Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1685

Chapter 1685: Chapter 1685

Zoey stepped forward, her feet bare and dusted in pollen, her eyes shining. "I think it always does. It just needed a name to sing."

And the island did sing. Not in notes or chords, but in light and warmth. A shimmer lifted from the moss itself and drifted through the air like golden mist. It caught in their hair, kissed their shoulders, softened every edge. The petals of the great flower in the center of the clearing began to shift once more, drawing back as if listening.

All around them, the new dreamers had begun to move again. Some held hands, others explored the forming huts and curving bridges that had grown from the trees, all of them glancing toward Jude and his circle. Not with awe or fear, but with expectation.

Emma moved next to him, her fingers lightly brushing his arm. "They’re waiting for you."

"For us," Lucy corrected gently, standing a little taller.

"They don’t know what comes next," Natalie murmured.

"No one does," Jude said, stepping forward. "But we can show them."

He walked slowly to the heart of the clearing, the others following behind him. The light pooled around them like a warm bath, brushing their skin, curling around ankles and wrists. The island’s presence was no longer just a whisper. It was a companion, walking beside them in every breath, every step.

When Jude reached the center, he paused before the flower. Its petals had fully pulled back now, revealing a core of softly pulsing light, golden and deep and ever-shifting. He could feel it drawing him forward - not with command, but with invitation.

He turned to face the dreamers, who had gathered in a wide semicircle beyond the inner circle of his wives. The children sat cross-legged on the moss, their little eyes glowing. Behind them, the adults stood quietly, arms around each other, breath held.

"I don’t know what this place was before we came," Jude said, his voice low but firm. "But I know what it is now. It’s home. Not because we conquered it or claimed it. But because we listened."

He held his hand out to Lucy. She joined him instantly, her bare feet brushing the glowing moss.

"We didn’t find Elaria. She found us," she said. "And she’s still finding others."

Sophie, standing behind them, stepped forward. "But home doesn’t happen just because you want it. It grows. And that growth takes truth. It takes risk. It takes love."

"And choice," Zoey added, wrapping her arms around Stella and Grace, who both leaned into her. "Every moment we’ve lived here, we chose each other."

Jude looked to Rose, whose expression was unreadable for a moment. Then she nodded and stepped up beside him.

"The island is part of us now," she said. "And we are part of her. Elaria is not a place we walk through. She walks in us."

A hush followed. The new dreamers watched, silent and breathless.

Then a ripple moved through the clearing - soft as a breeze, golden as sun-warmed honey. It passed through every person, every plant, every stone. When it hit the trees, their leaves shimmered briefly. The flower before Jude shivered, and from its core, something rose.

A glowing tendril. Thin. Delicate. Alive.

It hovered in the air for a moment, then touched Jude’s chest.

And sank into him.

He gasped, his head tipping back, his vision washed in blinding gold.

He saw the island as it had been - untouched, wild, dreaming alone.

Then he saw it dreaming of them.

The seed, the watcher, the tree, the awakening.

And now, the bloom.

He staggered back, heart racing, body vibrating.

Lucy caught him, grounding him. "Jude!"

"I’m okay," he whispered, dazed. "I just... I saw it all."

Rose touched his shoulder. "What did it show you?"

"That this isn’t the end," he said. "It’s the beginning of the beginning."

From behind them, a child giggled.

Then another.

Then the new dreamers began to hum. Softly. Wordlessly.

It wasn’t a song they knew. But it was familiar. Ancient.

The island’s rhythm, reborn in voice.

Zoey pulled Grace and Stella toward her. "They’re singing with her."

Lucy reached down and tugged Jude up to his feet. "So should we."

He nodded. And they began to sing.

Not a melody they chose, but one that unfolded from their breath like smoke from flame. Their voices wove together, rising and falling, blending in a harmony born of bone and love and shared fire. The children joined in first. Then the others. A swelling chorus of new roots, new souls.

The flower pulsed brighter.

And then it began to split.

Not violently. Not decay.

Transformation.

From its core, golden vines stretched upward and outward, braiding themselves into an arch. Flowers burst open along its spine. At its center, a portal shimmered into being - deep and golden and full of shifting light.

The humming stopped.

Everyone stared.

Jude stepped forward, feeling Lucy press close beside him, Rose on his other side.

"What is it?" whispered Sophie.

Jude felt it again - that pull. That beckoning.

"It’s a door," he said. "To what comes next."

Emma looked at him, startled. "We just got here."

"It doesn’t mean we have to leave," Rose said. "But something’s been opened."

"Another choice," Lucy murmured. "Not just for us - but for others."

From the edge of the clearing, Alara emerged once more. Her body gleamed with dew, her eyes full of starlight.

"This is your gift," she said. "And your responsibility."

Jude stepped toward her. "What lies beyond it?"

"Everything you’ve given," she answered. "Everything you will give. Elaria is not the final place. She is the seed. What grows from here will touch every world that dreams."

Jude looked back at his wives, at the dreamers now kneeling in wonder.

"I’m not ready," he admitted.

"You are," Alara said. "Because you love."

He reached for Lucy’s hand. She took it. The others joined.

One by one, they walked toward the arch of golden vine.

But they didn’t pass through.

Not yet.

They stood before it - thirteen souls, bound not by fate, but by choice.

And waited.

Because this time, the dream wasn’t ending.

It was expanding.