadow on Apollo's future.
As the night deepened, she found a vantage point among the trees, her breath steady as she prepared to witness whatever truths awaited her. The forest was alive with secrets, and Meriam was ready to unveil them.
Meriam crept through the underbrush, her senses attuned to every sound and movement around her. The laughter of the men echoed through the trees, mingling with the rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. It was a strange, unsettling melody—a mix of camaraderie and something darker lurking beneath.
As she drew closer, her heart pounded with a mix of apprehension and determination. The flickering glow of a small fire broke through the darkness, casting a warm, deceptive light that danced across their faces. She crouched low, peering through the dense foliage, and her instincts proved correct. There they were, the men Apollo had spoken about—boisterous and carefree, their voices rising and falling in a raucous symphony.
Meriam could see that they were drinking, their hands clutching bottles that glimmered in the firelight. The sight filled her with unease. Laughter often masked ulterior motives, and she could sense the tension simmering beneath their jovial facade.
Listening intently, she caught fragments of their conversation—a mix of jesting banter and murmurs that hinted at plans not meant for innocent ears. Each laugh felt like a warning bell, and she wondered what else lay hidden behind their revelry. What were they truly celebrating? And what darkness did their drunken revelry conceal?
Vigilant and careful, she took a deep breath, grounding herself in the moment. This was a chance to glean the truth, to understand their intentions before they could disrupt the fragile peace she fought to protect. As she remained hidden in the shadows, she steeled herself for whatever revelations lay ahead, determined not to let her guard down.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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