From that moment, I spent my days settling in my regained ability and my time reconnecting with Inclan was no longer limited to only the nights. We'd sometimes meet at the golden hour when the sunlight would glisten from the leaves and trace the shape of the magical Balete tree.
It was Saturday noon when we had an unexpected guest at home. A man that seems to be in his forties, wearing a button-down shirt. He smiled at me and gave a nod of acknowledgment. He had an air of elegance quite like a politician. My dad turned to me and introduced his company.
"This is Andres, my business partner. You're just in time to hear about our new project."
"Nice to meet you," Andres said smiling.
"Nice to meet you too, sir." Politely, I replied.
"We're thinking of developing our land here. Think of a hot spring." My dad said. His eyes beamed with excitement.
Immediately, I thought about the Engkantos and animals and what would become of them.
"That doesn't sound good for the environment. The animal's homes would be in ruin and the Balete tree has historical value." I replied. Not bothering to hide the worry in my face.
"It's good for tourism and it's good for the community," Andres replied. Still wearing that empty smile. My dad simply nodded but my disagreement apparently displeased him.
"The contract is already in motion but we'll make sure to get the animals to safety first." My dad added as if it makes everything better.
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Where the Woods Call
ParanormalVoid of her past memories, Ami lives with the dread of the real and mundane crumbling under her feet. With her medication, she dulls the voices and watchful eyes on every corner. But on a summer vacation at the foot of a mountain, when she encounter...
