THE LAST DAYS OF MAGIC
No one thought that it could happen. But there finally came a day when there was no more magic in the village of Dumaguet.
And Kulas was sad.
The change came in a crawl of silence, and also darkness. No one knew exactly when it began. It must have started the day the sun refused to wake from its blanket of blue waters to the east. Or it must have been the night the moon refused to talk to the stars. Or perhaps it was that morning when the c***s did not bother to crow a welcome chorus to the beginning light, or perhaps that evening when the night breeze took to bed in a deep sleep and nothing stirred all night, not even the frogs or the crickets that used to lull the village into slumber with their constant music. Or it must have been the moment the light faded awa
