Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 939

Chapter 939: Chapter 939

"You saw me?" he asked.

She nodded. "Years ago. In a dream the island sent me. A man with the fire of a god inside him, surrounded by stars shaped like women. They told me to wait."

The wives stood in stunned silence. Jude stepped forward. "What’s your name?"

The woman looked at the white smoke behind her. "The name I used before is gone. I burned it. But you can call me Ashra."

Scarlet crossed her arms. "If you were part of the spirits, why help us now?"

Ashra walked toward the will pillar and placed her hand on it. It pulsed gently under her touch.

"Because you built something here that the island didn’t expect," she said. "A circle of intent, rooted in balance. You didn’t come to conquer. You came to become."

Jude said nothing, but his mind raced. The watchers had failed. The beasts around the volcano grew more chaotic. The blue smoke had turned white the moment they planted their own circle. And now Ashra had arrived, a former spirit, burned from the inside but not broken.

"We need to understand what’s inside the mountain," Jude said. "If that’s where this island’s will lives, we can’t just avoid it forever."

Ashra nodded. "Then you need to prepare. Because it doesn’t live in one place. It moves. It listens. And it punishes anyone who speaks its true name."

Grace frowned. "Do you know its name?"

"No," Ashra said. "But I know how it whispers."

They stayed near the new offering circle that night, taking turns on watch. Ashra slept apart from the others but close enough to be seen. She was calm, quiet, but never still. She always seemed to be listening, as if the ground murmured secrets to her that no one else could hear.

Jude sat beside the will pillar again long after the others had gone to rest. The fire was low, and stars blinked overhead like tiny embers. He stared at the pillar, tracing the glyph with his fingers.

Ashra’s voice came from behind him. "You’ve already changed."

Jude looked back. She was seated on a smooth stone, watching him. "So have you," he replied.

Ashra nodded. "That’s why I left. The watchers were designed to adapt, but they weren’t meant to choose. You’ve done something different. You’ve chosen, and been chosen in return."

He studied her for a moment. "Are you human?"

"I was. I gave it up to survive here. Now I’m... less. But I remember enough."

"Then help us," Jude said. "Help us reach the mountain without becoming like the watchers."

Ashra stood. "Then we need to go underground."

Before dawn, they were already moving. Ashra led them south of the volcano, where the land dipped into a series of narrow fissures. The air grew damp and cool. Vines choked the rocks, and strange white moss glowed faintly between cracks. It wasn’t the same sickly light as the watchers, it felt more like moonlight, soft and distant.

"These are the roots," Ashra explained. "Not just of the volcano, but of the island itself. It sleeps here. Or part of it."

Jude sent Susan, Emma, and Lucy ahead to scout. They moved in practiced silence. It wasn’t long before Susan returned, whispering.

"There’s a cavern. Big. Open. Something pulsing at the center."

Ashra led the rest of the group down a sloped path that spiraled into the heart of the cavern. As they entered, Jude’s breath caught.

A massive circular chamber stretched before them, carved by no natural hand. In its center, suspended by columns of woven root and stone, hovered a heart-like mass the size of a wagon. It pulsed slowly, like a sleeping beast.

Jude stepped forward, entranced. "It’s alive."

Ashra stopped him. "Don’t touch it. It responds to will. That’s why the watchers fell, it absorbed their identities."

The wives fanned out again, silent. Layla knelt to study the symbols etched into the stone. "These are older than the ones we carved."

Rose lit a torch and raised it, revealing murals carved into the cavern walls. Jude moved closer, scanning them. They told a story.

Twelve figures forming a circle. A being of light descending. A mountain opening. And then, darkness crawling up the figures, one by one, until only a single shape remained untouched, holding something aloft.

A flame.

Jude stared. "This has happened before."

Ashra’s voice was barely above a whisper. "Many times. The circle fails. One remains. The island resets."

"No," Jude said. "Not this time."

He turned to the heart. "What does it want from us?"

Ashra stepped beside him. "To forget. It wants you to forget why you came. Who you are. If you lose yourself, you join it. You become another piece of its story."

Jude stared at the pulsing mass. "So we remind it. We bring something it doesn’t understand."

He turned back to the wives. "Love."

Scarlet gave a bitter laugh. "It understands hunger. Fear. Obedience. Not love."

"Then let’s teach it."

They set to work immediately.

Each wife brought something of personal meaning into the chamber. Rose brought a braid of dried orchard blossoms. Serena, a thread from the first garment Jude ever made. Lucy, a shard of obsidian she’d carried since the early days. Grace, a book of her mother’s stories, hand-written in charcoal ink.

Together, they formed a second circle around the pulsing heart, not to contain it, but to remind it.

Jude stood in the center.

"I came here believing I was alone," he said. "Believing I had to repopulate the world. That lie was the start of something beautiful. Because from it, I found truth."

He looked at each of them. "I found you."

Ashra remained at the edge of the cavern. Watching. Waiting.

Jude reached into the pouch at his waist and pulled out a small flame, a flicker of captured fire from their oldest hearth, wrapped in the same cloth that had once held the first fish they’d cooked together. He set it before the heart.