Flora was horrified, but her instincts as a mother protecting her child from harm instantly kicked in and she flew to Nadi’s side. Without thinking, she used the firewood she held in her hand to hit the arm that was trying to pull her daughter outside the cave. There was a scream of pain and the white arm withdrew. Flora immediately placed herself between the three sisters and her daughter, raising the sanaria branch in the air and threatening to hit any of the three sisters who attempt to step forward.
“Aaahh! It hurts!” cried one of the three sisters, holding her arm tightly against her body. Flora saw the patch of skin on her arm scalded as if touched by fire. She realized that it was the same area that was touched by the sanaria branch.
“Stay away from that wretched branch she’s holding!” said another sister, pointing to the firewood that Flora held in her hand.
“Are you alright, dear sister?” one the women ask
Flora did not know how long she hunched over the fire. She was able to hold back her tears for most of the time since she experienced the horrors of almost losing her daughter. She remembered running from Pablo and then the three sisters before she was helped by Rosa to escape. Then, she thought about Nadi and what would happen to her daughter and herself. She knew that they could not stay in the cave for long and would need to leave island if they were to survive.Flora let her tears flow freely as she realized the hopelessness of their position. Then, she prayed hard that they could survive the night. Perhaps the morning would bring knew hope. Flora wiped her face dry with her dress and resolved to stay awake that night to guard her daughter.“Why are you crying?” said a voice that sounded comforting yet chilling at the same time.Flora looked up and saw a man standing just outside the cave. His skin was smooth and pale while his hair was as dark a
When Dante left, Flora felt a change in the forest. Nocturnal birds resumed their calls and the wind blew much of the mist that had covered the ground and the trees. Dante’s voice remained in Flora’s head and she shivered as she recalled his last words. “You will be offering your child and yourself to me.”Flora also remembered what Dante said about another mother protecting her daughter and telling him the same thing. Could they be Emil’s wife and daughter? Flora tried to take the thought away from her head, but they continued to assail her. Somehow, she could see in her head the image of a woman crying and pleading as her daughter was wrested away from her hands by Dante. Flora could hear the screams of the little girl as she was taken from her mother.As night deepened, Flora felt the exhaustion brought about her mental anguish. The moon had set in the horizon, leaving the forest darker than before. Flora, however, saw the sprinkling of
“We tried to dissuade him from coming here,” said Perlita. “When I didn’t receive any messages from you on your first week, I got extremely worried and we did our best to stop him from coming here. We would have succeeded if not for the yacht that moved quickly over the water.”“We can never outrun that boat with our small motor,” explained Gringo. “We really need to go now.”Gringo looked at his wife and gave her instructions. “Perlita, you will have to go back to the boat. Bring Nadi with you. Tell my brother to get the boat ready while Flora and I will go and find the man.”“Mr. Jon,” said Flora. She then gently nudged Nadi towards Perlita who bent down to hug Flora’s daughter.“Hi, Nadi,” said Perlita and Nadi smiled in reply before hugging her back.“Aunt Perlita…” Nadi murmured.Perlita saw Flora looking at Nadi and knew t
Flora heaved a sigh of relief as she closed the library door behind her. She rested her back on the door and was surprised at what she saw. The whole panel of the bookshelf that hid the passageway was wide open. Flora noticed, however, that only a few pin lights were on and served to illuminate the floor, unlike the last time that she saw it.At almost the same time, Flora felt a loud bang on the library door and heard Pablo’s voice from outside.“I know you’re there, Flora! Come out of the library now!” shouted Pablo as he tried to open the door. He managed to open it just a crack and would have succeeded to open it if not for Flora pushing back.Flora was alarmed and pushed the door back with all her might. Gringo, seeing what was happening, immediately left Jon’s side to likewise push at the door with his back.“You know you can never leave the island. You might as well come out now and surrender to me,”
A pair of butterflyfish followed an invisible path around a coral outcrop, their colorful interweaving stripes of black, white and yellow making a beautiful display against the backdrop of reddish brown coral. They seemed to caress each other's scales affectionately as they swam away. Nearby, a group of damselfish dazzled with their bright blue scales and orange tails. In a few moments, a small school of bannerfish passed by, flashing their contrasting stripes of black and white with their dorsal fins stretching into long white filaments behind them. The coral garden was home to a wide variety of different colored fishes all intent on feeding on the abundant plankton in the area.The ripples on the ocean surface made a dazzling pattern of light and shade on the sea floor below. It formed waving patterns on a green sea turtle that paddled nearby, its strong flippers propelling it toward a patch of sea grass. Using its curved beak, it bit off the tips of some blades of sea gras
The waves continued to lap against the white sandy shore and the cheerful chirps of birds could be heard, but Lisa was oblivious to them all as she tried to recall everything that she heard. It was a different number, but it was Jon's voice he heard. How could there be a storm when all the reports indicated clear weather and calm seas. She recalled the slight tremor in Jon's voice as he tried a weak laugh. Then, he mentioned the possibility of being offline for one week. One week! Surely, he could find some way to communicate earlier than that. Perhaps, if it were a severe typhoon of disaster proportions, but again the weather reports."Are you alright?" asked Nestie, looking at Lisa's face intently."I don't know, Nestie. It's just too uncharacteristic of Jon to just call without any real explanation.""Well, you can try calling him again."Lisa quickly pressed the call button. She frowned and there was a concerned look on her face as she listened to the
The roosters had hardly started crowing when the four researchers pulled out of the driveway. It was a cool morning and they were all garbed in sweaters. Renz was driving the car that Lisa saw in the parking area the previous day and by his side was Delia who was still trying to catch some sleep.Lisa was at the back seat with Nestie. She tried to stifle a yawn, but was finally unable to suppress it after hearing Nestie yawn by her side. They said that yawning is contagious, it looks like it's true, mused Lisa.After receiving permission from Nestie to take the extra day off, the researchers all celebrated by ordering pizza and planning on what they would do the next day. Renz expressed his desire to go to the beach and practice surfing. Delia was keen on joining Renz and learn windsurfing. Renz told her about his surfer friend who owns a dive shop and also teaches tourists how to windsurf which led Delia to decide to join Renz.The boat going to Cardena was sch
Lisa felt the warm bodies of fellow passengers pressing on her from all sides. She found it hard to breathe, but she just concentrated on maintaining her course towards the open door. Nestie was beside her and she saw sweat running all over his face. He wiped his face with a handkerchief and returned a quick glance at Lisa.Like sheepdogs guiding sheep to go outside their pen, the port security whistled loudly by the side and tried to control the crowd. They shouted and waved their arms. The passengers, on the other hand, continued to press on each other as they struggled to be the first to get out of the fray. Lisa heard children crying to their parents. A father lifted his son to avoid him getting trampled by the crowd.From across the room, Lisa saw the other gate slowly being opened. The crowd pressed harder, making the inwardly opening gates even more difficult to move. The security guard's voice trumpeted, amplified by a megaphone. He shouted at the crowd, scoldi