Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1236

Chapter 1236: Chapter 1236

The arch stood at the top of a narrow ridge, its black stone laced with silver veins that pulsed like veins beneath skin. Thirteen symbols had been carved into its face - each glowing faintly. One for each of them.

"It knew we’d come," Susan said softly.

Stella stepped forward, reaching toward the stone. "What is it?"

"A mirror," Lucy answered. "But not for the body."

Jude reached the arch and pressed his palm to one of the symbols - his. The moment he did, the stone shimmered and turned transparent, like obsidian melting into glass. Through it, they saw a landscape they’d never seen before. Endless plains of soft grass, rivers of gold, a sun that hung frozen above a violet horizon.

"It’s a crossing," Zoey said.

"But to where?" Natalie asked.

"Not a place," Lucy said. "A memory. A test. A vision. I don’t know. But the island wants us to walk through."

Grace grinned, bold as ever. "Then let’s do it."

One by one, they stepped through.

Jude was first. The moment he crossed the archway, warmth surrounded him - not heat, not light, but something deeper. He floated, briefly, and then landed barefoot in the grass. The others followed, and soon all thirteen stood on the new terrain.

It was eerily quiet. No wind, no birds, no insects. Just their breath and their movement.

The world shimmered faintly, as if it weren’t entirely solid.

And then the visions began.

Jude blinked, and suddenly he was alone. But not alone.

Before him stood himself - but younger. The version of him that had first washed up on the beach, confused, desperate, afraid.

The younger Jude looked at him and said, "You’re not ready."

Jude stepped forward. "I am. I became ready."

"You gave in," the younger version said. "To them. To the island. To the flame."

"I chose them," Jude said. "I burned, and I was reborn."

The younger Jude shook his head. "But can you protect them?"

The vision faded.

He stood again with the others, each looking dazed, shaken.

Rose knelt on the ground, breathing hard. "It showed me my worst day."

Lucy helped her stand. "It’s not punishment. It’s reminder."

Stella clutched Susan’s hand tightly. "I saw myself alone. On a different island. I never met any of you."

Emma, silent until now, whispered, "I saw myself leaving. By choice."

Sophie reached for Jude. "I don’t like this place."

"Neither do I," he said. "But we’re not finished."

The archway behind them had vanished. Only the field remained.

Ahead, in the distance, thirteen torches had appeared, each burning a different color.

"We walk," Lucy said.

No one argued.

They walked toward the torches. As they neared, the flames grew taller, until each one burned higher than the trees they’d left behind. One by one, the flames moved - stepped forward - and revealed themselves not as fires, but as figures.

Each a reflection of one of them.

But distorted.

Lucy’s double stood still and perfect, her face blank, her eyes glowing white.

Sophie’s wore a crown of thorns and smiled too wide.

Rose’s bled fire from her fingertips.

Susan’s danced barefoot, humming with madness.

They weren’t evil.

They were possibilities.

Paths not taken.

Choices refused.

Futures barely avoided.

Jude stared at his own double. He was alone. Surrounded by ash. His eyes were hollow.

The doubles moved closer.

Mirroring them.

But no longer threatening.

Instead, they whispered.

Each leaned into its counterpart and offered a secret.

To Jude, his double whispered, "You will lose her."

To Lucy: "You will be left behind."

To Rose: "They will fear you again."

To Sophie: "He will forget you."

Each whisper cut deep. Each word left behind a mark.

But none of them broke.

Instead, they turned to each other.

Touched.

Held.

Kissed.

And the doubles faded.

They had passed.

The field lit up in gold.

The archway reappeared.

This time, it led home.

They walked through in silence.

The sanctuary greeted them as though it had been waiting, the trees gently swaying, the moss soft beneath their feet. The firepit sparked to life on its own.

They sat.

No one spoke of what they’d seen.

But in their silence, something sacred formed.

A deeper understanding.

Not everything was perfect.

Not everything would remain beautiful.

But it was theirs.

And whatever test came next, they would face it - together.

The night closed around them.

And the flame burned steady.

The firelight flickered softly across the sanctuary clearing, the air thick with silence and thought. Jude sat at the center again, arms resting on his knees, staring into the flickering violet flames as if they held the answers. Around him, the others lay scattered in pensive stillness, no longer touching as they had the night before. Not out of distance or doubt, but something quieter. Reflection.

No one had spoken about what they saw in that other world.

Whatever it had been - a vision, a dream, a test - had dug deep into each of them. Left something behind. And maybe taken something too.

Rose was lying on her back, eyes wide open, her fingers gently playing with her hair, the usual spark in her gaze now tempered, like fire behind stained glass. Layla sat by the edge of the trees, one knee drawn to her chest, watching the fire without really seeing it. Zoey leaned against her, her hand draped across Layla’s shoulder, but she didn’t speak either.

Lucy was closest to Jude, cross-legged, scribbling symbols into the dirt with a stick. Her brow furrowed in concentration, but Jude could see the way her hand trembled ever so slightly between strokes. Sophie and Grace had curled up together, barely whispering, eyes darting occasionally toward the tree line. Susan and Stella were grooming each other’s hair, slow and methodical, like it was something sacred. Natalie sat beside Emma, their backs touching, quiet warmth exchanged without words.

Jude finally broke the silence.

"We’ve passed something."

Everyone looked at him.

"It wasn’t just a test," he continued, eyes still locked to the fire. "It was... a layer. A veil. We walked through it. And now we’re here."