The boy in white was standing near the river banks. Despite the golden glow showered off by the setting sun, the boy's white clothes shone brighter. He was slowly being swallowed by a shroud of mist which seemed to be coming from the river. If it wasn't for the white brilliance emitted by his clothes, I wouldn't have recognized him. For the first time, even without my glasses on I can see his facial features. There was something peculiar about his eyes. It was like I've seen them before. Then it hit me. I couldn't believe what I've seen. He was a reflection of me. The golden crescent in his left eye shone brighter than the sun.
It felt like we were staring at each other for ages. Then suddenly he spoke to me...through my mind.
"Huwag kang matakot Shaylam" he said. "Bakit mo ko sinusundan?" I replied. He went on saying,
"Sa simula ay liwanag at sa liwanag nagmula,
dumaloy, umusbong ang bunga ng bathala
Labing tatlong bantay sa mundo itinakda,
walang hanggang daloy Kaniyang pinamahala."
"Sino ang mga bantay? Anong daloy ang meron sila? Sino ka?" I asked.
The sun set completely on the horizon and the mist enshrouded the boy to oblivion. As I struggled to communicate in my mind the basic questions I need to ask, he said, "Orakulo...". Then the boy vanished.
"San po bababa?" asked the bus conductor. I was again covered in cold sweat. I didn't realize that I fell asleep in the bus. Everything was so vivid to me. "Pacita kuya" I said. Then I handed off a hundred peso bill.
"Orakulo" I said to myself. Was it a warning he was giving me? Was it just a dream?
To be continued...
It felt like we were staring at each other for ages. Then suddenly he spoke to me...through my mind.
"Huwag kang matakot Shaylam" he said. "Bakit mo ko sinusundan?" I replied. He went on saying,
"Sa simula ay liwanag at sa liwanag nagmula,
dumaloy, umusbong ang bunga ng bathala
Labing tatlong bantay sa mundo itinakda,
walang hanggang daloy Kaniyang pinamahala."
"Sino ang mga bantay? Anong daloy ang meron sila? Sino ka?" I asked.
The sun set completely on the horizon and the mist enshrouded the boy to oblivion. As I struggled to communicate in my mind the basic questions I need to ask, he said, "Orakulo...". Then the boy vanished.
"San po bababa?" asked the bus conductor. I was again covered in cold sweat. I didn't realize that I fell asleep in the bus. Everything was so vivid to me. "Pacita kuya" I said. Then I handed off a hundred peso bill.
"Orakulo" I said to myself. Was it a warning he was giving me? Was it just a dream?
To be continued...
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