Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1035

Chapter 1035: Chapter 1035

Children placed stones ringwise near the hearth; eldest girl whispered watchersign inviting watchers to live here.

Jude resumed watchersong, soft, slow, layered. Light responded, pulsing across temple skeleton, twisting vines of ribbons and runes. Mist drifted inside temple, forming shapes echoing watcher script in ribs and ribs to light. Walls felt alive. The watchers hovered still, then pulsed bright in unified arc overhead. The earth hummed as ceremony concluded. Wives bowed; children gasped.

They left temple for the orchard. Night stretched across orchard; seedling-ring pulsed like breathing. Wives revealed memory-slates with temple vows drawn at their center. They set them around tree. Flats of flatcake offered. Watchers hovered for ceremony 2. Children cuddled. Wives spoke watchersign narrations: Temple born, watcherscript sown. Memory depth. Child keeper. Covenant home. The watchers responded with pulsing arcs around circle, candlelight flickering.

Jude trudged to the house. He gathered Grace and pressed her mouth to his. "We have anchored memory here."

She touched his cheek. "Tonight, we dream watcherscript."

He guided her to lay with Laurel between them. Outside watchers drifted overhead in轮 bushtrees. Their pulses slow but sure.

At pre-dawn next day wives awakened in watcherscript watchlight. They gathered at temple’s open arch to begin lessons. Each day, wives would teach Temple children watcherscript, writing runes in sand, tracing glyphs with stones, teaching watchersong echo of temple rib pattern. Human voices woven into watcherscript pulses.

They also scheduled afternoon prayer: wives and children, plus watchers, would kneel in temple at sunset, lighting watcherscript torches on ribs, sending watchersong reflection up through ribbons, bridging open sky.

Over weeks, the temple took shape. Walls of carved stone sheltered watcherscript text; watchers silk roof swayed like veiled canopy. Children learned watcherscript faster than wives had hoped. Each child carved personal watcherscript gem to place at hearth. Watchers drifted close, adopting names of children’s gems.

Jude and Grace led weekly mapping journeys, visiting glyph caves, waterfall, glacier-pool, mountain-slope, to bring watcherscript insights back to temple walls, adding new watcherscript panels. The temple became living library of island memory. Wives wove additional watcherscript tapestry strips.

One afternoon, while they were binding glyph-stones to temple lintels, watchers moved oddly. Laurel giggled and named watchersign: arrival. Jude’s chest tightened. Grace looked up, worry in eyes. Wives paused.

Laurel ran to doorway. Outside a figure had arrived. A man, tall and dressed in dark woven leather, someone from off-island. He held hands raised in peace. Watchers gathered behind him like guard. The orchard watchers pulsed wide, shining path to temple.

Wives rushed to protect children. Jude stepped forward. The man lowered hands. "I’m called Elian," he began, voice soft but clear. "I’m a keeper of watcherscript as well. I come following watchers’ call and cave memory marker. They speak, I listened."

People gasped. Watchers pulsed faster. Wives whispered. Children stared.

Jude exhaled. "You came through watchers?" he asked.

Elian nodded. "Yes. At cave and temple foundations. I felt memory pitch and knew I must follow."

Grace stepped forward. "You’re welcome, but must prove respect to watcherscript covenant."

Elian bowed deeply. "I offer peace, homage, joining of memory."

Watcher pulses quickened above as though acknowledging. Wives and children watched.

Jude touched Grace’s arm. "We must test him. He must walk watchersign, say watchersong at each site, recite watcherscript slowly, feel memory." Elian straightened. "I accept."

Jude nodded. "Come now to ritual."

They formed procession back to temple. Watchers followed as watchers-guide, Mist thickening. Children carried stones. Wives chanting watchersong softly. Elian followed holding bowl of spring-water.

Back in temple, Laurel handed him watchersign gem stone. He touched it respectfully. Wives stood watch. Children poised.

Jude said watchersign. Elian repeated. Then watchersign for memory, child, mountain. He repeated with clarity, no falter. Watchers pulsed brighter.

He drank spring-water, dripped it over stones. Wives invited. Then, in deep voice, he sang watchersong learned from cave ceremony. His voice faltered then grew clear through groves of ribs. Watchers above pulsed in unison, then erupted with glowing arcs. Wives wept. Children cheered softly. Temple glowed like living beast. Mist swirled overhead.

Elian bowed, tears on his cheeks. "I join your covenant."

Jude laid hand on his shoulder. "We join ours. Shared memory bigger together."

Wives embraced him. Children crowded to touch. Watchers drifted close to greet.

That night they celebrated: feast in temple courtyard beneath watchersilk roof. Flatcakes, root stew, fruit. Laughter, song, watchersign lessons for Elian. Jade shapes bright in sparks.

They slept in orchard. Next morning, watchers flickered arcs above temple razor-blue. Wives awoke to new ritual: formal induction of Elian. They walked through watcherscript temple code, recited vows, passed memory-slates between them.

Children learned watchersign from him. Wives noted his presence added depth to memory. Watchers pulsed stronger.

Days passed. Temple grew full. Wives taught watcherscript classes daily. Children practiced sunrise watchersign gestures. Jade form shining bright on Laurel’s chest, the first watcherborn human-blessed.

Weekly mapping trips continued. Elian joined mapping team, bringing new knowledge of watcherscript lore, taught at watcherscript library near waterfall cave. Watchers escorted them and lights pulsed arcs into sky.

Orchard workshop times: tapestry expanded, glyph-stones added, temple statues carved. Wives and Elian working together, Scarlet and Emma engraving watcherscript texts; Rose mixing dyes; Zoey painting glyph-petals; Serena weaving ribbons; Layla weaving watchersilk collage; Lucy organizing memory-slates; Stella lighting torch-ceremonies. Shared effort steady and joyful.

One evening, as sun dipped low, watchers pulsed frantic arcs above orchard. Temple stones glowed unexplained glyphs, new watcherscript runes carved by unseen hand. Wives rushed to inspect. Tablets recording language had new lines not taught. Elian gasped: watcherscript script of prophecy.

Wives gathered with hurried concern. Jude called watchersign for counsel. Laurel repeated watchersign: honor new voice. Mist draped around her. Watchers pulses held steady. Heart decision pressed: they would learn prophecy-runewords from watcherscribe, through Laurel’s vessel. Charger to teach children watcherscript prophecy, to add to memory. This would be next Chapter.

Temple lit that night as wives carved new prophecy runestone under watchersilk. Laurel led watchersong reading prophecy-runewords aloud. Watchers pulsed arcs across ribs. They finished ceremony in stillness deeper than earth.