Filipino-myth Stories

'What am I looking at right now?', said Jasper. Never before seen with his own eyes, more eyes looking back at him from the gloomy night. He couldn't move, nor could his mind process what he was looking at. Truly it was, they say, that the nighttime does attract the mischievous and the foolish. Things like these are what people still believe until now. And unfortunately, the elders were right. Run home after nightfall and watch out for the spirits who crosses over the boundary of the living and the dead just to scare the hell out of you.

In an age when gods still walked the earth, a tyrant rose to cast the world into shadow. Sikbay, the god of dominion and despair, led an army of corrupted creatures and monstrous men, conquering kingdoms and destroying the fragile harmony between mortals and the supernatural. For a thousand years, his reign of terror devoured the light. But from the ashes of resistance rose Malakas, a warrior born of both man and god. Armed with a blade reforged in fire and wind-Sikat ng Araw-and joined by two fearless companions, he united the shattered tribes to wage one final war. They fought not for glory, but for the world's last hope. This is the tale of sacrifice, of ancient power and forgotten guardians. This is the beginning of the Tagapagbantay.