A/N: Dedicated to @kaisoo_W88. Thank you sa vote, dear! :)
"There are only three people in the world. Those who don't welcome changes, those who do welcome changes, and those who don't care about it."
SPES
I WOKE UP in sweat and tears. I look at my phone and it flashed 2:12AM. I sighed pagkatapos ay bumaba na ako sa kama ko. I grab a pair of running shoes and went for a run.
Ganito na lagi ang madaling araw ko simula ng lumipat kami uli sa Silvia. Mag aaral kasi kami sa Senectus University. Actually, Geras Academy siya dati pero nag bago na kasi nagpalit daw ng management, not that I care.
I've gotten use to the shit of constantly changing our address. Two months ago nasa Daurus kami tapos last year nasa Puffind kami then five years ago we're at Silvia and now we're here again. Gano'n talaga eh, kailangan kasi.
We were hoping that we'll be able to find belongingness here.
The heck.
Anong gagawin namin sa belongingness? Kailangan namin stable na trabaho kasi nag-aaral kami.
But if you'd ask me if I wanna be here, I'd say hell no. My nightmares took place in Silvia. However, I couldn't do anything. Our other job assigned us here so we've got no choice but to follow.
I leaned at the statue of the Roman priestess Rhea Silvia, panting and out of breath. Medyo stressed kami this year kasi nakahanap na kami ng school na kaya ang pag-hahandle sa mga supernatural.
Kuya Eliot used to tell me that there were only three people in the world. Those who doesn't welcome difference and changes, those who does accept it, and those who doesn't care about it.
I met Kuya Eliot and his brothers when they caught me stealing their food. Syempre tinutukan niya ako ng kutsilyo. Eh, I haven't had food for three days kaya di ko siya pinansin. I was so hungry. I shifted to my wolf form and he did too. Parehas kaming nagulat tapos nagdesisyon siya na patuluyin na lang ako sa bahay nila. Since then we travelled together. Kuya Eliot was 289, Kuya Elric was 287, Kuya Elvin was 285. I honestly don't like counting my age. It's eternity, who cares?
We've been through a lot of wars. Being a werewolf agrees with hiding a lot when the enemy attacks. Back then, hindi lahat ng tao kumbinsido na may mga katulad namin. Lahat ng kakatwa, ginagawa nilang alamat o kaya naman ay binabali nila ang siyensya para lang mapatunayang hindi kami totoo. Kaunti pa lang ang naniniwala dati at lahat sila gusto kaming patayin dahil iba kami. Perhaps the same reason they murdered my parents.
It's already the 23rd century. The supernaturals are already out in public. Marami ng nagbago simula noong World War III. The Philippines was badly outnumbered in the army. The cause of war? Territories. As expected, sapilitang kinuha ng China ang Scarborough shoal which was expected and the West Philippine sea. Pumanig ang Russia sa mga Chinese, pagkatapos ang America at ang ibang mga kaalyado nito ay tumulong sa Pilipinas. But even America got it's hands full. The war in Syria got so bad, as they fought for the Gaza strip. Personally, that land was so small to cause a war. Then there's the problem with ISIS. The world got so bruised and battered that the United Nations thought there's no hope anymore. Napilitan ang mga presidente na hingin ang tulong naming mga immortal upang magkaroon ng kapayapaan. Nagkaroon ng mga agreements, treaties. Etcetera. The war that lasted for three years ended in three days because of our help. They were so thankful for our help that time. They decided to give us our own rights. A law dedicated only to our kind. They gave us our own representatives in the national and international government. We can co-exist with humans' community (under a lot of limitations.) And we can also have our own local government, given that the land has 75% supernatural population. They, the UN, even required each of us to have our immortal records. Birth certificate (the real year), list of abilities, blood type, passports, and other shits. They required us to have a small black tattoo of 'A' in our right wrist. Because 'A' means Aristos which is a Latin word that is translated as 'the best.' It's a special ink, by the way, made by the witches.
