Zoey moved to his side and touched the stone.
Another flare.
Then Stella.
Then Grace.
Each time, the light grew brighter. Stronger.
When Lucy touched it, the forest itself shook.
And when Rose placed her hand beside Jude's, the light went nova.
A wave of golden heat rushed outward. Trees bent. Flowers bloomed in seconds. The air itself seemed to sing.
The island had accepted them.
The ritual was complete.
But something else had begun.
From the far side of the clearing came a voice - not one they knew, but one they understood.
It was female.
Soft. Melodic.
"You have opened the door."
They turned.
From the trees stepped a woman. Her skin was the color of deep earth. Her hair was braided with living vines and petals. Her eyes shimmered with starlight. She was naked, but her presence clothed her in awe. Around her, the forest bowed.