The Village (Under the Canopy)

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The Village (Under the Canopy)

Chapter 1...

Loud rustling and snapping of dried flora halted Chesa’s stride. Holding her breath, she lifted the firefly-filled cloth tied to a twig to look around the ominous dense jungle.“It’s probably a monkey.” Abel kept going. “There are lots of them here.”“Or a kapre.” With feet glued to the ground, her chocolate brown eyes grew wide, darting from tree to tree, excited for a glimpse of this monster that petrified unruly children with the mere mention of its name. Reputed to be a big hairy man with chimpanzee arms, this creature lazed on a tree while puffing on tobaccos, and had a taste for fledglings. She’d been reared under watchful eyes, ensuring she wouldn’t venture into the jungle. So, upon getting wind of the quest for Adarna, the bird of magic, she imposed herself on the seeker. It was believed Adarna held the key to bringing back Apo Init, the Sun, to the village. “Maybe it’s kaibaan,” she chuckled in delight. The mount-dwelling dwarves were also of interest for sightseeing. Then she shivered at the thought of encountering a dark aboriginal spirit. “I hope it’s not a pugot, Buni help us.”Noticing she’d fallen behind, Abel stopped, looking back; wedges formed between his coppery eyes glaring at his dawdling companion. “You don’t believe in them, do you?” A cropped uncovered head, contrary to the traditional long hair tucked inside a Potong or turban befitting his warrior status, accentuated the fierceness of his face with a chiseled jawline. “Scary stories were made up to make children behave. We must go, we don’t have time to waste.” “Don’t be rude. Unlike you, great hunter and warrior, I didn’t know what the jungle was like.” “You’ll have all the time to explore after we find Adarna.”Chesa was beside him “I wonder what *Apo Init looks like?” “He’s humungous. He lives up there with Apo Langit.” Abel looked up to the jungle’s roof made of overlapping leaves, preventing a view of the Sky. Wearing just loincloth over his G-string, he bore the image of an indestructible warrior with his toned tawny body primed for combat; though his village hasn’t been assailed since he was born.“Have you seen Him?” “Many times, outside the jungle.” “I want to see Him!” Chesa chuckled like a little girl.“If you hurry up, you will, before He goes to bed.”Just a smidgen shorter than Abel, Chesa’s gait kept up with his. “Do you believe that our ancestors offended Apo Init causing him to turn his back on us?”

Chapter 2

*Apo is an honorific word used to address the elders or anyone deserving respect“Not really. I think we should cut some trees to let Him in.” Abel kicked a stone out of his way.“Kill trees?” Chesa’s gasped was loud. “They provide for us and for the forest creatures.” “Not kill them. Just clear out some leafy branches from the tops, like those up there.”Chesa looked up as a moan grated through the silence, stopping them in their tracks. Each scanned around to see the source of the spooky sound. She inched closer to Abel, securing her tapis so she wouldn’t be rendered naked while they bolted out of this eerie environment. After winding her waist long black hair into a bun, she was set to run. Treading lightly, one step at a time, they continued on their way. Abel unsheathed the wide knife from his back, assuming a fighting stance as he advanced in front of Chesa. Branches on a tree up ahead swayed, though the area was void of wind. Chesa swallowed. “What are you doing? You’ll get both of us killed.” She went in front of him, prostrating. “Please forgive us for entering your home. We’re just passing through, please don’t harm us.” “Get up, Chesa.” Feeling sure that danger wasn’t imminent, Abel put his weapon away. For this adventure, he loaded himself up with an arsenal including a widely-jagged-edged knife with a sharp hook on the top of the tip, a bow, ample arrows, a blowgun, and poisoned darts carefully wrapped to avoid accidents. “Please let us pass.” She remained where she was. “Please, don’t harm us.” “Get up.” Though he wanted to lift her off the ground, he couldn’t so much as touch her clothing as ingrained taboos forbade touching anyone. “Showing weakness to these creatures is a sure way of getting picked on.” “I’m respecting them so they’ll let us go.”
“Do as you want then.” Abel started to go. That got her standing, dusting off her tapis and running to catch up. “How dare you leave your princess unprotected like that!” “I’m trying to avoid trouble for both of us. Since you’re stubborn as a carabao, I’m just wasting words on you. Besides, you acted more like a scared slave than a princess.” He sped up. “I want to start climbing the mountain as soon as we can. It’s best to catch Adarna in his nap time.” “I smell tobacco,” whispered Chesa. “There’s a kapre up there but I can’t see it.” “Ignore him so he’ll leave us alone.”

A band of warriors barred their path. “Who do we have here?” The leader, in a silk shirt and pants with a blue potong, strode to the pair. He walked around them, clutching a handful of Chesa’s hair. “Soft as silk,” he said, as he moved his hand to her bare shoulder.“Don’t touch me.” Chesa slapped the man, who was quick to strike back.He chuckled. “You have fire in you. You will serve me well as a second wife and bear me strong sons.” He grabbed Chesa’s wrist as he moved along.Refusing to follow and struggling to dislodge the man’s vice grip, she was lugged along. Her feet dragged on soil and tiny flora along the path, scratched by sharp dried twigs; her arm felt close to dislocating.“She’s a person like you and me. She belongs to no one.” Abel blocked the man’s path keeping his cool for his debut confrontation. From the colour of the man’s turban, he was aware he was facing a nobleman but didn’t think twice about defending the princess. Chesa uprighted herself, kicking her abductor on the leg, to no effect.“I am Prinsipe Taer, heir to the Bundok tribe. I get what I want.” The mature warrior puffed out his chest while his escorts circled them with their long knives at the ready.“She is free to live the way she chooses.” The young warrior stood his ground.A warrior made a move towards Abel but was struck down with an arrow. While some of the battalion headed for the woods to seek revenge for their fallen comrade, the rest planted their torches in the ground and started to converge on him. With his heart pumping in double time at the overwhelming number of enemies, Abel got to his fighting stance, ready to take down as many as he could before his demise. At the sight of the posse from his tribe emerging from the bushes to his rescue, he sighed relief. Their presence allowed him to focus on his fight with the prince, who’d released Chesa.“Leave me,” Chesa grabbed the knife from her tribesman who attempted to sneak her out of the skirmish. Drawing from her training, she managed to injure a foe but her bravado was short-lived as she was injured in her struggle to defend herself. After her tribesman put the warrior down, she was whisked away.“Princess, you’d be more help being safe in the village,” insisted her rescuer. “I’ll take you straight to Apo Albularyo to be patched up before we face Ari’s anger for not protecting you.”His words opened Chesa’s wisdom to the fact that with her status, the ramifications of her recklessness put not only herself but everyone in the village at risk for Ari, the King’s, wrath. With downcast eyes, she said, “I’m sorry.” Not used to a nobility’s show of humility, her companion kept silent. “How did you know we were in trouble?” “We were with you all along. Your father knows about everything you do and always makes sure you’re safe.”In the heat of the clash, an angry roar reverberated through the jungle, shaking trees, and halting the fight. Missiles of fireballs struck the ground and warriors alike, anteing up their fight for survival. Rather than scurry for cover, the warriors continued with the business of decimating one another, at the same time, trying to stop the new player’s interference. Trees caught fire but were quickly snuffed by unseen forces.“Kapre, up there!” yelled a fighter. Warriors that heard him, were quick to let loose arrows and darts to the usually unseen creature. He wasn’t easy to overcome. Dotted with projectiles, He vented wrath, roaring from the depth of His lungs, releasing the biggest ball of flame. A great thud followed and the creature laid unmoving on the ground, disappearing right after. Abel’s lack of battle experience put a twinkle in his adversary’s eyes, who’d afflicted a few cuts on the novice warrior and was sure of a victory. Weakening from his blood spilling, the younger fighter hung on to his feistiness. In a last desperate swing, he managed to decapitate the prince. When all was said and done, warriors from both sides realized the destruction they’ve inflicted on one another and their surroundings. Bewildered eyes showed the realization of the loss of the prince of the Bundoks. The leader of Abel’s rescuers wore his heavy heart in his dull, remorseful eyes; it became clear that this was an unnecessary loss of great men that might have been prevented with diplomacy. Exhaling deeply, he was left with no choice but to dispatch the rest of the prince’s company to prevent retaliation. The victors got busy cleaning up traces of this tragedy, carefully wrapping up the fallen noble. Supplication for the dead was sent to Buni, The Creator, to accept all in his domain. Then, Abel collapsed.