Braille's Rants

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 (𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚)

“Your crown is grounded in reality,” They would say, “You have no time for dreams and idle time for fantasies.”. They disregard the world behind my mind, the wonder entwined with the fantasies I made - one where I dreamed to be human. I want to be free as one and to be as mortal as I can be, where I live as if it was my last. I wanted to live at the edge of my life - to enjoy the thrills of mortality.

However, I was not human and I was something that humans would consider a 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑦. I have many chances, many lives, and infinite time to do with my life as I wished. Yet, I was chained by the broken crown that my family forced upon me - one where I rule over this godforsaken realm of this so-called balance.

I felt my own creativity forcibly taken away in favor of the harsh realities of a kingdom. Say what you want to say about ruling over a kingdom of 𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑎, but it was not as colorful as tales would say. I already made sure my siblings escaped a dull fate. However, I stayed here while others lived not caring about what could have become of them.

Finally, my escape to the human realm could shape my own destiny - away from everyone’s expectations. No longer will I be a stiff princess of pure dullness, where I felt like a puppet under others’ strings. I am my own puppet - one with 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, the ability to initiate 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 by myself, and the 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 of those who sought freedom. My creativity was, but a medium to my dreams and imaginations - to the endless wonder of someone who was eternally a child.

I arrived in the human world, feeling the grass underneath my feet. I saw the true blue skies coating the world in the sky gods’ embrace. I could smell the distant scent of the fragrant flowers. I could feel the gaze of humans, who stared at me with wonder. I could taste the salt from the seas ahead of us. I could hear their songs, their murmurs, and singing winds.

“Kamahalan,” They seem to say, “Hiraya.”

Yet, immortality births 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲 to modern day problems, ignoring plights that trouble beyond what they asked for. My very creative soul sought 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐭 to believe what the human world was capable of. My soul - whether they may be human or not - still oversees 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, caused by centuries worth of wars and betrayal. Still, my soul slept as the 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡 won over what I really wanted for my world. However, my 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 bred indifference, so I sought to make a difference.

Time passed until the world of magic resurfaced, led by our songs and our battles. The skies grew dimmer and nature grew demanding penitence for humanity’s hubris. Under the pen name Braille, I sought dominance over my creativity and the ability to give everyone voices, especially the children that used to look at me with stars. I had dreamed that someday, all will look under the same eyes, but of different thoughts and ideals.

“Reality is cruel,” I once sang, for my anger does not have a mask on my face. Forever indifferent, I dreaded as I was doomed to show a mask of apathy to the plight of humanity. In reality, I feared how their epilogues would be written. I feared for reality, for something I had no control over.

Humans wage wars for the most petty reasons. The power of lies was used to keep knowledge in their midst. It was a kingdom - one where its king puppeteers everyone foolish enough to bite their hand. I had realized that someone who is eternally a child - such as myself - would be subject to reality one way or another.

Then, I realized that this was my 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 - one where lies and truth are forever entwined as knowledge. It was one where creativity rules over and the freedom to say how I wished prevailed over the oppressions. I will be the kamahalan that the world demands, so minds would not be oppressed and the world of creativity prevails.

I establish my kingdom in reality, where my crown is grounded in the name of humanity, freedom, and creativity. The ink will forever stain its walls. The writings on the walls foretell the folly of life - whether creature, human, or spirit. The flags serve as a warning to those who threaten all walks of life to be silent and to live under fear.

“I am Hiraya.” I declared, raising my sword, “Never waver to the cruelties of reality!”.

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Hiraya... Ellie... Oleander… Or Braille... The diwata of dreams goes by many names, but only one was remembered. However, before that, she was without purpose... That was until she ended up in the human realm after escaping her home world.

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Nario's Notes #1:

Guardians (feminine form: Guardiennes) are the sole protectors and rulers of the mythical realm coexisting in the human realm. They can be major guardians (for whole cities, provinces and landmarks) or minor guardians (for towns, villages, or trees). Each guardian has an activity, depending on their own schedules.

Writer pains...

(ILOILO GUARDIANS 4/5)

"A chimera," They say, "Her blood of unholy and holy.".

A beast who knows no bound, and what's supposed to be a divine that creates limits to be bound. Her name unknown to people, yet she named herself after a cipher for the blind. Named the "guardian of the youth", she becomes a guiding light to the new generation growing in the darkness.

In the darkness of Iloilo, she thrived. In the light of Philippines, she hides.

Her fox ears, her moth wings... An abomination, forever longing to be accepted yet struggles to reveal herself in the new light.

Show your colors, shine on!
Don’t be shy, c’mon!
You are who you are,
May you be normal or bizarre

Shine like the colors of the rainbow,
Live like an infinite spectrum,
After all, they may know
You are still what people expect from

Bangkaw Anahaw

Lead the way, my folks
Think away, some jokes
Imagine a world
Where everything whirled

Imagination, my power
Something unseen, an unknown flower
Thoughts so wild
I feel like a petulant child

Blaze free, blossom forth
Imagine for all that it’s worth
Flow freely, dance away
May creativity lead the way

Bangkaw Anahaw

“Mirror, mirror on the wall,” Says she, her voice filled with trepidation, “Show my greatest enemy of them all!” Her voice, rigid with fear and insecurities.

Yet, the mirror shows nothing but her glaring reflection on the wall.

“Why must you make me your enemy?” The reflection questioned, her voice filled with mirth as she smiles. A gleeful, sadistic grin painted upon her face.

She held her head, filled with thoughts both sane and insane. She looks at her hands - both painted with red and the thrown away knife from afar. Her sight switches from color to monochrome, her sight akin to the channels of the TV.

There, on the near end of the room, was a man, limp and stained with red. Her eyes turned into pinpricks as she realized what she had done.

“It’s just you, yourself and I.” The sadistic reflection chortles, the tips of her fingers almost touching her lips as her chest heaves with sick laughter.

Bangkaw Anahaw

Don’t fret, I’ll be here
Your burdens, I shall hear
Reach out, always a friend
Holding your hand ‘til the end

There is no way to bring us down
Together, we’ll wear the crown
As long as I’m by your side,
Your fate, we shall decide

Reach out, hold my hand
Reach out, I will understand
Fight on, we die trying
To the inevitable we are reaching

Bangkaw Anahaw

“Time for a new personality,” Says one
All you were a dud who thinks they have won.
A pitiful puppet, one might say
Whose strings I can play

A little kabuki play
Whose ideals are a mile away
A puppet whose ideals stray
Oh! That’s why your world’s gray

One string pulled, one string cut
Your mouth should have stayed shut
In the end, you are but a doll
Be a dear, for me, take the fall

Bangkaw Anahaw