Chapter 1; Unwanted Letter

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Azrael, Pre Colonial Philippines, 1036, Hi Hi!

Boop.

T54 68heir eyes squinted open flabbergasted, the sensation of crisp pebbles on their face.

Oh, how those children regret their choice of throwing pieces of the floor on their porcelain-like skin!

They roll over the heavenly soft structure of wood, covering themself behind a block of hay as the shots become aggressive. Their body jolts off the bed, swaying and hitting the nearest wall; they snatch the pace and shuffle out of this room.

To be dismayed by one sentence, "AZRAEL! GET THOSE MANG-MANG OUT OF THE HOUSE!"

They groan, tangling their steps and falling on their knees, the day can worsen not. They pique their head at their father, nodding at his occupied embodiment with the widest of obedience.

"AZRAEL! AZRAEL!"

"Oho!"

At last, they climb into safety, knocking their face onto a thick wooden door, and whipping their head to unpredictable locations. Where is it? Where is it? 

Their body falls frantic on a rigid container, "found it!" They stand with conceit and competence, ripping the door out of sight to greet a group of pathetic children. They smirk. They swipe. "Out, out, OUT...!"

As they tear the brand sticker off their adored item, they find a peaceful piece of parchment flying toward their feet; It's wrapped in a leaf, tattoo ink leaking from the center.

They unfold it, discovering a messy invitation. "Dear family Bunao," they cringe at the sight of acclaim, " 'Tis a shame we've only noticed our errors eternities after you plead, as a relative and an ally, we hereby invite you to join our feast and stay with us until a new royal is announced.

Sincerely, family Bunao."

The world stops turning.

The child's eyes widen, their mouth drops agape, shrieking in ecstasy, and hopping into cacophony.

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