Semi-historic storie

It was mere seconds of blink. The scents of toilet refresher changes into decayed leaves. I could not believe my eyes. From white tiles and mirror, to shrubs of mangroves and salty air taste. Di mana aku? This is a multidimensional tale, where the burning iron rod stake of our world had been painfully held and inherited by endless generations. An encored savior mission.

"The Stone of Sangre Ceniza, it says here in the internet. Sangre, the spanish word for blood and ceniza, the spanish word for ash. After centuries of searching, I have finally found it. And this time, I will make sure to get back what is ours." The girl thought as she closed her laptop to leave her dorm room. For centuries, her family have searched for the precious stone that is referred to as the Stone of Sangre Ceniza. However, without knowing it, along with finding the stone is the unveiling of truths that were long hidden from her and her family. _________________________________________________________________________________ PS: I will be using both English and Filipino in this story (but mostly English) because this story has two settings. xx _________________________________________________________________________________ DISCLAIMER: Names of people or places indicated in this story are figments of this author's imagination. Any similarities in real life persons or places are purely coincidental.