Alona’s Quest for the Golden Tree

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Epilogue

TAP.

A stone hit the nipa window.

I jerked up, suddenly wide awake. It was three o’clock in the morning.

Tap…tap…

Two more stones followed it.

I got up, ever so slowly.

Nanay, Kuya Maliksi and Kuya Habagat were snoring in their corners.

Careful not to thread on any of them, I walked catlike.

Ate Rachel met me downstairs.

There was a resolute expression in her face.

“Ready?” I asked.

She nodded.

I bit my lips.

The moon was clear. It was ripe for another adventure. As we walked, the cold night air blew severely. Both of us shivered.

It was a very short walk.

“I think here is good.”

I pointed at the place near the edge of the forest, shaded by a particularly huge tree.

Ate Rachelle stopped, poking the ground with her feet. After several minutes, she nodded.

“Here is good,” she replied. “Do you have it?”

I smiled.

“Yes, I do.”

I opened my palm. Sitting in the middle of it was a large, golden-colored seed.
Her face broke into a wide smile.

TODAY, TWENTY years had passed since we planted the Golden Seed.

Did it grow?

Maybe.

If you ask me, given the chance to rewrite childhood history, would I fearlessly, and foolishly, embark on an adventure as I did back then?

I asked myself that dozens of time before. My answer remained the same.
“Yes, I probably will.”

The End

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