The next day, the sky is covered with dense clouds, although the rain is still holding off. Master Antonin decides to head out and explore the surroundings.

— "The weather seems to want to stay calm today," he observes, scanning the grayish heights. "We’ll take advantage of this break to discover more of this island. It’s always wise to know your environment, especially in a place like this. You never know what might be hiding behind a smile or a bargain."

Mero, Antonin, and Leila get ready, this time taking the time to truly explore the town and its surroundings. The air is heavy, charged with the humidity that sometimes precedes rain. Despite the dullness, the streets remain lively, buzzing with constant energy.

The narrow alleys are lined with earth-colored houses, sometimes adorned with wooden sculptures and exotic objects hanging from the facades. Stalls overflow with local products: brightly colored fabrics, fragrant spices, carved wooden items, jewelry, and pottery. The locals bustle about, but many cast furtive glances at the trio, as though observing them without truly wanting to be seen.

A certain tension hangs in the air, a collective vigilance palpable, though devoid of hostility. Antonin keeps a watchful eye on every group they pass, his movements fluid and assured. Used to navigating complex places, he occasionally engages with merchants, gleaning information about local life.

As they move deeper into the city, Mero notices more modest alleys, where the inhabitants seem to live in precarious conditions. Children play on the uneven cobblestones, but their carefree behavior is quickly interrupted by adults who call them to order with a mere stern glance. Mero wonders about these darker neighborhoods: Are they linked to the pirates who lurk around the island?

Sensing Mero’s curiosity, Antonin leads them to a more central covered market, where the crowd thickens. The stalls overflow with even more exotic goods: handwoven fabrics, multicolored beads, precious stones, and finely crafted copper items. The air is filled with enchanting scents as a cacophony of voices fills the space, almost joyously.

— "Markets are often places where they try to sell you more than you’re looking for," Antonin warns in a cautious tone. "Here, you need to know where to place your gaze and how to listen."

Mero begins to spot the furtive gestures of the merchants, small maneuvers meant to attract attention and sell supposedly “magical” or “ancient” items. With patience, Antonin teaches him how to recognize these traps and navigate this type of society with caution, where bargaining skills become an essential ability.

Leila, fascinated, leans discreetly toward Mero.

— "Can you believe it?" she whispers. "There are objects here we’d never see in the kingdom. Some of them seem to hold power... or stories."

Her eyes shine with vivid curiosity. She, too, is starting to immerse herself in the local atmosphere, though still on guard.

At the end of the day, they leave the market, their baskets filled with fruits and small snacks for the journey. Yet, something in the gaze of the people — a mix of distrust and curiosity — leaves Mero with a lingering impression: this island is not just a simple stopover. It’s a crossroads of lives, a place where rules are often circumvented, and where one can easily get lost.

Back at the inn, calm slowly returns. But the mysteries surrounding the island continue to haunt Mero’s mind: the pirates, these locals who seem to carry heavy secrets... all of this intertwines in his thoughts.

As Master Antonin talks with the captain and Mero’s nurse takes care of his belongings, Mero stands on the balcony of his room, observing the village below. The air is thick with that mysterious atmosphere typical of isolated islands, where every breeze seems to carry untold stories.

Suddenly, a figure emerges from the void and lands with surprising agility just a few steps away from him. The shock makes him jump, his heart briefly racing, caught between surprise and suspicion. Then his eyes focus on the intruder: a young girl with golden-brown skin, piercing green eyes, staring at him in silence.

She doesn’t move, her gaze as still as a sea awaiting a storm. An odd confidence emanates from her stance. She seems to belong to this place, like an elusive fragment of the island itself. Her slightly wavy brown hair frames a face marked by a few discreet scars, visible remnants of a past filled with struggle.

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A long moment passes in tense silence. Neither seems willing to speak first, as though breaking this moment might disturb a fragile balance. Mero observes this stranger, whose simple but practical clothing betrays an active, discreet life, far removed from the capital’s social scene.

Finally, he speaks, his voice calm but cautious.

— "Who are you?"

The young girl gives a cryptic smile, lacking warmth but not devoid of intelligence.

— "You’re not from here," she replies in a low, fluid voice, almost melodic. "You have the eyes of a young noble, but also those of an adventurer."

Her words echo strangely, as though they contain a hidden truth that Mero himself has yet to grasp.

She moves forward slowly, and he notices the small scars on her skin, marks left by a harsh existence, but also the liveliness that shines through in each of her movements.

— "You’re trying to understand," she continues, "to decipher what’s hidden here. But there are things better left undiscovered. The pirates, the merchants, the locals... all of this hides secrets."

Her eyes narrow as she surveys the town below, as though she can see beyond the colorful facades and bustling streets.

Intrigued, Mero watches her. This girl seems to know things he doesn’t, perhaps valuable truths about this island of a thousand mysteries.

— "Why are you here?" he asks, his gaze searching hers.

A flicker of amusement dances in her green eyes.

— "Because you have something I want, and maybe I can help you... But everything has a price."

A palpable tension settles between them, as though every word spoken could tip the balance. Mero feels that this meeting is no coincidence. This strange girl seems to hold a precious key, but at what cost?

She stays there, motionless, waiting for him to decide.

Without warning, the girl suddenly moves toward Mero. Her movements are quick and fluid, imbued with an unsettling assurance. Before he can react, her lips brush against his in a fleeting kiss. Sweet, but charged with a silent urgency, this kiss seems to want to leave an indelible mark on the young man’s mind. Taken aback, he remains motionless, breathless, the sensation of the contact still burning on his lips.

Before he has time to process this suspended moment, the girl pulls away sharply. Her eyes gleam with an indecipherable mischief, as if she holds a secret she has no intention of sharing. Without saying a word, she turns, grips the edge of the balcony with stunning agility, and with a fluid movement, plunges into the void.

Mero, stunned, takes a moment to react. He rushes to the railing and leans over, desperately trying to follow the fleeting silhouette. But she has already vanished into the shadows of the alleys below, swallowed by the night like an elusive illusion. The village seems eerily peaceful, as though nothing of this ever happened.

His heart pounding, he stands there, frozen in the dark. The lingering warmth of that first kiss still inhabits his lips, a sensation as unsettling as it is unprecedented. He touches his lips, dreamy, unable to shake this moment from his mind.

It’s his first kiss. And it was stolen by a young pirate.

A whirlwind of contradictory thoughts invades him. What should he do? Follow her or not? Curiosity whispers in his ear, inviting him to venture into the unknown, but a wiser voice reminds him of the dangers of this town. This island is full of mysteries, but also dangers.

The dark alleys seem to mock him, as if they’re waiting for him to make a decision. The call of adventure resonates powerfully within him, but he also knows that giving in to this impulse could have unpredictable consequences. He has been trained to be cautious. He knows that misplaced curiosity can open doors that are better left closed.

Still, the imprint of this encounter remains etched in his mind. This kiss, this flight, this enigmatic young girl… it all seems to be part of a larger puzzle, a game whose rules he still doesn’t understand.

He scans the shadows one last time, in vain. The night has closed in on its secrets.

Mero stays alone on the balcony, his heart torn between the desire for the unknown and the restraint imposed by reason. Perhaps the moment will come when he must act. But for now, he chooses to wait, to reflect, and to not forget. The answers will come, sooner or later.