Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 606 - 608

As the night deepened and the island was shrouded in a thick veil of darkness, Jude drifted into a fitful sleep. His dreams quickly took a familiar, haunting turn. The same dream that had plagued him for weeks now replayed in vivid detail: a mysterious witch and her treacherous son.

The dream always began in the same way. Jude stood on the edge of a dense, misty forest. Before him, a cloaked figure moved with an ethereal grace, her presence commanding yet sorrowful. This was the witch. Her face was partially hidden, but her eyes glowed with an otherworldly light. She seemed ancient and wise, her very being intertwined with the island's primal energies.

Jude watched as the witch's son appeared, a shadowy figure with a brooding, dangerous air. The son moved with a predatory elegance, his intentions obscured by the darkness that clung to him. The witch, aware of her son's growing malice, tried desperately to reach him, her outstretched hands glowing with a soft, protective light. But the son, driven by greed and ambition, betrayed her, casting her into the depths of the forest with a cruel, triumphant laugh.

Jude awoke with a start, the witch's anguished cry echoing in his ears. The dream left him with a deep sense of unease, as if it were trying to tell him something important. Determined to uncover the meaning behind these visions, he decided to venture to the north side of the island, a region he had never explored.

At first light, Jude set out alone, guided by an unshakeable intuition. The journey was arduous, the terrain rough and unforgiving. As he ventured deeper into the island's uncharted territory, he felt a strange pull, as if the island itself was leading him to a hidden secret.

After hours of trekking through dense jungle, Jude stumbled upon something extraordinary: an old, deserted village. The sight of it took his breath away. It was a ghostly place, long abandoned and overgrown with thick vines and ancient trees. The air was thick with the scent of decay and history, a testament to the passage of time.

The village was built from stone and wood, its structures now crumbling and covered in moss. Despite the decay, there was a haunting beauty to the place, as if it had once been vibrant and full of life. Jude wandered through the empty streets, marveling at the remnants of a forgotten civilization.

He came across what seemed to be a communal hall, its walls adorned with faded carvings and symbols. These ancient etchings depicted scenes of daily life: people farming, fishing, and celebrating. But there were also darker images, tales of conflict and betrayal. One particular carving caught his eye: a depiction of a woman surrounded by light, facing a shadowy figure. It was the witch and her son from his dreams.

Jude felt a chill run down his spine. The dream, it seemed, was not just a figment of his imagination. It was a memory, a story etched into the very fabric of the island. He wandered further, discovering more clues about the village's past. There were signs of advanced knowledge and craftsmanship, but also indications of a sudden, catastrophic end.

The deeper Jude delved into the village, the more he realized that this place had been abandoned for thousands of years. There was no sign of recent habitation, not even the faintest trace of footprints or the sound of wildlife. It was as if the island itself had erased all evidence of its former inhabitants.

Despite the eerie silence, Jude felt a profound connection to the village. He sensed that its history was intertwined with his own, that the dreams were guiding him to some greater truth. As he explored, he couldn't shake the feeling that the witch and her son were more than just characters in a dream. They were symbols, echoes of a long-forgotten past that still resonated in the present.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the deserted village, Jude sat down on a moss-covered stone bench. He closed his eyes and let the island's energy wash over him, hoping to glean more insights from the enigmatic place. The witch's face, full of sorrow and wisdom, haunted his thoughts. Her story, he realized, was a warning, a reminder of the dangers that lay hidden beneath the surface.

Jude spent the night in the village, his dreams filled with fragmented images of the past. He saw the witch again, this time in a grand ceremony, her powers revered by the villagers. He saw her son, growing increasingly resentful and power-hungry, plotting his betrayal. The visions were disjointed and unclear, but they carried a weight of truth that Jude could not ignore.

When morning came, Jude felt a renewed sense of purpose. He knew that the discovery of the village was just the beginning. There were still many questions to be answered, and he was determined to uncover the island's secrets. He set off back to his shelter, his mind racing with possibilities.

Upon his return, Jude shared his findings with his wives. Their reactions ranged from shock to curiosity, but they all sensed the significance of his discovery. The village, they realized, held the key to understanding the island's mysterious past. Together, they vowed to explore the northern region further, to piece together the story of the witch and her son, and to uncover the truth about their own place on the island.

As they prepared for their expedition, Jude couldn't shake the feeling that they were on the brink of a great revelation. The island, with all its mysteries and dangers, was guiding them towards a deeper understanding of themselves and their surroundings. The journey ahead would be challenging, but they faced it with determination and hope, united in their quest for answers.

The next day, they set out for the northern region, their hearts filled with anticipation and trepidation. They moved cautiously through the dense jungle, their senses attuned to the slightest sound or movement. The island seemed to pulse with an unseen energy, as if it too was aware of their journey.