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The Pint-Sized Piloto
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t.m.gutierrez
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It is 1941. Joaquim Dela Cruz is a Filipino pilot on an obsolete plane, a down-and-out fighter squadron, and is up against the might and the insurmountable force of Imperial Japan. When Joaquim is shot down and crashes in the jungles of Batangas, he transforms into something unexpected: a five-inch dwende. There is a hidden history in the Philippines, stories historians can't record, and it's called Folklores. And it's one Joaquim suddenly finds himself thrust into. He has no idea how and why someone played this trick on him. Joaquim finds out he isn't living in a bedtime fairy tale, this is as real as it gets—too real, in fact, that whoever caused this silly little metamorphosis, on whatever new mission he needs to do, can change the tides of war.
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Prologue
Prologue Once upon a supposed time, a pilot has gravely miscalculated the odds of his luck. Flying the skies over Batangas, his banged-up airplane was riddled with bullets. Sputtering smoke, losing fuel and altitude, it was the end of the road for this pilot. His plane was a dead stick. It just wants to give up and crash. An instant before the inevitable, the pilot’s head rang with a cruel thought, You’re not supposed to die today… you have so much stuff to do. It was like a kick to the groin. It was Christmas time. If he wasn’t on this plane, he should’ve been grilling and eating Lechon. He promised his daughter to make her the best-looking paper lantern ever. He should’ve been anywhere but here. But life is a train where no passengers want to get off. And death is always an unscheduled stop. The pilot looked across the shattered glass of his monoplane, a green and brown Boeing P-26 Peashooter, streaking acro
The Pint-Sized Piloto Mira Rosa Arkangel
December 12, 1941A streak of white light stabbed through the thick darkness like a mad firefly. It was a diwata and her name was Mira Rosa Arkangel. The trees had awoken from their slumber, upon seeing a beautiful and bright fairy making a rare apparition. And they were smitten. Mira had slit eyes like a knife and hued hazel brown. Her skin changed color to light yellow to contrast the darkness around her. What seemed to appear like glass-like butterfly wings that had a curvilinear pattern that matches her dress is her aura emanating behind her. She was donned from head to foot with a bright white Baro’t Saya finely embroidered with flowery patterns, which wove smoothly with the air. Her head was covered with an opaque shawl. When she flew, her aura glowed and sputtered enough energy for a low glide. Earlier that day, Mira was summoned by the great and legendary engkantada, Teresa Emmanuelle Mabini, or Aling Mabini, and was given a task. An assignment from her is always a big deal.
Last Updated : 2024-10-29The Pint-Sized Piloto The Traitor
Beliefs and ideologies are like deeply entrenched trees that are nearly impossible to uproot—unless you kill the trees. When it came to Flatfoots, Ruperto truly believed that his folks were these peaceful, diligent, and hardworking laborers, who never held a grudge or resentment. Seeing that he and Joaquim have been surrounded by an angry mob of dwarves broke the commonly held belief: These weren’t the Flatfoots he knew and loved. They weren’t his family anymore. And this, more than anything, made him so sad it was killing him. Ruperto knew something was afoot and he had to intervene. He stepped forward and faced the army of forks and spears bearing on them. For a moment, he wished he had an enchantment to temper their moods. Since he had none of that—he had to rely solely on his gift of diplomacy… He read the glitter of the mob’s eyes and the way the council of elders hid their mouths with one hand. They were waiting... salivating… for their demise. If he protested, he would have f
Last Updated : 2024-10-29The Pint-Sized Piloto Flatfoots
Joaquim soldiered after Ruperto into the jungle as he made a series of turns. The elder dwarf would shift his kamison backward, turn right, shift it forward, turn left, and so on. On every corner he turned, Joaquim would find the sunrise constantly changing its position. Somehow they were jumping forward into different places. There was no way to tell where they were headed. But even without a map or a guide, the elder dwarf seemed to know what he was doing. Nonetheless, Joaquim found it nauseating. Finally, they arrived at an expansive wetland. Hundreds of migratory birds flocked the fields. To the east, Joaquim spotted the unmistakable silhouette of Mount Arayat. By magic, they were a hundred miles north. They had traveled faster than an airplane would from Batangas to Central Luzon.
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The Pint-Sized Piloto Clara's Amulet
Chapter Eleven – Clara’s Amulet In the years that followed Joaquim would recall his whole escapade can be blamed on this maroon amulet. “This is a practical object you have here,” Ruperto said, dangling the object. “Best to keep it with you at all times.” He tossed the amulet back. It shrank the moment Joaquim caught it. “Shall we take a walk?” the elder dwarf said. “I’m sure, you have questions and I have mine.” Joaquim had tons of it. But above all else, he asked the elder dwarf, “How did I turn into a dwarf?” Last Updated : 2024-10-29
The Pint-Sized Piloto Ruperto Isidro
On an unusually cold September night of 1642, somewhere in the dense woodlands of Southern Luzon, a heavier-than-usual downpour fell against the tree covers. The trees laid their branches down. They gathered their leaves together to form a roof. A closer look revealed that dwarfs were purposely shielding their houses below. At the same time, the dwarves diverted the downpour using wide leaves, directing it toward a canal, and into the river. But once the river swelled, it became a flood that overwhelmed the crude dikes. By morning, the nearby town was at least two feet underwater. Except, of course, this spot of land that remains neat and orderly. There was nothing out of place. No leaves can be seen drifting on the ground, the grass was all handsomely combed and pointing north. The flowers bloomed. Fruits grew aplenty. As columns of sun rays slice through the fields and the woodlands, gradually the dwarves a
Last Updated : 2024-10-29The Pint-Sized Piloto The Cotton Fields
Chapter 09 – The Cotton Fields The last hour or so had been filled with chaos and bedlam. Although Joaquim had been trained how to cope with it, nothing can really prepare you for actual combat, you just have to learn how to face it. But as the elder dwarf, Ruperto Isidro, approached him, his fight or flight response ebbed. Somehow, he had a calming presence about him. “Ah, pardon me, young sir, but where did I meet you?” Ruperto asked. “It’s a long story, but you once saved me from crashing my airplane.” “Did I now?” The old Katipunero suddenly emerged from the bushes from behind them and looked down at Joaquim. “Thank you for the head’s up dear dwende,” he said. “We would’ve been in front of firing squad right now if it weren’t for you and your pigeon crashing in on our table.” Joaquim felt a pang inside him o
Last Updated : 2024-10-29The Pint-Sized Piloto The Passenger
Joaquim thought he had it all figured out. Being human, you know the basic cause and effect of things. You know the laws of physics. When a force exerts something on you, you get pushed back—or thrown off, as you would in an explosion. You know how people get killed. When shrapnel hits your body, you bleed. You die. The grenade has certainly sent the eye-patched officer lying flat on his face. Joaquim couldn’t tell whether he was still alive. But Joaquim quickly realized he was not in a typical earthly plane. Things work differently here. After the dust settled, the nuno towered over him with a tight grimace. He didn’t even budge an inch. Though soot and dust had covered him, he remained unscathed. “You just made things worse,” said the nuno. “Now look what you did.” The mound of earth that was home to the nuno had been completely blown off.Now I’ve really dug myself into a hole,Joaquim thought
Last Updated : 2024-10-29The Pint-Sized Piloto The Guardian
First Lieutenant Shimoda was seated at a scarred desk, studying some papers in front of him. He was in his late-thirties, with thinning hair, intense black eyes under bespectacled round glasses, and had a pedantic manner about him. He had been in charge of the Japanese army sent into the deep south of Luzon. He had arrived with the background on infantry command and the zeal of an idealist, determined to make sweeping reforms to this atrocious Asian country turned into a rural western. Two days ago, a daring heist committed by a few ragtag thieves caught his attention. Despite posting several soldiers in the depot, they still failed to do a simple job: guard the supply depot. It didn’t really matter what had been stolen. If the locals get word how incompetent his troops were, there would be anarchy. He won’t allow that. Not while he is in this post. He called in his assistant. “Send them in.” Mako, Ichiro, and Jiro stepped inside. Their ha
Last Updated : 2024-10-29The Pint-Sized Piloto The New Order
Joaquim remembered so vividly when he flew the pigeon past San Martin de Tours church that he had arrived in Taal, but it had turned into the wrong town. It had lost its luster, compared to the last time he was here. That was just days ago, he believed. But as flew about and raced across the town proper, it looked increasingly evident that weeks, or even months, have passed. Because magic is as magic does. It can do anything. If it had turned him into a dwarf, it could certainly push him forward in time. And so, apparently, Christmas had come and gone and surely, when it did, the Japanese broke the festivities and soured the mood. They never celebrate it anyway. More likely, they took down the decorations and the flowers that festooned the plaza last December. Joaquim only spotted a large Japanese flag draped in front of the town hall. The Tokyo men have posted their sentries in various select areas of the town. It was a way to remind ev
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