Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1038

Chapter 1038: Chapter 1038

The watchers moved in patterns over each planting, pulses thick with acceptance. Jude spoke watchersign vow: "We receive this memory. We become dreamers. And we carry this gift forward." Children echoed watchersign; wives repeated watchersign soft, long as breath. The watchers pulled back like clouds covering full moon at each echo; seedlings glowed.

In the afternoon they gathered slates and drew geometries of watcherscript and dreamscript under fig-glyph tree. The wives and Elian worked side by side, Lucy mapping dream-runes, Emma carving watcherscript into memory-stone, Zoey painting dream-figures, Serena weaving dream-ribbons into tapestry. Elian held the listening stone in his lap, rereading the script that had drawn him here. Grace flowed from wife to wife, offering water, help, comfort. Judy paused beside her, gazing over orchard trees shimmering with watcherscript tapestries.

"Did you ever believe we could know the island like this?" she asked softly.

He kissed her temple. "I believed in covenant. I didn’t know the island would grant us memory."

She sighed, laying her head against him. "We are memory’s midwives now."

As dusk approached, they reconvened at the temple courtyard beneath watchersilk roof, now patched with tapestries that caught each flicker of watchers’ light. The listening stone sat beside the hearth; dream-gems glowed softly. Children paced around in small circles, terror and thrill baked side by side, while mothers guided them gently with whispered watchersign. Jude stepped to center, raising arms to call watchersong.

He began, and wives joined. The watchers responded with folding light across ribs and glyphs. Children repeated dreamscript and watchersign learned through day. Dream‑gems turned with unasked ripples; tap of stone-edges hummed story. The watchers’ hum matched beats from watcherssong; rhythm built until temple walls vibrated softly. The listening stone glowed, dream‑runes visible to all, alive in breath.

Then the watchers pulled back, leaving temple in quiet. The children clapped; wives hugged; Jude’s chest felt as though islands, watchers, and all creation beat inside him. He knew, this dreamscript would be the covenant’s next life-blood.

Night found them gathered at seedling ring once more for quiet ceremony under watchersilk canopy. Jude recited watchersign pledge: "We guard dreamscript now as seed-gift. We teach it, we live it, we honor it." Wives responded; children echoed. The watchers pulsed once, soft, steady. The seedlings glowed golden-blue.

They ate stew beneath orchard lights woven inside watcherslit canopy. Conversation murmured like warm currents. Wives passed dream-gems between each other, smiling. Children drank sweet water and pressed their stones into their palms.

When fire waned, they wrapped children in blankets and carried them to longhouse. Wives followed, touching lanterns along the path braided with watcherscript ribbon. Jude stayed behind with Grace, stepping off the path into soft grass by temple entrance. Watchers drifted above them, shapes flickering, arcs of light catching between leaves and tapestry threads.

He spoke quietly into the night. "Dreamscript changes us."

She nodded, fingers brushing the listening stone. "And the island."

He slipped arms around her, pressing away weight of more quests, a temple for dream, future maps, watchers crypt. She leaned quiet and strong. "Together."

They watched watchers drift until mist swallowed ground. Seeds below pulsed slower but sure; dream‑gems glowed at each root. They closed eyes, holding memory of watcherscript and island dream, mapped into child-songs, into stone and thread.

They slipped inside and lay together amid woven blankets. Laurel nestled between them, humming dreamscript lullaby in her sleep. Raven stirred, cooing softly. Wives drifted in after, carrying watcherscript journals and soft dream‑runes to their beds.

Outside watchers pulsed once more, canopy of living light above orchard. All was calm. All was memory. All was dream.

At dawn, the watchers would shift again. The wives would gather dream‑gems for daily chant. Children would learn watchersign and dream script. The temple would be filled with glyphs and stories. The island would breathe new dreams through islander hearts.

Jude held Grace close, breathing shared promise. Watchers glowed above the rhythms still. And under the watcherscript temple and seedling ring, a story-woven island slept.

They slept too, under watchers’ breath, dreamers complete.

Mist wove through the orchard like a living veil as dawn’s first light slipped through the trees, soft and pale. Jude stepped onto dew-wet grass, feeling the pulse of watcherscript beneath his feet. The temple behind him, with its new listening stone and dreamscript inscriptions, glowed faintly in the mistlight. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of wet earth and moss, of petals whose color deepened in the dampness. Grace followed, Raven draped across her chest, Laurel’s small hand entwined in her own. Nine wives followed, Susan, Rose, Serena, Layla, Natalie, Zoey, Lucy, Stella, Emma, Sophie, and Scarlet, each carrying bowls of spring water, jars of dew, ribbons dyed in watcherscript hues, blossom petals, dream-gems from the previous night’s ceremony. Children tumbled behind, clutching polished dreamslates and seedtoken balls.

Jude raised his hand, drawing forest hush around them. "Today we plant dreamscript seeds in living ground. We root dreams into watcherscript memory, binding island dream and human hands." Laurel stood nearby, glowing softly, listening-stone carved into her sash. Grace squeezed Jude’s arm, both aware the island had changed, dreams had become seed.

They began beneath the old fig-glyph tree. Children placed dream-gems at the tree’s roots, dreamscript symbols shining beneath petals. Wives poured spring water and dew over gems and roots while Jude spoke watchersign in soft rhythm. Watchers drifted low, mist-bright arcs threading between branches. They responded with pulses, slowing to match lingering breaths and heartbeats. The earth hummed, seedling roots awakening to dreamscript spells. Jude stepped back, watching blossoms tremble, woven dream-runestones glint.

Susan stepped forward, sprinkling ribbon soaked in watcherscript light onto the ground. Rose scattered flatcake crumbs carved with dreamglyphs. Serena tied ribbons between saplings, blossom-kissed knots weaving dream-light. Layla pressed petals into earth, Natalie dripped dew, Zoey brushed seedlings with glaze, Lucy set memory-slates with yesterday’s dreams, Stella lit watcherslaves that blossomed when light reached their wicks, Emma and Sophie placed watcher-figures at roots, Scarlet braided crimson thread around each sapling. Children traced paths between seedlings, naming watchersign dreamsymbols aloud. Watchers pulsed with heartbeat light; the orchard breathed.