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Zodiac Balance: The Awakening
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The forest was eerily quiet. There were no crickets crying, no owls hooting, even the wind dared not disturb the silence that had enveloped the forest of mount Makiling. The moon bathed everything in silver and this night even the shadows did not stir.
Diwata gasped for air as she struggled to free herself from the invisible ties that bound her to the forest floor. Her arms were crossed at her middle and tied individually at her side. Her feet were bound together, weighed still. Tears fell from her eyes as she fought for life. Her death also meant the death of this forest and too much depended on it for her to give up her hold on life easily. Blood flowed from the wounds on her, liberally on her arm and legs, coloring the silver of the forest floor a violent shade of crimson.
Her cries were silent. Men roamed her woods and finding her in such a state would be a fate worse than dying here and now. Even as she strove to break free, she could not cause too much ruckus that she would get their attention.
A brave soul stepped forward, hesitantly but determinedly towards her, a deer. She looked at it, meeting its eyes and begging it to leave her be. The beast would die if it were to help her. It did not seem to care. It bent its graceful neck and chewed on her ties and freed her. It raised its head and stared unmovingly at Makiling, the Diwata who was already backing away. The creature’s eyes glassed over and it made an unearthly growl. It was a low sound of great pain and Makiling gave a silent cry of her own as she stabbed her hand through the creature, separating heart and body.
She withdrew her blood stained hands. It was wet with the blood of the innocent... or what once was an innocent. Any creature who steps into the cursed circle will be corrupted. And she knew she had little time left before the corruption took over her. She sobbed. When that happened there was no saving this land and the men that lived so near it.
She would be responsible for so many deaths of their kind they would not think twice to destroy this land and all that was in it. She raised her face to the sky.
“Bathala, father, do not leave me with this fate. Please save this land. Give me the strength to summon them.” she cried as she knelt and bowed before the power. Something shot through her middle and pinned her to a near tree. A long blaided spear had her gasping for air. She hung four feet above the floor and the only thing that kept her aloft was the blaid. She held it with both hands, trying hard so that it did not slice her upwards. She was once feared for her power but she was helpless now. The corrupted had found a way to strip her of her gifts at night... life was the only thing they left with her and even that they now strove to take away.
“Bathala. The lands.” She cried as she raised her head to the moon in prayer. “The lands.” She whispered even as she heard the whistle of another spear coming for her.