TRES

He felt the trickle of something warm on his face. That made him wake up, only to find that he was in a nightmare. He knew he lost consciousness, only to be awakened in a world where his worst imaginations roamed the land that was not what he remembered. How can he fight back and return to a world that somehow no longer exists when he does not even know what reality is and what or who among the living is a friend or foe; imagined or no!32.jpg

TRES - PROLOGUE

A miniscule dust devil swirled into existence. Only to dissolve into gray dust as it was trampled beneath the feet of the procession.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN – SUNRISE

Blood ran in rivulets from the dead, mixing with the rainwater, it seeped through the course sand and emptied into the raging river.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN – BATS AND SINGERS

“I don’t believe any of this!”

TRES - CHAPTER TWO - THE LADY LEFT HER SKIRT OFF

Anrhu was roughly turned. Fingers of one hand grabbed at his shirt as a bright light was aimed directly at his eyes. The sudden brilliance blinded him.

TRES - CHAPTER THREE - BLOOD COMES KNOCKING

“Manananggal” “What?” the boy asked. Confused at the naked fear that was slowly turning is legs to rubber.

TRES - CHAPTER FOUR - PIERCING THE STORY

The door was opened, it slammed at the thin wall with a resounding thud, the frail hut shuddered as if it too felt the fear that was suddenly a palpable feeling shared by those inside.

TRES - CHAPTER FIVE - THE MORNING AFTER

Buglas : Day 494 The bright ray of sunlight woke him.

TRES - CHAPTER SIX - WHAT THEY REMEMBERED

“So what happened to you?” Beatrice mumbled through the eggs that she stuffed her mouth with using her bare fingers.

TRES - CHAPTER SEVEN - UPRIGHT HORSES

The scent of stables filled the air.

TRES - CHAPTER EIGHT - DEMIGOD

Anrhu stopped dead in his tracks. “What do you mean a demigod? Like Percy Jackson? Whose son are you? Zeus’…?”

TRES - CHAPTER NINE - GUARDIAN OF HAPPY HOMES

The companions stared. “How did you know it was here?” Bea asked. “I always knew,” with a grin, Bulagao answered, gesturing for everyone to follow him towards the building.

TRES - CHAPTER TEN - LABAW DONGGON

The door creaked softly with the comforting sound of reality.

TRES - CHAPTER TWELVE - VINCENT

Buglas : Day 498 “Are we any closer?”