"No matter what, at all costs, NEVER upset a diwata, Apo. You should be careful, regardless of how innocent or harmless they look. Respect them at all costs," my grandmother's voice echoed in my mind.
I never thought that advice would be needed. I always believed it, but I never actually thought I could meet one. Diwata, creatures that are loosely identified... But one thing is always certain—they're equivalent to Greek gods in power. Or at least, that's what I always knew.
Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I could feel my heart drumming, urging me to run away, but I knew I wouldn't get far. My breath started to shorten...
Walia's soft, smooth lips formed a gentle smile. "Oh, I guess you are feeling fear? Worry not. I mean no harm to humans... I love them all!" Her soft angelic voice gave me assurance that she won't curse us, but I could feel it...
