Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women

The figure remained still as he approached, its features obscured by distance and the strange way light refracted in this place. And then, as if sensing his hesitation, it spoke.

"You took your time."

The voice was familiar. Too familiar.

Jude's pulse quickened. He knew that voice.

It was his own.

He came to a halt. The figure took a step forward, and as it emerged from the distortion of distance, Jude felt his stomach tighten.

It was him.

Not a reflection, not an illusion.

It was him, standing there, dressed the same, eyes the same. But there was something different. This version of him stood with an ease he didn't possess, a confidence that felt foreign yet undeniable. The way he carried himself, the way his gaze met Jude's without hesitation, this was not merely a copy. This was someone… more.

Jude exhaled slowly. "Who are you?"

The other him smiled. It wasn't a mocking smile, nor was it cold. It was knowing.

"You already know."

Jude clenched his jaw. "No riddles. Answer me."

The other him tilted his head slightly, considering. Then, he spoke again.

"I am you. The you that could be. The you that might be."

Jude's fingers twitched, instinctively ready for a fight, but his other self only chuckled. "Relax. I'm not here to hurt you."

"Then why are you here?"

His double took a step closer. "To see if you're ready."

Jude narrowed his eyes. "Ready for what?"

"For yourself."

Before Jude could respond, his other self moved. Not an attack, just a shift in position, but it was enough to send a jolt of awareness through him. The way he moved, fluid, controlled, effortless, it was as if every part of him was in perfect sync. No wasted energy, no uncertainty. It was him, but perfected.

Jude braced himself as his double raised a hand. No weapon, no visible threat. Just a gesture, an invitation.

"Show me."

Jude didn't hesitate. He lunged.

His first strike was fast, precise, aimed at the center mass. But his other self moved like water, twisting just enough to let the attack pass harmlessly. Jude followed up with a second strike, then a third, each one flowing into the next, but his opponent was already ahead of him. Not blocking, not countering, just moving in ways that made Jude's attacks seem sluggish in comparison.

Frustration flared, and Jude pushed harder. He adjusted, shifting his weight, testing feints, changing angles. Still, his double remained just out of reach, evading with a calm that was almost infuriating.

And then, in a single instant, everything changed.

Jude overcommitted on a strike.

His other self moved.

And suddenly, Jude found himself on the ground, breath knocked from his lungs.

His double stood over him, offering a hand. "You're fast," he said simply. "But speed isn't enough."

Jude gritted his teeth, shoving himself back up. "Then show me."

The other him smiled again. "You learn quickly."

And then they moved.

This time, Jude wasn't just attacking. He was watching, absorbing. The way his double moved wasn't just fast, it was precise. Every motion served a purpose. Every step was intentional. No wasted movement.

Jude adapted. He adjusted his stance, controlled his breathing. He stopped chasing and started predicting.

And for the first time, his double didn't evade completely.

Jude's strike grazed his arm, not a full hit, but enough.

His double grinned. "Better."

The fight continued, faster, more intense. Jude lost count of how many times he was knocked down, but each time, he got up quicker. He was learning.

He wasn't fighting to win.

He was fighting to understand.

And then, after what felt like hours, his double stepped back.

The fight was over.

Jude stood there, breath steady, body aching but not broken. His other self watched him, eyes filled with something unreadable.

"You're getting there," he said finally.

Jude wiped his brow. "And what happens when I do?"

His double smiled. "You'll find out."

And then,

He was gone.

Jude blinked. The space where his other self had stood was empty, as if he had never been there. But something had changed. Jude could feel it.

He looked down at his hands.

The energy inside him no longer felt foreign.

It was his.

And for the first time since this journey began, Jude didn't just feel like someone searching for answers.

He felt like someone who could find them.

He took a breath.

And stepped forward.

Jude's breath was steady as he moved forward, the strange landscape shifting with every step. The ground felt solid, yet at times, it gave the illusion of fluidity, as if he were walking on the surface of a lake that had momentarily forgotten how to ripple. His fight with the other version of himself had left an impression, not just physically, but deeper, as if something fundamental within him had changed. He didn't know what that meant yet, but he was beginning to suspect that this place, wherever it was, wasn't just a test of endurance or strength. It was something else entirely.

The horizon ahead shimmered, and for the first time since he had arrived in this strange expanse, he saw something that wasn't just endless space. A structure, distant but unmistakably real. It was massive, its shape shifting like everything else, sometimes appearing as a fortress, other times as a tower stretching toward the stars. Jude's instincts told him this was important.

He moved toward it, his steps silent against the shifting ground. The closer he got, the more details became clear. The walls were smooth yet ancient, covered in intricate patterns that seemed to pulse with a faint glow. They weren't just decorative; they meant something. He reached out, running his fingers along the cool surface, and a shiver ran through him.

The moment his skin made contact, the world around him trembled. Light surged through the patterns, tracing along the walls like veins of fire. And then,

A voice.

Not his own this time.