Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1016

Chapter 1016: Chapter 1016

Jude woke before dawn, the orchard’s mist hanging like a veil between life and dream. His skin still tingled from last night’s vigil beneath the watchers’ glow, seeds planted and vows made under pale luminescence. He rose quietly, leaving bodies sleeping in their woven nests, and stepped beneath the mist-laced trees. Soft pulses of watcher light shimmered overhead, their rhythm steady and slow, like a heartbeat shared between earth and sky. Jude closed his eyes and felt the orchard breathe around him, the soil, the saplings, the ribbons and seedlings all humming in harmony. He stretched arms wide and whispered a vow: to remain as long as the watcher’s light remained.

When the wives awoke, lanterns hung at tree roots revealed ivy-sheltered glyphs carved last season. Grace held Laurel and Raven close as they stepped barefoot into ring light. Jude guided the wives through morning greetings to watchers in sign language, gestures repeated until the watchers glowed in return, each pulse an echo of recognition. The children followed, mimicking hand shapes, wide-eyed with delight as watchers dipped low then drifted up in majestic arcs.

After breakfast, hushed laughter spilled across the orchard as the wives assigned tasks for the day: strengthening seedling ring, mapping watcher patterns, collecting herbs, cooking with fresh fruit. Jude and Serena took their memory tablets and walked toward the mountain’s base, lantern swinging alongside them. Their new ring of seedlings grew tall and golden from watcher pulses, but they needed to chart its edges. The forest path deeper was silent now, but alive, small creatures scuttled through undergrowth, vines shifted as if breathing. Lightweight ribbons tied around branches glowed faintly where watchers passed overnight.

Serena paused mid-step. "They changed last night," she whispered. "Seeds sprouted in darkness."

Jude nodded. "They accepted our offering. They responded faster."

They sketched the ring’s boundary in a little notebook. Serena added notes: watcher frequency, seedling height, ribbon glow. Jude dipped his fingers in fresh pond water and pressed palms to the earth. "We tie ourselves to them through water and root."

They walked down to the spring and drew more water into jars. On the way back, Grace joined with Zoe and Emma, carrying bowls of porridge and fruit. The group paused, sharing food, water, and observations. Plant glow pulsed softly around their feet. They knew watchers listened to story, name, vow, and deed. Today’s deeds were not weapons, but seedling growth, mapping, food, and kinship. The watchers approved, they glowed over tables of food.

Midday sun filtered through canopy as they resumed work. Susan, Layla, and Zoe tended the ring, carefully pruning shoots that crossed unnatural paths. Natalie and Layla laid down ribbons to guide watchers across the circle’s circumference. Scarlet and Emma carved new wording on slate: "Union of Root, Light, Memory." They handed their slate to Jude, who carried it to the base of mountain seedlings. There, he placed it with a gentle blessing and water from spring. Watchers pulsed around him.

Afternoon came, and children rushed into the ring, laughter echoing. Wives answered with praise and small gifts, handmade beads, mashed fruit, herbal sachets. The watchers responded: shapes shimmering low, guiding children’s steps away from fragile shoots with flickers of mist. Children gasped with joy as watchers danced above them.

Once evening neared, they lit torches at ring boundary and formed a circle for a twilight song. Jude began hum slowly, followed by wives in chords of warmth. Children joined in lower voices. Watchers hovered overhead, forming concentric rings of light that swelled in time with song. The earth vibrated softly beneath their feet. Song ended. Whispered thanks. Tears glistened on cheeks.

Later, a single watcher drifted down and offered droplets of mist, touching each wife’s wrist like a saluting hand. They bowed in gratitude, and watchers rose back into branches. That night, they slept beneath the watchers again, arranged in a protective canopy of light.

Morning arrived bright and alive. The wives gathered around ring and seedlings, some sprouted buds, others leaned strongly toward the watchers. A sense of growth, promise fulfilled. Jude stepped forward, speaking to watchers in measured words: "We guard what you grow. We learn from your light." A watcher responded with a flicker of purple-blue, hue new to them. Gasps of wonder.

Jude’s heart swelled. The watchers weren’t just guardians, they were teaching, evolving the seed-ring in response to their intentions.

They packed a small cohort, Jude, Grace, Rose, Susan, Lucy, with supplies to explore further along watcher trails near mountain base. Others stayed to care for ring and children.

The pathway they followed wound through ferns and broken paths. Watcher pulses guided them slowly upward. Birds quieted; vines parted. The air smelled of rain-on-stone and moss. At the mountain’s lower slope, they discovered ancient glyphs carved into black rock, echoing watchers’ shapes. Ivy grew through cracks. A watcher hovered before them, tracking their approach. Jude bowed and spoke: "We are children of watchers. We come to learn, not claim." The watcher flickered. It touched the glyph with mist. Lines glowed.

Rose traced the glyph and gasped. "It means ’Meeting Place.’"

Jude nodded. "We found it."

They placed offerings, flatcakes, fruit, seedlings, ribbons, at the base. Grace lit incense. Watchers gathered in arcs, shining brighter than before. The wives held hands, creating a circle of presence. Earth hummed. Then a single watcher stepped forward, touch violet. It passed its light into the glyph and transferred a pulse to each of them. Warmth traveled through skin, bones. They staggered gently, then stood firm.

Grace opened her mouth. "We heard a whisper."

Sweat gleamed on brows; hearts pounded. Each had heard, words unwritten, impression only, synced in mind. It said: Grow. Learn. Guide. Remember.

Jude, mind buzzing: watchers gift mission. Not just caretakers, but teachers. The ring not boundary, it’s bridge. They would have to step forward, deeper into island’s veins, to learn ancient ways.

They stayed until dusk, charting glyphs, mapping paths, recording whispers. At night’s fire, family reunited, sharing tales of deepening watcher communion. Children recited glyph-song they had learned. Wives embraced revelation, watchers unveiling island secrets, sharing purpose.