Chapter 1226

Emma stepped forward, nodding. "Flame feels right."

Sophie's hand found Jude's. "And it spreads."

Layla grinned. "And it's warm."

"Thirteen Flame," Lucy whispered, almost reverently. "I like it."

Jude waited a moment, watching their faces. "Then we need to decide what the Flame does."

Stella was already laying out pieces of bark and charcoal, sketching the glyphs they had seen. "We map it," she said. "Not the island. Us. What we're building."

They worked through the morning, drawing symbols they remembered, tracing the lines of their shared dream-visions. Each glyph seemed to resonate with a memory - a kiss beneath the storm, the moment Rose returned from the river, the ritual in the clearing. They weren't just symbols; they were anchors, each one holding a piece of what they'd become.