Chapter 9: Tarmora

It was a fine morning, the sky was as clear as can be, with little to no clouds drifting along the blue canopy of the world. The wind blew softly with a cool breeze that made even the most restless person longing for the comfort of their beds. Few song birds up in the trees that lined the earthen road towards the small village of Colibao were singing in their happy melodious chirps. It was indeed a great day, and Tarmora took it all in herself, enjoying the simple pleasures of nature that she so loved.

The angel finally reached the gate to the village, as she entered, she saw people buzzing about, doing their jobs and businesses already at this time of the day. The angel tried her best to blend with the crowd, as she walked like one with purpose, like someone who knew exactly where they were heading.

Unease took hold as she felt curious stares of the people following, but she sensed no signs of aggression but only admiration.

Her eyes caught a young boy walking with his younger sister holding her hand. She walked towards the boy, hoping that he could help her find what she was looking for.

"Good morning to you handsome boy" she cheerfully greeted, much to the delight of the boy, hearing being called handsome by this pretty older sister.

"Yes sister, can I do something for you?" The boy said.

"I am lost, I think… I am looking for a person, you probably heard of him? His name is Sinante Bluewing."

The boy's eyes beamed up upon hearing the name. Tarmora knew she hit the jackpot, the boy knows who and probably where Sinante Bluewing is.

"Yes I know him, everyone here knows him!" The boy said excitedly.

"Can you take me to him?" Tara asked with a sweet smile while she bends forward towards the boy.

"Yes" said the boy blushing, catching a glimpse of Tara's cleavage.

"We will take you to him" the little girl declared as she elbowed her brother in the belly.

The three of them walked to the center of the village where an old circular fountain can be seen. A statue of a middle aged man with a goatee and a ridiculous smirk adorned the center of the fountain like a monument of sorts.

Tara peered into the face of the statue and at once recognised the ridiculous smirk of Sinante Bluewing.

"Yeah… that's him alright. But that is a statue" she protested to her young guides. Her finger pointed towards the statue.

"I am looking for the actual person?"

"But big sis, Sinante has been dead for five hundred years. Only his statue and his portraits remain." The boy explained.

"F-five hundred years?!" A shocked Tara exclaimed.

"I have been gone for five hundred years… ehehehe… no wonder the world looked absolutely different…" Tara muttered with a blank stare, the realisation of this new revelation has rocked her.

"Uh big sis, are you okay?" The little girl asked as she went closer to the angel and lightly tugged her skirt.

Tara looked down at the young girl, a cute little girl who tied her hair in a twin tail. She smiled and patted the little girl's head in a gentle way.

"It's nothing sweetie, but thank you for worrying...