Maria looked over the sunset that shined thoroughly on the village’s overlooking bluff. Aden—Ailan—didn’t understand, she thought. To the man beside him, this was the second or third time they met here on the bluff. To her, this was one of many. With Ailan. She let the morning breeze pass through her for a second, as she thought of what to say. It was approaching noon. Pretty soon, Aden—once again—would need to go. She felt like she was talking to a different person right now. And she was begging, in her heart, for a way to carve Ailan Dei Kastrel out of him. How she felt about him… was still there. And Ailan hadn’t died… but the memories. She hoped, that at some point while they were in that forest: Aden remembered the same memories as her.
She looked to him, smirking—squinting and turning away from the sunlight. Maria crossed her arms, “Why delay?” she asked. It was the only words that came to her mind.
It had been hours since Aden came back from the hunt, and they
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Even if the day was blessed with a weather and a kind of sunlight that would only come at least once a month, even if the village and the forest, and the mountains, had it pleasant; wherever Aden went—it seemed—something else would always follow. As long as Ailan and those who knew him were still alive, uncertainty would always be there for him. Leven stepped out of the black car on the privilege of pressing sunlight. His sunglasses gleamed against the pleasant rays as it also hid the agenda in his eyes. Still, though, his smile and just the fact that someone else—someone other than Aden—was there gave it all away.Leven approached the old, overgrown, yellow house on the side of the highway within the forest. It had remained as conforming to the woods as it should be, and they had preferred it that way. Leven’s grin, however, had easily changed things. Easily changed the air.Abel stepped out of the house, the wooden stairs creaking at the
The forest. The forest of the ancient, resurrected dragon, had remained at peace, still. The anciency intact and the silence and the solemness remained. The clouds were still gray, but it had still perfectly completed the green under. The cave had remained with its purpose. To keep Aden safe, while everything ravaged on. A fight he did not even know the scale of. A war to end all things—or to fix it.Aden had almost curled up so hard that he would almost hit his head on the ground. He continued to grit his teeth and close his eyes in constant pain. Unimaginable pain. It wasn’t in his body. It was sort of... mental. His soul was reshaping. Purposely burning to become better. It was how he explained it. It was how the void had taught him to explain it.Everything was coming back to him. He in no sense a god, but he felt like he was slowly learning how to be one—with all the memories, knowledges, and power that was coming back to him. Aden, it seemed, wa
The afternoon birds sang across the now-timid wind moving across the forest. Their tune—their chirping—now set to a mood of watching? And waiting? It gave off thee sense that the forest itself was humbly the audience of Leven and Aden. In the distance, a faint sound of the river could be heard. Then the occasional bend of the trees and the flow of the leaves as the wind met them. Light seeped into the forest cave.Then the handgun sang. The cave boomed with the gunfire’s vibration, and the singing birds were now sent flying away. The distant sunlight from the sun, now challenged by the simple break of gunpowder.Leven’s eyes had widened. He unconsciously had parted his lips… as if to say: How could you? Almost instantly. As he watched his own blood spray away from his body, onto the fresh flat floor of the temple. Aden pulled the trigger again.The shot whizzed through him, piercing Leven’s lower chest. He stumbled down and c
The Kadlum clan was practically the Urrutia clan. For so long, decades and generations long, it was the Urrutia that had always kept the tribe safe. When it was time for Alice’s father to take the place of Datu, the circle of the tribes was at its peak of peace and unity. The peak of understanding. Alice could still remember the day he held her hand when she was just a small child, as they went to one of the most important tribal councils in her father’s life. At the time, she had no idea. But she remembered and realized now. That was the day the clans properly agreed on peace and unity. An agreement to halt their own advances and intentions for the throne, and live as equals instead. The gods would live in prosperity and take on different cities and areas around the place to take hold and flourish. And they were going to do this, until a better way would be established to put a god on the throne. They were starting order. But little did poor Alice know: she was one of t
Alice never really knew why it all came apart. Why it had to go the way it had. Wasn’t it just right, she thought. Wasn’t it just right for the peace to continue? Yet there they were, scarred and damaged by the people they thought would do anything to protect the accord. Bayi, for that matter. “I thought you’d keep to the treaty,” Alice said, as she raised a finger to touch the memory of the god-creature in front of her. “You, of all people,” she said. “But it doesn’t matter anymore. You’re as good as dead. You and your ‘safety’ around you.”Despite, Alice’s feelings, the memory still continued to play. Her head turned back to her father as he brought the agenda to the rest of the god council. Perhaps, she thought, the very first one since centuries.At the center was a round table. “Shall we sit?” her father said, motioning for the stone table in front of them. “Now,&
The morning was slowly shattering. Its rays of the sun gradually fading away as it gave way to the moon. The clouds were losing its yellow shade, but the sun was still there. As the cave had slowly lost its radiance, so too did Alice leave the place. She had asked for power. More power, that is. Kadlum did not complain. “Go,” Kadlum said. “Go and make things right for us. We both want the future the path paved for us, Alice. Make it happen.”Alice’s sharp footsteps echoed across the hallway of the gods as the statue platform at the center lost the human presence—now once again confined within the guardian waterfalls and cave darkness that had always been with it. The darkness seemed to follow her, trail and trace her tracks as she walked towards the exit. Or maybe, it was the other way around. As she went for the exit, maybe the light was going out with her, too. Either way, the temple was to be left alone again.As she crossed the s
Miko paced around the dark, barely-lighted room in the house. He had imagined, Alice and Lyle had already gone to Quezon City when he received the call. Under the lonely ambience of the unknown-filled night, within the walls that had bred nothing but worry and concern, Miko’s phone rang and summoned its screen. He pulled it out of his pocket. “Mark,” it said. The police. Miko furrowed his eyebrows and gave a sigh, then answered the call. “Mark,” he said.“Miko?” said the voice at the other end. “You gotta see this…”When Alice and Lyle were off to bring hell on the other side, Miko had endeavored to fix it. Nothing good was coming out of this, he thought to himself. He left the Kadlum to guard the place, and everything else in Cavite, as he made his way to another part of the city. A morgue.As he drove off deeper into the urban heart of Cavite, the presence of the bright full moon hanged above him. A
Miko was leaning back against the only black object within the thick forest: his car. It was a welcome addition to the otherwise lonely and forever-shade of green, though. The morning light shined down on him and his misplaced car in the green forest quite comfortably. It’s the warmest feeling he had had for a while—both physically and mentally. The past few days weren’t that ‘welcoming’ to him. After all, it was only just a week after Alice and Lyle killed Brian. He blocked the shining sun with his hand and grunted. Where are they? He asked himself in his head.Alice and Lyle lied low and hid themselves from the public for seven days. After what happened, Miko couldn’t afford any chances If they just strolled around the city. It was going to be the first time the trio were going to meet since… since Brian Mendoza.The birds chirped around him with the most ignorant of tones, oblivious to the world around them. Miko wondered i