Showered by the rain, Lisuga, held the man she loved in her arms, and her tearful eyes mimicked the raindrops as it descended to the ground. The dripping rain slid down to her argent tattoos on her upper arm from the ends of her shiny gray hair. The royalties, the nobles, the warriors and their servants also mourned for their chiefs' death and one of them was Datu Dumagan. Their faces demanded justice not only for their chiefs but also for their loved ones. They welcomed the Portuguese and the Ternatans to their beloved home but in return, they were plundered and killed three hundred (300) of their people including nine (9) chiefs and captured five hundred (500) of them.
She turned vengeful eyes towards the survivor, Datu Bangkaya, "Where are they? Where are the scoundrels heading?"
But Datu Bangkaya did not know where they were. He felt delinquent for leaving him.
Lisuga was even more disheartened. All she could think about was vengeance. If only she had the power to throw lightning unto those pirates, she would at least be at ease, but she hadn't, even his grandfather would not help her. Then, his two brothers appeared.
"I know what you are thinking, Lisuga," said Liadlaw, the second child of Lihangin and Lidagat and the god of sun. He was covered with gold tattoos all over his body and his fiery crown dazzled amidst the rain.
"This is fate," Libulan, the third child, added. He was the god of moon and his copper-toned skin matched with his concerned eyes towards Lisuga. His auric, crescent headpiece dittoed the glumness of the rain.
"Fate? Or did you plan this? How could you let the outlanders ravaged our people's land." She glanced at Dumagan's body. "And him- the man I love. You killed him." Lisuga was inflamed with rage that even his brothers' sympathy could not suffice it.
"We would never do that."
"How can I trust you if you did that to him before?" Her tears constantly fell.
"Lisuga, you are just clouded with hatred. You know better than this."
But Lisuga did not listen, instead, it hit her. She had in her mind to make things right again and she smirked, "You are right. I know better than this." Then she vanished.
She arrived in a dark room where the Scepter of Timelessness was hidden. It was the only object that was gleaming inside the room. She walked to it with her eyes full of hope and contentment.
"Lisuga!" Her brothers called him. "We are forbidden to do that," Liadlaw exclaimed. "You know that there will be consequences if you would turn back time."
"So please, Lisuga. Come back to us. Walk away from it," Libulan pleaded.
"But, Brother, I want him back."
"Even if you had him back, you two wouldn't still be together. He was never meant for you."
"No. We will always be!" Then she touched the scepter and an immense light radiated inside the room.
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Rewrite the Star
Historical FictionLisuga, the goddess of stars, fell inlove with a mortal, but fate brought them apart that she decided to steal the Scepter of Timelessness so she could turn back time. Will she succeed to save him? Or if she did, will she be able to fight back their...