Rewrite the Star

Epilogue

She woke up nestling herself on a bamboo raft that was stuck by huge white rocks, scattered along the river. She climbed up and jumped over boulders heading to a dry stoney land. She looked around but it seemed that she was lost. She, then, heard a crack from the woods. Because of fear, she swung her kampilan and said, "Show yourself."

One by one, they came out from tree trunks and others sat at the branches of a tree. They all looked small and had very dark brown skin and they had kinky yet lighter colored hair. They were half naked and only loin cloth was tied around their waste.

"Who are you? And, where am I?"

But one (1) man, who had a scar running down from his cheekbone to his chin, stood out from them. She was sure that he was not their kind, but he was wearing the same as theirs.

"Do not fear us, Lady. We won't harm you." He answered with mansuetude. He offered his hand and continued, "My name is Dumagan. We are the protectors of Mount Madja-as. We wish to help you if you would accept our hand."

She hesitated at first, but his radiant smile was irresistibly warm and gentle that she fancied him as a fallen god from above to rescue her. "Let me take you to our healer."

She took his hand and her mouth hinted at a smile and then she was carried unto his back. She somehow felt safe as she pressed herself to him. "By the way, my name is Lisuga."

I know. He whispered to himself...

The End.