Novel-novel oleh yu-xiuan

(Timamanukum pov from the past) I met the timawa woman chosen by the anitos. Her name was Apung, and she was indeed a woman of great kindness and wisdom. Despite her humble status, she possessed a quiet strength and dignity that drew me to her. She indeed a woman who's higher than a noble. I decided to take her as my second wife, hoping that the anitos' blessing would bring prosperity to our kingdom. However, some of the nobles were not pleased with my decision. They saw Apung as a timawa, a commoner, and believed that she was beneath me. They opposed our union, whispering among themselves about the impropriety of a noble ruler marrying a woman of lower status. as for my hara she accept her like her own sister. One day as I'm talking to other Datu at the west, I saw Apung walking along the seaside.looks like She's enjoying the breeze and the sound of the waves. I didn't mind her and continue to talk to the Datu but when I look at her A noble walk towards her. As I walk

(timamanukum pov from the past) Im the Lakan of tondo kingdom and also it's founder. still remember the early days when the land was vast and untouched. The River flowed gently, its banks teeming with life. I saw an opportunity to build a new home for my people, a place where they could live in peace and prosperity. I gathered my closest friends and family, sharing my vision with them. We set out to clear the land, to build shelters, and to plant crops. The work was hard, but our determination was stronger. Slowly but surely, our settlement grew. As the settlement prospered, more people began to join us. They were drawn to our sense of community, our shared purpose, and our vision for a better future. I worked alongside them, leading by example, and earning their respect. The people saw in me a leader, a man with a clear vision and the determination to make it a reality. They began to call me Lakan, a title of respect and admiration. I accepted the title, knowing that it cam

(dayang pov) I sat at my desk, surrounded by papers and documents, trying to make sense of the kingdom's finances. As the ruler of Tondo and Pasig, it was my duty to ensure that our kingdom was prosperous and thriving. But it wasn't an easy task, especially with the constant demands from the nobles and the needs of our people. my mind was still asking about how my mother died. but looking after it is really hard we don't have much evidence about it. Just as I was about to sign a document, a palace guard approached me, his face serious. "Hara Dayang Kalangitan, forgive me for interrupting," he said, bowing slightly. "But we have a problem with the nearby territory of Kumintang." My attention was immediately piqued. Kumintang, also known as Batangas, was an important trading partner for our kingdom. Any problems with them could have serious consequences for our economy. "What kind of problem?" I asked, my pen poised over the document. The guard hesitated before speaking. "I

(Dayang pov) I sat in my chamber, cradling my baby in my arms, feeling the warmth of their tiny body against mine. The babaylan, a wise and revered spiritual leader, entered the room with a solemn expression. I sensed a weightiness in her demeanor, a gravity that commanded my attention. "Dayang Kalangitan," she began, her voice low and measured. "The anito have spoken. You are to lead the Kingdom of Tondo once more, alongside the Kingdom of Pasig." I felt a jolt of surprise, my grip on my baby tightening slightly as I processed the babaylan's words. But it was nothing compared to the shock that followed her next words. "The anito declare you the rightful heir, descendant of Lakan Timamanukum, the founder of Tondo Kingdom. Your lineage is pure, and your claim is just." I stared at the babaylan, my mind reeling. My father, Elder Gambang, had always been open with me about our family's history, but I had never known about a connection to Lakan Timamanukum. "But...my mother," I stammer

(Elder gambang pov) The dawn had finally arrived, casting a golden glow over the palace courtyard. The air was filled with anticipation as the nobles, timawa, and alipins gathered to witness the ritual. I stood at the front, my eyes fixed on the babaylan as she prepared for the ceremony. The babaylan, resplendent in her ritual attire, stood before the altar, her eyes closed as she invoked the anitos. The crowd was silent, their faces filled with expectation and reverence. Even the nobles, who often seemed so skeptical, looked on with a mixture of curiosity and respect. As the babaylan began to chant and dance, the atmosphere grew more charged. The people leaned forward, their eyes fixed on the babaylan as she communed with the spirits. I watched, my own heart beating with anticipation, as the babaylan's movements became more frenzied. Finally, the babaylan fell silent, her eyes snapping open as she gazed out at the crowd. The people held their collective breath, waiting for he

(Lontok's pov) I stood beside Alingat, gazing out at the tranquil lake of the afterlife. The water's surface reflected the lives of the living, and we could see Dayang Kalangitan, my beloved wife, going through a challenging time. She was in labor, and the palace was abuzz with excitement and nervousness. Alingat's eyes were filled with concern as she watched her daughter. "I hope everything goes well for her," she whispered, her voice barely audible. I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of helplessness. We couldn't intervene, couldn't be there to support Dayang in her time of need. All we could do was watch from afar, our hearts filled with love and worry. As we watched, Dayang gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Alingat and I exchanged a glance, our eyes shining with joy and pride. But our happiness was tempered by the knowledge that we couldn't be a part of our child's life. "Look, Raja Lontok," Alingat said, pointing to the lake's surface. "The child is blessed by the anitos.