Libulan Stories

Hmm,I guess this is the continuation of my writing prompt for Sidapa and Libulan *My first draft got deleted and it was almost finished,my head hurts. 😢" Okay,in reality there are 8 moon phases. But in Philippine Myyhology there are 7 moons, specifying Libulan as the 3rd moon child of Lihangin and Lidagat.") Basically,this is the actual order of the Moon Phases 1-New Moon 2-Waning Crescent 3. First Quarter Moon 4.-Waxing Gibbous Moon* 5.Full Moon 6-Waning Gibbous 7.-Last Quarter 8.Waning Crescent. What,I did to make Libulan as the Waxing Gibbous Moon in the ode is that I opted to remove the New Moon from the counting. because there's no light illuminating on it. 2-Waning Crescent 1 3. First Quarter Moon 2 4.-Waxing Gibbous Moon* 3 5.Full Moon 4 6-Waning Gibbous 5 7.-Last Quarter 6 8.Waning Crescent. 7 Okay,that's all.hahah. I really am inlove with them xD

"Please don't let my knees buckle," the young boy pleaded, his voice strained as he continued to run. There was no other sound around him, except for the pounding of his feet on the ground which echoed the beating of his heart that he felt would give way any second. There were tears streaming down his cheeks; unmarred skin that was softer than any female. He wanted to turn his back for a second to see if he was safe, but he was afraid that even that small pause would hinder his escape. From a distance, too near for him to disregard came the sound of dried fallen branches being snapped as the weight of what was behind him broke through in continued pursuit. A rush of adrenaline shot through his veins and the young boy ran, breaking into muffled sobs as his fear engulfed him. It was uncanny to not have any other sound from the trees that passed like a blur as he continued to run. The way was darkened by the shadows of the woods that profusely grew behind the school, yet, he knew the way like the back of his hand. He continued. The bright light of the moon was beckoning at him like a beacon. A sudden sinister hiss sounded a few feet away. And the boy pushed himself forward with the last of his strength. He was nearing the edge of the cliff. Heart beating like drums, body drenched in sweat, and his eyes strained from crying in the fear of what was after him, he jumped.

Eons have long passed since the dawn of time, and the birth of deitiesㅡnow, in the present era, where anything divine and mystical becomes a hoaxㅡa college student, struggling to meet expectations, and unable to take care of oneself, suddenly found himself being qualified in a prestigious university that allowed him to discover more about his true self.

Maniniwala ka bang ang pag ibig ay hindi kailanman makakalimot kahit pa ito'y nababalot ng sakit at poot?

Philippine Mythology, BL

On the peak of Mt. Madjaas, the god of death, Sidapa, watches the sky night after night-his golden eyes never missing the soft glow of Libulan, the gentle god of the moon. In silence and stillness, Sidapa waits... not to take a soul, but to feel one. His love is not loud-it's patient, aching, and eternal. For years, he whispered wishes into the wind, hoping Libulan would hear them. But how can a god of death ever hold something as distant and delicate as the moon? Can a deity born from shadows be loved by one born of light? This is not just a story of gods. This is the story of longing. Of stars yearning for the moon. Of one who waited-and one who glowed. Will the moon ever look back?