Island Lyrics The Starting Line Novels & Stories

Lay your heart next to mine, let the end begin… The surface is losing, the water will win. I’m everything promised, I’m all that you need, Your only truth, your final creed. Manolya… mmm… ooh… Manolya. Descend to me… descend to me… The waves will claim you, soft and slow, Six thousand fathoms… forever below. Come down to me… come down to me… Manolya… ooh… Manolya.”

I wake to the sound of a sailer calling “LAND AHOY!!” immediately I look around everyone was asleep. Bella fell asleep on watch duty. I shake awake the others but putting my finger to my lips so they’d stay quiet. As Raven starts to rub her eyes to wake herself up, we hear “Ok Britt, The box we will start with is Hay For Farms to get that out of the way, then we will have to get out all the other boxes slowly so we don’t have to do a lot of boxes.” a sailer said.

Into the island. The island answered. Power came up. Not lightning bolts. Lines. Hundreds of them. Thin, blue-white, running through the cracks in the rock like veins. They converged on Darius from every direction, a web being woven in real time. Elias-and-Jace threw their head back. Their jaws opened. The roar wasn’t sound. It was pressure. It was the word itself. "JUDGMENT CHAIN!" Both voices. One name. The lines snapped up.

Then, my eyes catch something past the railing, flashes of green and blue that manes my breath catch halfway through my sentence. I point, voice dropping to a whisper, “Is that...?” Everyone around the table, and then the nearby groups turn their heads, following my gaze. “The island,” I finally breath, my jaw slack as the coast of the Island of Luck slowly comes into view. Even Tedmond and Lucas freeze, eyes wide.

She has a nasty-looking bruise on her forehead, but she won’t tell me where she got it from. Cheerleader Barbie overhears my comments and gives me a cool smile. “It means you lot need the most work.” My insides tighten at what clearly sounds like a threat. “Work?” I repeat, slowly. “You wanna explain what that means?” “There are five islands, each island for a specific number. The island you landed on is Level 1. The island you are going to is Level 0. Level 0 is for troublemakers who need to have a watchful eye on them.”

The boat slowed as it reached the hidden island—an isolated stretch of land surrounded by sharp rocks and deep blue water. No sound but waves. No people. No escape. Isadora was still tied, her wrists burning behind her back, her face wet with sweat and tears. She had fought the entire trip across the ocean. Fought until her throat hurt. Until her legs ached. Until her lungs screamed. And she was still fighting. The moment one of the men touched her, she jerked her body violently.

“I recognize you. You’re on the footage from that show.” Once again, I forced my expression to remain neutral. I wasn’t going to reveal that I was slightly uncomfortable having been recognized for my appearance on “The Island.” “If you know who I am, you can guess why I’m here.” “The Row-so girl,” he said, mispronouncing her name slightly with his heavy accent. I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest. He shrugged a beefy shoulder and nodded at the other two, who put away their guns. “Come with me.”

That’s all. One step, and the hunger would end. The shame. The betrayal. The constant fight. Let go, Isla. No one is coming for you. No one ever was. And then— She stepped forward This is it, Isla. She inhaled. Stepped forward. And jumped. ---- The wind hit her chest first, stealing the breath right out of her lungs. The sea below opened up like a mouth. Then— A hand. Fierce. Callused. Human.

Wheels sing against stormglass—high, clean whine that slices through the ache in my chest. Wind rips through my hair—cool, sharp, carrying cedar smoke from Remy’s skin and the faint sweetness of frybread still on his breath, wrapping around me like I’m his and he’s mine and nothing can take that again. The island spreads below—floating bowls rotating lazy with a low gravitational hum that feels like the world holding its breath, stormglass spires catching the light and throwing prismatic shards across the clouds like shattered promises, students trickling back from break, their voices rising like distant birds, waving up at us like we’re legends.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I replied, "Victor, this island has given us a second chance, a chance to rewrite our story. I am thankful for your love, your unwavering support, and the courage we found within ourselves to take this leap of faith." We held each other in a tender embrace, the whispers of the ocean serving as our soundtrack. In that moment, we knew we had found our paradise, not just on the island but within each other. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, we vowed to cherish this newfound simplicity, this pure and unadulterated love, for the rest of our days.