Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1022

Chapter 1022: Chapter 1022

They slept at glade’s edge that night, torches lit low, seeds glowing softly, watchers hovering as canopy. Children nestled safe with Grace and Rose. Jude held her hand as they watched watchers drift.

In the dream-phase of night, Jude heard voice not in words but resonance: You become vessel; you hold memory. He woke with heart pounding.

Dawn crept cold. Wives stirred as watchers glowed faint arcs on stones. They gathered around pool to complete offering: Emerson poured bowls of dew-water, Layla placed glyph-stones, Natalie scattered petals. The watchers responded with bright arcs across pool before fading.

Children’s laughter roused them; watchers receded for play. They left glade with hearts full of unity. They returned through ravine, bringing water from pool; vines still glow seemed to cling to skin.

Morning in orchard found wives tending seedlings: water from pool used with breeze; seedlings responded with brightness. Children held watcher-sign lessons, weaving ribbons.

Jude gathered wives beneath fig-glyph. He held small bowl with pool water. "Today we infuse our ring with memory from the watcher-glade." Each wife stepped forward to pour water around seedlings. Tall shoots glimmered. Watcher-light pulsed stronger than before. The orchard hummed.

Rose cut a young branch to graft onto seedling. Lucy recorded glyph additions to slates: Memory Vessel. Stella and Emma carved new stone marker at ring edge. Grants of stability for children to learn. Watchers drifted low over ring, pulsing rhythm in arcs of company.

As dusk fell, they prepared feast beneath watchers. Flatcakes, roasted tubers, fruit, stew. Everyone sang watchersong, celebrating covenant renewed. Julian took Sophie’s hand. She smiled, tears bright.

After, around fire, Jude spoke: "We have touched watchers, rooted pool-memory and grafted unity in ring. We will continue teaching children watchersign and glyph-song. Tomorrow, we map valley-ridge toward waterfall glade and leave offerings there. We are watchers’ keepers."

Wives nodded. Children fell to sleep in arms. Watchers drifted overhead until midnight’s lull.

Jude lay with Grace, body warm, watching watchers lighten and darken. She whispered, "We are never alone."

He kissed her forehead. "Never."

Daylight dawned quiet. Wives and children returned to teach ring caretaking. Jude walked orchard edge with Rose. She leaned into him. "Motherhood gives shapes to watchers." He pulled her close. "And covenant gives roots to memory."

They watched seedlings sway in morning light.

Mist wove through the orchard like pale silk as Jude stepped onto the dew-laced grass. Each leaf and tendril shimmered with watcher-light, as if greeting the morning individually. The world felt hush-soft, as though breathing with anticipation. Jude paused at the edge of the ring of seedlings planted at the mountain’s foot. He knelt, pressing both hands into the moist earth, feeling roots beneath pulse with watcher warmth. Grace appeared then, slippers silent on the grass, Raven against her chest, Laurel clutched by her side. Jude lifted his head to the soft glow overhead, fingers curling into blades of grass. In that moment, the watchers’ light pulsed in time with his breath, deep and certain.

Slowly, the wives joined him: Susan with a bowl of spring water, Rose carrying fresh flatcakes, Serena holding a coil of new glyph-ribbon, Layla clutching a bunch of wild moth-petals, Natalie bringing distilled dew in glazed jar, Zoey with a brush for painting seeds, Lucy bearing memory-slates, Stella with torches unlit at her belt, Emma and Sophie each carrying small carved figures newly shaped in the style of watcher-form. Scarlet followed last, her braid tipped with crimson thread. Each set their offering before the seedlings, circling them in sacred alignment. The children, barefoot and bright-eyed, carried their own, collected river stones, petals, tiny feathers caught at dawn. Jude whispered watchersong under his breath, and one by one, each wife placed a token and whispered a vow.

"You who guard seed and root," Susan said quietly. "We offer water to carry memory." She poured spring water in a soft arc. A watcher dipped into the seedlings’ canopy above and pulsed with sapphire light. It was answered by a gentle ripple through the tender green stems beneath.

Rose stepped forward. "We offer flatcakes as sustenance for body and covenant for seed." She laid them in a circle, pressed with glyph lines. The watcher-pulse quickened, vines extended tendrils over the golden shapes.

Serena followed, fastening glyph-ribbon among the saplings. Each tie bound the token to the young plant; watchers drifted close, weaving light through threads.

Layla pressed petals into the soil. "We offer beauty to nourish the wild." Tendrils of watcher-light descended, brushing petals; each potency glowed.

Natalie poured dew into a basin. "We offer patience in cycles," she whispered, and watchers formed slow whirlwinds above the bowl, bending around droplets.

Zoey used the brush to trace glyph-dots on each seedling’s top leaves. "We offer guidance for growth." Watcher-light formed arcs over her work.

Lucy carved names into slates and laid them at seedling bases. "We offer memory of who we are," she said. Watchers brushed mist over the names, and each glowed blue.

Stella lit torches, their flame absent until watchers’ glow touched them; then they flared with glyph-scribes in golden flicker. "We offer light through darkness," she murmured.

Emma and Sophie placed carved watcher-figures into soil on opposite sides. "We offer reflection of you in form," Emma said. Sophie set the figure complementing hers. Watcher-light circled each statue, pausing gently.

Scarlet tied crimson thread through the root mass of a central seedling. "We offer love in sacrifice and unity." Watcher-pulse softened, pinkish hue shimmering across leaves.

Jude stepped forward last, placing his palms on the soil. "We offer ourselves, our hearts, memory, covenant. May these seedlings grow in your light." His palm pulsed warm. Above, watchers drifted still, then pulsed as one; an arch of blue firelight bent around seedlings.

They stood in shared hush. Breaths measured, hearts tethered. Children pressed closer to mothers. The watchers hovered until each offering responded, seedlings glowed gold or blue where they touched.

Jude exhaled. "Today we sow deeper covenant than for ritual. This is our living Chapter."