Bathalang Diwa POV
Irritated by the sudden sound the diwata on the tree looked at Hilas brows frowned.
"Ah hello? Who are you? What's your name? Are you from here? Did you have any other companions?" Hilas was just standing looking at the diwata before panicking
"Diwatang labintas why are you eating a poison?!''
The diwata's face changes. Eyebrows arched lips curled but before she could protest her hands slipped off the tree branch before falling onto the ground.
Diwatang labintas. The nickname of the Ackee tree which is Lansobtes o what some of my tribe called Lansones.
"Oh my! You need a medisina from our Bathalang Diwa"
Hilas looked at the diwata before shouting calling me
"Bathalang Diwa! Diwatang labintas ate a poison!"
Hilas voice we're so loud that's why some of my kawal immediately get alerted, ten of them followed us so i shook my head because it added another echo.
She shouldn't have called diwata this balyang, because we're not so sure of her persal identidad.
"She's a diwata, huh?" - I thought to myself
"Why did you eat poison, Diwata? Are you that brainless?" my messenger quipped, shaking her head. I immediately went to the impostor lying on the grass, but before I approached, I took a bow from my warrior and aimed it at the snake about to slither towards the impostor. The snake was hit on the head, and I approached, lifting the impostor in my arms, despite it going against our rules.
Batas Bisig: A Bathala or Arkanghel's arms are reserved only for Diwata and fellow Arkanghel. They are not allowed to carry or embrace other types of people, especially those without identity like impostors, until proven to be a Diwata or Arkanghel.
"Prepare the Kantre Hilas, the Diwata must be in good condition." I felt the weight of her body as she lost consciousness. I walked towards my cart, followed by several warriors and my messenger, Hilas.
"Bathala, the ministers will see you punished" Hilas reminded me, but I didn't think about it. My full attention was on the impostor in my arms.
Batas Bisig Punishment: Anyone who breaks this rule will be punished without mercy. Even the Bathalang Diwa and Dakila will be punished if they get sick or injured.
"Lay a mat on the ground and call a medic to treat the impostor now, Hilas" I ordered sternly, and Hilas ran ahead with two warriors.
After the impostor was treated, we returned to the castle. The ministers kept reminding me of the Arkanghel rules, while the impostor's head rested on my shoulder and her weight was on my body. I didn't know why, but I couldn't help but pay attention to her, despite knowing the consequences of my actions. The only thing that could save me was the truth - that she was a Diwata or an Arkanghel, a member of our tribe, and not a traitor.
I adjusted the bedding of the impostor, who was seen by one of my tribe's messengers. She had smooth skin, fair and with long hair that reached her shoulders, a moon-shaped face, and red lips.
It took us two and a half minutes to return to the castle, as the others were hungry and the horses were tired. The impostor had been sleeping for ten hours and still hadn't woken up. My messengers were investigating, checking on the one I brought using my arm.
"Bathalang Diwa, you're summoned by Bathalang Uragon"