Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1036

Chapter 1036: Chapter 1036

Jude held Grace close. "We walk watcherscript forward."

She smiled. "We will teach prophecy next."

Wives and children slept under watchers’ canopy, hearts alight. Mist drifted across seedlings into dawn, today memory would deepen again.

Temple stood rooted, watcherscript sewn into island mind. Twelve wives, two children, one man, one newly inducted brother, woven into watcherscript covenant now stretched into prophecy-thread.

They slept beneath watchersilk, dreaming watchers in every seed.

Rain fell that morning like a veil between worlds, soft and warm, draping the temple in liquid shimmer. It coated the watcherscript walls with glistening droplets that clung to carved glyphs like living punctuation. Jude stood at the threshold with Laurel in his arms, watching as the mist curled around the courtyard and the mistlight wove slow pulses through the fog. The island breathed around them, thick with the scent of wet stone and flowering moss. The wives moved quietly through the dawn, their hair slick with rain, their clothes dampened but unbothered. Susan whispered watchersong to the children clustered beside the hearth, while Zoey brushed dew from the memory-slates arranged in a spiral across the temple floor. Grace, as always, was the first to notice it, the shimmer in the sky that wasn’t mist or rain, the ripple across watchers’ arcs that tingled against the skin. She stepped toward Jude without a word, one hand outstretched toward the trembling light above. Jude’s breath caught. He felt it too. The watchers had shifted. Something had arrived. Or awakened. Elian emerged from the northern path, his leather coat slick with water, his arms cradling a rune-carved bundle. "It’s changing," he said softly, as though afraid of disturbing the balance. "The watchers brought me this during the night." He unwrapped the bundle with trembling fingers, revealing a large, flat stone, almost as wide as a table, covered in watcherscript they had never seen. The glyphs shimmered faintly beneath the rain, glowing with pale blue light. Jude touched the stone, eyes narrowing. The script was clear, precise, like prophecy, but older. Not a vision. A memory. Something buried deep. Something reaching upward now. "It’s called the Mouth," Elian said quietly. "Or so the watchers called it when they led me to it. I don’t know what it means. Only that they said it’s been asleep since before even cave memory." "The Mouth?" Layla echoed, approaching with Serena close behind. "Like a watcher? Or a place?" Elian hesitated. "Both. Neither. I think it’s where watchers listen. Or maybe where the island speaks." Grace touched her fingers to the stone and flinched. "It’s alive," she whispered. "Like the temple. Like the seedlings. It’s asking something." Jude looked around at the gathered faces, his wives, the children, Elian, and the watchers drifting above them like thought made visible. The watcherscript etched on the new stone pulsed slowly, the rhythm of breath. "We need to take it into the mountain," he said. "There’s a place, near the cave lake, behind the waterfall, where the rock sings. I remember it from the early days, before we settled. I didn’t know what it meant then. But I think it was waiting." No one argued. The stone was lifted with care onto a bark sled woven with watchersilk cords. The rain fell heavier as they set out, a slow, solemn procession through the orchard and into the forest paths beyond. Laurel clung to Jude’s shoulders, watching everything with wide, unblinking eyes. She had not spoken since morning, but the watchers above mirrored her every movement, shadowing her like guardian ghosts. They crossed the glade of moss-bears, passed the twisted birch grove where the air always shimmered, and climbed the path that wound around the hidden lake. The roar of the waterfall grew louder with every step. The mountain loomed before them, its sides slick with rain and moss. The trail narrowed, forcing them into single file. Jude led, guiding the sled behind him, while Grace and Elian kept steady pace behind. The others followed, watching the watchers above for signs. When they reached the narrow ledge above the lake, the watchers flared into light. The waterfall split around a jagged outcropping, and behind the torrent, a hidden shelf of stone beckoned. Jude had seen it only once before, years ago, when he was still hiding his truth and pretending the island had nothing to offer but hardship and survival. Now he saw it with new eyes. The ledge behind the waterfall was dry, shielded by a strange invisible current that split the falling water into arcs before it struck the stone. The moment the stone slab was slid across the threshold, the watchers began to hum. Not a song. Not a vibration. A true hum, deep, low, vibrating through bone and stone alike. The mountain responded. The walls shimmered faintly, then flared to life with unseen glyphs that glowed just long enough to be read before fading again. Elian dropped to his knees. "It’s a listening chamber," he said. "A mouth, yes. But also an ear. It hears watchersong. It remembers every sound made here. Maybe..." He broke off. Jude looked at the slab. The watcherscript on its face had changed. Where before there were static glyphs of memory, now fluid script flowed like water, reforming itself into something legible. "It’s asking for a song," said Lucy. "One it hasn’t heard in a long time." Jude looked around the chamber. "The cave song," he said. "From the first watchers. The song they sang before any of us came." Grace nodded. "Laurel knows it." All eyes turned to the girl in Jude’s arms. She had not spoken all day, but now she stepped down, bare feet silent against stone. She moved to the center of the chamber. The watchers parted for her like mist. She opened her mouth and began to sing. The sound was not entirely human. It had resonance beyond language, tones layered beneath tones, echoes within echoes. The watchers flared in response, their light braided into sound. The temple across the forest pulsed, its ribs humming faintly even across distance.