Okay. This is for all of you who have read Balagtas' Florante at Laura.
We just finished studying it. A twisted version of this story has been
brewing up inside me ever since the activity my teacher gave, an exercise,
in which we can make a different ending, so I just HAVE to get it out of my
system.
Characters: 1. Florante 2. Laura 3. Aladin 4. Flerida 5. Konde Adolfo 6. Minandro 7. Haring Linceo 8. Princesa Floresca 9. Duke Briseo 10. Antenor 11. Sultan Ali-Adab 12. Heneral Osmalik 13. Miramolin 14. Inday
WARNING: extreme Taglish! Up until the point of being CoÑotic.
Chapter: Florante
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Florante sighed as he sank back into the plush pillows of his bed. It's been a long war against the mga Turko. Hay. . . buhay. he thought to himself. His tatay, Duke Briseo was in his own private quarters, somewhere in the palace. He looked up at the canopy over his kama, and studied the drapes. A knock came at the door.
Probably just Inday. he thought to himself, and very briefly pictured one of his house servants in his mind. "Pasok." He said. The door was flung open with full force and banged against the wall. Florante winced. Damn! My newly refurbished walls!
"Sir, andito na po siya." Inday said in a hushed voice, looking around suspiciously.
Florante raised a golden eyebrow at her. He thought for a few seconds. "Ah! Gets! O sige, let her in!" he said to Inday, perking up a little.
Inday rushed out the door, slamming the door behind her, making it echo throught the room. Florante rolled his eyes. One day, I will fire her.
A few minutes later, the door opened slowly and a dark, hooded figure stepped in. Florante went over to it, and thre w back the hood. The woman smiled at him. He locked her in a tight embrace. "Flerida" he said into her dark mass of curls.
"Florante!" she replied, and laughed out loud as he spun her around. She shed the cloak and put it on a chair nearby.
Florante felt so masaya. His love for that silly girl, Laura, was just a publicity stunt. The people of Albanya and Krotona would never forgive them if they knew that they were together. A Muslim and a Christian will never be forgiven. Not now, not ever.
Characters: 1. Florante 2. Laura 3. Aladin 4. Flerida 5. Konde Adolfo 6. Minandro 7. Haring Linceo 8. Princesa Floresca 9. Duke Briseo 10. Antenor 11. Sultan Ali-Adab 12. Heneral Osmalik 13. Miramolin 14. Inday
WARNING: extreme Taglish! Up until the point of being CoÑotic.
Chapter: Florante
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Florante sighed as he sank back into the plush pillows of his bed. It's been a long war against the mga Turko. Hay. . . buhay. he thought to himself. His tatay, Duke Briseo was in his own private quarters, somewhere in the palace. He looked up at the canopy over his kama, and studied the drapes. A knock came at the door.
Probably just Inday. he thought to himself, and very briefly pictured one of his house servants in his mind. "Pasok." He said. The door was flung open with full force and banged against the wall. Florante winced. Damn! My newly refurbished walls!
"Sir, andito na po siya." Inday said in a hushed voice, looking around suspiciously.
Florante raised a golden eyebrow at her. He thought for a few seconds. "Ah! Gets! O sige, let her in!" he said to Inday, perking up a little.
Inday rushed out the door, slamming the door behind her, making it echo throught the room. Florante rolled his eyes. One day, I will fire her.
A few minutes later, the door opened slowly and a dark, hooded figure stepped in. Florante went over to it, and thre w back the hood. The woman smiled at him. He locked her in a tight embrace. "Flerida" he said into her dark mass of curls.
"Florante!" she replied, and laughed out loud as he spun her around. She shed the cloak and put it on a chair nearby.
Florante felt so masaya. His love for that silly girl, Laura, was just a publicity stunt. The people of Albanya and Krotona would never forgive them if they knew that they were together. A Muslim and a Christian will never be forgiven. Not now, not ever.