Bathalang Diwa POV
I was standing on the balcony of my Castle, feeling the fresh air fill my lungs. The waves of the sea beneath was calming, it's gentle soar we're music to my ears. This was my life in my tribe everyday, peaceful and serene, as long as the Demonyos didn't have the guts to bother us.
"Your Highness, there's someone here to see you" -one of my servantes announced.
I turned to face the visitors, the three Borboro.
"Bathalang Diwa" -they bowed in respect
"I've come to ask about the neighboring tribes and bring some news" -one of them said
I nodded
"We'll discuss this is my opisnia" -they nodded in agreement and followed me
"Balingkis, prepare some makran for our guests" - I instructed my servante
"Yes, Bathala" - Balingkis bowed and left
I walked inside my castle towards my opisnia behind me was the three Borboro, I gently pushed open the door of my opisnia before entering. We entered my office i walked towards my desk and sat on my chair, and I gestured for them to sit.
"Report now" - I commanded
"Bathalang Diwa, the water level in Tubrig is decreasing, and the people are getting anxious by this scene" - Hulka began.
"In Lupras, the plants are withering, and soon we won't have any more makran" -Gulantis added in his worried voice, I can feel his worry for the Lurpan people
I sighed as I looked at Nakpil nodding at him to report his own concern
"As for Asmanya, their crops are failing, they might not be able to send us penyo and tinagpa" -Nakpil concluded
I knew why this was happening, but what could i do? My mensahes was slowly failing to find the suitable maiden for me. A few more months and the whole four tribes we'll be in hunger, and if that happens the whole Demonyo's will probably celebrate and plan their attack on us.
"Bathalang Diwa, we know you know why this is happening" - Gulantis almost lost his voice I knew his feeling sungkol
Hulka breathe out "Bathala we hope that you'll find the Diwatang Arkanghel, the one who's marked by prophecy to help us all"
My servante pushed the door open before walking towards us carrying the tray of makran
Hulka stared at her as if mesmerize
"Thank you beautiful servante, you really have a big as—Gulantis!"
I shook my head at Hulka's naughty behavior as he felt Gulantis nails dug in his arms. Hulka does have feelings for one of the baylan Balingkis.
"Your filthy mouth Hulka! Your exposing yourself that your so thirsty for a sexyo!" Gulantis crosses his brasa then looked at me smiled asking for forgiveness
Balingkis shyly lowered her head then bowed before leaving my opisnia, Hulka being his self followed the girls retreating pigur of the baylan with such affection.
"Bathala if ever you find the Diwatang arkanghel that's said by the prophecy for you, is it okay if we're the first to know the news? I'm sure the other tribes will celebrate and feel joyful by the news. And if it's possible i have one pabror"
Nakpil smiled as he talked.
"Can i perhaps court Glaloi—"
Before he could even finish his sentence Gulantis cutted him off
"Nakpil! My sister is still young!" Gulantis disapprove making Hulka laugh
"Gulantis, Glaloisa is near twenty five what's young there?" Hulka snorted
Gulantis widen his eyes "My sister is still young! And do you want to be dead Nakpil? You know the salot of the Demonyos have his eyes for my sister, if he ever finds out he won't hesitate to burn you with his fire breath until you become an ash and a fertilizer for the plants!"
Gulantis sounded like a strict father to his sister, i am silently proud at him. His future wife will surely be lucky if he ever feel ubig in his pusko.
Nakpil pouted "That won't happen, you know i am not weak to be dead early from battles, what more by Salot Bunak of Demonyos? Like Bathala i am very skilled in battles"
We could only shake our head while Gulantis is ranging from irritation for Nakpil.
Our conversation we're cut off when my kastila informed me about the ministers and opisniales we're summoning me on the meeting hall. I wore my armor before fixing my koron on the glass box here in Alasha of my Castle. I walked towards the meeting hall.
There we're a lot of people waiting for me. They're all ready for our stroll on the deep side of the forest on a rural areas. A lot of deadly insects and the plants making you thought you can makaran it but you will feel dizzy ness and pain in your chest. Including the tree of Demoslohir Kurtis, it's skin will automatically pained you by absorbing your strength, and if you bite a fruit from it you can't survive a second
"Good Umasnak, Bathalang Diwa. Our warriors are ready outside the castle, and the fifty medics are also there." I nodded to Minister Aros from the Asmanya tribe.
I took the newly forged sword from the hall's holder, along with a bronze shield, before we walked out of my castle. Following us were several warriors, with the two ministers from Asmanya behind me. They're my companions on travels, as they're from the bravest tribe among the Arkanghel. However, my tribe is the highest among the three under my rule.
We rode in a large cart pulled by four horses, with four wheels underneath. We were accompanied by a hundred warriors: twenty from Tubrig, twenty-five from Lupras, and thirty from Asmanya. The two ministers were in front of me, while the medics were in five carts behind us.
The two-hour journey was uneventful, with no injuries or casualties, so we were grateful. The road was bumpy, muddy, and filled with various insects in the forests we passed through.
We set off into the forest, accompanied by guards and medics. The journey was long, and the terrain was treacherous.
"Stop!" - the lead guard shouted, and we stopped.
Hilas approached me "Bathala, we found a balyang impostor in an Ackee tree wearing a white dress, long hair and a fair skin. She's eating the fruit, and we're sure she's not a harya, but a diwata."
She explained then pointed at the tree. I followed Hilas' gaze, and saw the impostor, beautiful and carefree meters away.
She's steadying herself on a tree branch judging by how his jaw moved, she's eating the poison fruit. Maybe she doesn't know it's poisonous because who's silly person would eat a poison fruit if she knows it? I nodded at Hilas then looked back inside my kartilya before leaning and shutting my eyes.
The balyang impostor was beautiful. That's what i am sure about, i am sure that she's a harya not to Demonyos but to diwata's, Demonyos has marks in their hands, behind their back down to the spine and at their faces. A drawing of a sword stained with rushing blood on the sharp edge of the sword.
I didn't know how did my feet get in here, i was meters away behind my mensahes which is Hilas. The diwata almost fell when Hilas shouted.
"Oh my goodness!"