Rizaleno's Tales Revisited (Digital Compilation of Stories)

Compiled by: Aaron Justin Justin M. Alavado 1

INTRODUCTION Literature mirrors the society: it reflects both the community’s traditions and progress. In the peak of globalization and modernization, literature breeds new forms: from hypertext poetries to hypertext fiction. This emphasis in progress may put literature’s role of documenting the society’s heritage at risk as some literary forms are on the verge of facing extinction. The rise of new forms of entertainment can penetrate even the remote areas of the world, which then may result in the extinction of its traditions. This threat is prevalent in various societies as well. Yet a truth still stands: local tales carry local culture and are beneficial to society. Knowing such tales strengthens the consciousness of locals relative to the stories and culture that surround them. Reaping the potential benefits of prose narratives is far-fetched when these stories become inaccessible or forgotten. A question from this problem arises: if literature is a mirror of the society’s identity, what image of this society does the lack of consciousness of local stories reflect? In turn, this question poses a need to revisit the prose narratives in Rizal and the necessity to compile these stories in a form where it is easily accessible. Rizal is a province named after a hero. Dr. Jose Rizal, a hero known for embracing pen over swords, once asserted the importance of understanding the past to navigate the present and future. In this regard, tracing the stories of the past, particularly folktales, legends, and myths, plays a crucial role in bolstering people's consciousness regarding local stories and in turn, local cultural identity. This compilation of stories, then, contains the various stories from eight municipalities in Rizal: Angono, Binangonan, Cardona, Montalban/Rodriguez, Morong, Pililia, Taytay, and Teresa. Hopefully, this could be a starting point to a broader compilation involving a more in-depth approach in gathering these stories. There is a legacy in every story that every generation deserves to see. 2

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The name rings more than a name: identity, purpose, and meaning. why, then, in search of answers of origin, a surge of questions seems unending? THE MANY LEGENDS OF ANGONO Once upon a time, nestled in the town of Angono, a place where ancient legends breathed life into its very existence. These tales, passed down by generations, intertwined with the daily rhythms of the townsfolk, whispering their secrets through the rustling leaves of the Balite trees, the meandering rivers, the bamboo groves, and the mysterious forests. In the heart of Angono, the locals spoke in hushed tones of a legend surrounding the origin of the town's name. They told the story of a magical tree known as "anono," believed to hold potent healing powers in its bark, leaves, roots, and sap. As if echoing the tree's name, the place itself was called "Anonang," "Anunung," until it became "Angono." The enchantment of the anono tree and its healing properties seemed to be woven into the very fabric of the town. But there was another tale, one that spoke of "Ang Nuno," a venerable chieftain or king who had once ruled with valor, wealth, wisdom, and an unparalleled knowledge of healing. He was said to possess the rare gift of confronting malevolent spirits, banishing witches, curses, and other supernatural forces that dared to challenge the harmony of the community. It was the awe and respect for this great "Nuno" that lent the town its distinctive name. Among the townspeople, the Balite trees held a special place in their hearts, for these majestic giants were believed to house the spirits of the departed, especially the revered "Nuno." The largest Balite tree, standing tall in the center of Angono, was said to be the "Nuno's" abode. Any wanderer who sensed the presence of the "Nuno" would claim it as their dwelling, and so, "Angono" became synonymous with the grand tree's home. Adding to the mystique, there was a fascinating tale shared by former Senator Arturo M. Tolentino, who spoke of a time when an enormous and ancient cayman or crocodile roamed the town's river. The locals treated this creature with awe and reverence, believing it to be a guardian spirit. The cayman's mysterious presence became entwined with the tales of Angono's past. There was also a famous tale that says when the Spanish census-takers arrived in the town, they were perplexed by a strong stench emanating from animal pens. In their efforts to record the town's name, the locals, with utmost hospitality, said, "Anggo ng gatas, Senor," referring to the scent of milk. Taking this as the name, the Spanish officials documented the town as "Angono." 4

A secret swims deep in the depths: waves that weave tales of horror and creep. But can we ever get a glimpse Of those that bring terrors in our dreams? THE MERMAID OF ANGONO Once upon a time Laguna de Bay was a deep, deep lake. Only a few small villages stood around it. As time passed, one of those villages became a barrio called Angono. The little boys and girls bathed in the shallow edge of the lake where the water was as clear as glass. Now and then, a little boy or girl would disappear while bathing in the clear water. The boys and girls could not have drowned because every child in the village was an expert swimmer. With their nets and bancas, the villagers looked and looked for every lost child, but not one of them was found. One day, a stranger came to Angono to preach the Christian gospel. The stranger was well received by the people. They listened to his words of wisdom and of his faith in God. The villagers asked the stranger to live among them and he did. They taught him their language and told him about the children who had disappeared in the lake. The villagers were worried. They took their bancas and rowed to where the stranger had vanished. They scoured the whole area with their nets and dived underwater, but there was no trace of the stranger. At last, they gave him up for lost. Like their children. The stranger was not dead. He walked on and under the water and entered a cavern. He walked on until he came to an underwater palace. There he found many children playing and he saw how happy they were. The stranger walked on and came to a beautiful chamber made of mother-of-pearl. "Welcome, stranger." said a sweet voice. "What has brought you to our sea kingdom" He looked around and saw a mermaid sitting on her throne of pearls. "I am looking for the lost children of Angono." he said. "They are alright here. safe and happy," replied the mermaid. "Take them back if you wish." 5

"Under what condition" he asked. "On condition that their parents are good and teach them to be good," replied the mermaid. "I will gladly do that," he promised. The mermaid showed the stranger around her kingdom and invited him to stay for a week or longer. The week passed, and one early in the morning, while some women of Angono were washing clothes on the stones at the edge of the lake, a stranger appeared. He walked toward them in the water. They all ran to meet him, and were very happy to see him again. He told them that their children were all alive. safe and happy in the underwater kingdom. He added that he was soon leaving Angono and indeed he was gone the next day. Soon after, a missionary came to Angono. The villagers welcomed him, and after a few days started building a small chapel. The missionary chose the site of the chapel and the site happened to be over a subterranean passage connecting the barrio with the mermaid's underwater kingdom. When the chapel was finished. The missionary said a mass and everyone went there. That same evening, the mermaid returned a girl, one of the lost children, through a secret passage under the little chapel. The girl went back to her home. The people were very happy and grateful to the stranger. The next day, the people again attended mass in the village chapel. Each night, one child returned home to his parents until all the lost children got back home. The villagers became good and the mermaid was happy. The fishermen now caught more fish than ever before. The village became prosperous and the people started celebrating a fiesta. As time passed, the once tiny village became a town. The townsfolk built a big church. Their fish catch was always plentiful and they were happy people. Soon they learned that the mermaid had helped them grow prosperous. In gratitude they gave a fiesta in her honor. They built a pagoda and held a procession on the lake. The townspeople danced on the rafts made out of bancas put side by side. They sang native songs too. They fed their guests from other villages and towns, and all were happy. Since then, the people of Angono have faithfully celebrated the mermaid's fiesta on the lake each year. The mermaid felt very happy over all this. She likewise kept her promise. Never again has she taken any child bathing on the lake. It is said that she still appears to fishermen of Angono now and then, and they welcome the sight of her. 6

Can someone ever unsee the horrors When they see the creatures of terrors? Away from the bamboo groves under moonlight, Lest the giant pipe or the horse-like gallop awaken your fright. THE SECRETS OF THE BAMBOO GROVE: KAPRE AND TIKBALANG Long ago, the town of Angono was filled with bamboo groves, scattered along the riverbanks and nestled within the heart of the town. These bamboo thickets were brimming with ancient tales and legends. Even the bravest of men would find themselves whistling nervously and quickening their steps as they passed through the densely woven bamboo grove between the Cross Down Below and the Church, especially at night. The rustling of the bamboo leaves seemed to vanish, and the wind carried eerie whispers. It was said that a kapre, a giant creature with a tobacco pipe in its mouth and a fierce demeanor, lurked within the grove. Towering amid the swaying bamboo, it would suddenly appear, its face contorting as it bellowed, catching anyone who unknowingly crossed its path, demanding, "Hey, what are you doing there?" But the stories did not end there, for deep within the bamboo grove, another enigmatic creature roamed. Known as the tikbalang, it had the appearance of a horse, its knees raised high when seated, with a mane resembling that of a horse and long arms. It was believed to suddenly bend down and snatch those who passed by or stumbled upon the bamboo, only to spring back up afterward. This phenomenon occurred particularly during stormy weather, warning those who dared to trespass through the bamboo. 7

Let not the hues of gold deceive you, for the treasure that shines in the night Could be the very darkness that pretends to be light. But if you are lucky, well, you may as well be. THE SECRETS OF THE BAMBOO GROVE: THE GOLDEN CREATURES Once upon a time, in a distant town, there was a legendary bamboo grove believed to be guarded by wondrous golden animals. The grove was said to be home to a golden rooster with its brood, golden ducks, a golden dog, and a golden horse. According to the elders, these creatures were enchanting beings, transforming into different animals, and some even though they might be river sirens. As the night fell, these golden animals would glow with a luminous light, and their origins and destinations remained a mystery as they vanished without a trace. The golden treasures they protected were said to bring immense luck and fortune. There were tales of brave souls attempting to catch the elusive golden fish with fishing traps, but none succeeded in seizing the treasure. Another story spoke of a golden rooster that appeared near the river when darkness enveloped the land. Swift and keen in smell, these roosters were believed to be guardians of the river's riches. They only emerged under the moon's gentle glow. If one dared to grasp them with a rope, they would swiftly disappear, submerging beneath the waters. And when someone dug the spot where they vanished, a rope would be found tied to a treasure's lockbox. Within the same bamboo grove, a large black pig with blazing eyes lurked, seemingly a warning of impending weather's wrath. The town's folks shared these tales of golden wonders with awe and wonderment, intrigued by the allure of the bamboo grove's hidden secrets. The stories of the ginintuang hayop, the golden animals, were whispered among generations, carrying the essence of enchantment and marvel, forever etched in the tapestry of the town's folklore. 8

Do you hear that sound? It’s time to move: Leave the bamboo grove Or its mysteries will make you unmoved. THE SECRETS OF THE BAMBOO GROVE: PASO In a tranquil part of the river called Paso, a unique social gathering of women took place every Saturday. They called it "paglalaba," the act of doing laundry. This simple chore became an avenue for camaraderie and connection among the women as they met and mingled. They were escorted to the riverbanks and picked up by the menfolk. Lunches were brought to them during the midday break, and it became a time for courtship and exchanging of news. The riverbanks were adorned with tall trees, ancient and adorned with intricate branches and roots. Among these trees lived the tuko, tiny geckos that created eerie noises at six in the evening. The sound of the tuko's call was akin to an incantation, signifying that it was time for the women to head home as the evening approached. Beyond the striking of six, the river seemed to belong to mystical beings—the enigmatic maligno, river sirens, and the legendary golden rooster, said to be guardians of the river's hidden treasures. In this timeless ritual of paglalaba, the river witnessed the weaving of human stories—friendships formed, love stories bloomed, and the beauty of nature and its mysterious creatures entwined with the lives of the people. As the sun set on the horizon, the women would bid farewell to the river, carrying with them the memories of another joyful day spent together. And so, the river Paso stood as a silent witness to the sacred tradition, preserving the tales of the past and inviting the next generation to cherish the time-honored bond shared by the women and the river that flowed through their lives. 9

Who are they that play in the night, dressed in sparkles resembling light? What will you do when you see these creatures, Who can give power beyond measure? THE SECRETS OF THE GROVE: DUWENDE AND THE KABALYERO In the quaint town of Wawa, nestled by the riverbank, there stood a magnificent grove of acacia trees. It was believed to be the kingdom of the earth-dwellers, ruled by the king of gnomes. As the afternoon sun dipped in the horizon, the sound of clanging pots and sizzling oil echoed through the air, indicating that the gnomes were busy cooking and feasting. Legend has it that a nuno, a mythical being residing in an anthill, also lived in the vicinity. The nuno possessed the power to inflict pain on those who accidentally stepped on it, got splashed with water, or hurt it in any way. Whether the nuno was pleased or angered, it was said to leave a dark mark as a reminder of its presence. Among the favorite tales were the stories of small figures donning princely outfits, known as the knights. According to the elders, they appeared sporadically, leaping from tip to tip of the bamboo trees. Riding small horses, these knights demonstrated extraordinary agility, particularly during rainy afternoons and inclement weather. Their garments sparkled, adorned with shimmering baubles resembling medals. They were said to resemble characters from the Moro-moro stage play, complete with dazzling swords hanging by their sides. Curiosity and excitement drew people to watch the knights perform their acrobatic feats and climb the bamboo trees. Yet, even among a crowd of twenty spectators, only ten could see them. Legend had it that those who could capture even just one knight would be bestowed with a rare amulet that would protect them from harm. In 1926, in the heart of Poblacion Itaas, a village surrounded by bamboo groves, many witnessed the extraordinary parade of knights. Dressed in splendid crimson uniforms and riding majestic carriages, they resembled the princes from the Moro-moro play. Among the witnesses was a young Mayor Saturnino V. Tiamson, merely six years old at the time. Francisca Medina Ong, a resident of Poblacion Itaas, recalled her encounter with the knights when she was just eleven. One afternoon, around three o'clock, she walked along the back of Papeng Anorico's house on her way to the river. That particular area was a bamboo grove. There, she allegedly witnessed a bamboo obstructing the path, and atop it was a knight riding a horse, glimmering like a golden prince basking in the sun. When she called her friends, the creatures were nowhere to be found. These enchanting tales of the gnomes and knights continue to captivate the imagination of the townspeople. Their magical presence brings wonder and joy, and the bamboo grove remains a realm of legends and mysteries, where the realms of fantasy and reality blend seamlessly. 10

Be weary of the enchanting light at night: Even the fireflies could take you by surprise. But there are still shrouded mysteries That lurk deep in the trees. THE MYSTERY OF NATURE According to the stories, on dark nights when the bamboo groves or banana plantations are filled with fireflies, they believe that the spirits of nature come alive there. In the church courtyard, two ancient trees used to blaze with beauty, especially when adorned with vibrant flowers. Their fiery glow made people wary, unsure of which enchanted creature was taking care of and guarding the place. There were also tales about the enchantment of bananas. They say that on a moonlit night, when the most beautiful of its kind is about to fall, if caught by a man's mouth, it grants him a charm, especially when trying to win a woman's heart. During midnight, they would hear what seemed like the sound of drums coming from the depths of the sea, a signal that a storm was approaching, known as the "music of the sea." The sound of garments hitting the river at midnight was also a sign of an imminent storm, a clear indication that it was being guarded by enchanted golden creatures. As these mystical stories were passed down through generations, they added a touch of enchantment and wonder to the lives of the townspeople. The groves and rivers became places where magic seemed to intertwine with reality, where golden creatures watched over the land, and nature revealed its most mesmerizing secrets. Each night brought new tales of mystery and fascination, making the town of Angono a realm of legends, beauty, and mystical allure. 11

One cannot hold on to power forever, For even the seemingly infallible can shatter. If power can leave the bearer, Is the bearer really wielding the power? TALES OF THE ANTING-ANTING: LELONG BENTONG Long ago, there lived a man named Lelong Bentong, and he was known far and wide for his loud cries. Some said he was a brave Katipunero, and whenever he shouted, the Spaniards' feet turned white from sheer fright. But as the years passed, Lelong Bentong suffered greatly, and he reached a point where he knew his time was near. Lelong Bentong possessed a special amulet, an anting-anting, that was said to hold great power. The stories about it were filled with wonder, but none of his grandsons showed any interest in inheriting the amulet's power. You see, this amulet was not an ordinary one. It was said to be made of saliva and other mysterious ingredients, and the heir had to suck on it to fully acquire its strength. None of his grandsons were willing to do so, and Lelong Bentong couldn't find someone to pass it on to. He wanted to ensure that the amulet's power wouldn't go to waste, so he held onto it as long as he could. But life had other plans. One day, a kind nursing mother offered Lelong Bentong some milk. Despite his reluctance, he drank the milk she offered. As he swallowed the milk, he felt the time had come. He couldn't keep the amulet any longer. With a heavy heart, he spat out the amulet. And as the amulet hit the ground, there was a peculiar sound—a clinking, like plates shattering on the cement. It was as if the amulet's power had been released into the world, seeking a new bearer. The legacy of Lelong Bentong's anting-anting continued, waiting for the one destined to claim its extraordinary power. 12

What can make one leap at great speed? Are the tales of amulets mere fantasies that bleed? For they say that even the guns are rendered moot, Once the power leaks from the one who could. TALES OF THE ANTING-ANTING: TANDANG IPE Once, there was a man named G. Felipe Reyes, affectionately known as Tandang Ipe, who possessed a powerful amulet buried beneath the soles of his feet. This charm granted him incredible speed, making him renowned for his swift running. In the days of the Katipunan, Tandang Ipe fearlessly fought for freedom, but fate had other plans for him. One day, the Spanish Guardia Civil captured him. Bound with his hands behind his back, Tandang Ipe was escorted through the town, flanked by two guards and another with a warning drum, signifying his imminent fate: execution at Wawa in Angono. His brother, Tandang Endok, mournfully heard the ominous sound of footsteps fading into the distance, and when the gunshot rang out, he believed that his brother had fallen. With a heavy heart, he returned home, convinced of Tandang Ipe's demise. Yet, to everyone's astonishment, Tandang Ipe reappeared that night, very much alive. He shared the tale of how, upon reaching Hangya sa Ibaba, he suddenly stepped back, sprinted with incredible agility, and zigzagged to evade danger. In that moment, when the guns fired a single shot, he had distanced himself from death's clutches. He attributed his miraculous escape to the amulet buried beneath his feet. Even at the age of ninety, Tandang Ipe, ever barefooted, continued to walk swiftly. He could disembark from a moving truck, much to the consternation of the conductors. According to the stories, his amulet had now risen to just below his knee, and he proudly let his grandchildren touch the amulet, which was as big as a corn kernel. At the age of one hundred, Tandang Ipe could still carry two pails of water suspended from a pole on his shoulders. His strength and vitality remained a marvel to all, a testament to the enduring power of the mysterious amulet he carried within him. 13

How can one at old-age climb a tree, Is it true that even illness flee, Once you wear the bracelet of mystery? Even if true, can it ever see you free? TALES OF THE ANTING-ANTING: TANDANG ORE Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Ore, as told by Minang Ibañez. Her mother bestowed upon her a special charm, an amulet that was carefully tied on her arm. The amulet appeared like a small bracelet, and it was meant to enhance the girl's diligence. However, young Ore was known for her laziness, much to her mother's disappointment. One day, something remarkable happened. Ore suddenly transformed into an industrious and hardworking individual, seemingly unstoppable in her pursuit of work, even as she aged. Her mother could hardly believe the change she witnessed in her daughter. But as years passed, Ore fell ill and required medical attention. The doctor was called to attend to her, but when he arrived, he found her at the back of the house, doing the laundry. At the age of 90, Tandang Ore, as she was now known, could still climb guava trees with ease and skillfully thresh rice in the fields. The villagers marveled at Tandang Ore's energy and strength, attributing her vitality to the amulet that had been with her since her youth. Despite her initial laziness, the amulet had turned her into a diligent and hardworking woman, a true testament to its mysterious powers. As the years went by, Tandang Ore remained an exceptional figure in the community, a living testament to the magic of the amulet she carried with her throughout her life. Her story of transformation from a lazy young girl to an industrious elder became a source of inspiration for generations to come. And so, the legend of Tandang Ore and her enchanted amulet continued to captivate the hearts of those who heard it. 14

What power transcends time and space? That can make one appear suddenly at any place. If such power exists, can there be peace? Can we ever be at ease? TALES OF THE ANTING-ANTING: TANDANG ALDE According to Tindeng Lipio, Tandang Alde was a healer with a mysterious amulet. It was said that he possessed the power to appear suddenly in any place. One day, a man sought his help because his wife was about to give birth. The man invited Tandang Alde to ride in his cart to hasten their journey, but Tandang Alde declined, saying he would come later after taking a bath. As the man arrived home, he was surprised to find Tandang Alde already there, and his wife had already given birth. Tandang Alde's ability to be at two places at once puzzled the man, but it was all thanks to his extraordinary amulet. The amulet granted Tandang Alde the ability to transcend time and space, enabling him to be present wherever he was needed, even if it seemed impossible. The townspeople marveled at his incredible power, and stories of his extraordinary deeds spread far and wide. Tandang Alde became a revered figure in the community, and people sought his help for various ailments and difficulties. He would mysteriously appear whenever someone was in need, bringing healing and comfort to those he encountered. 15

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Fire burns and flame consumes, but can its heat even return the beats of two hearts who have sworn? THE PLACE FROM WHERE IT ROSE (Version 1) In the heart of Rizal province, there lies the enchanting town of Binangonan, known for its captivating beauty and irresistible charm. It is a place where green trees dance along the breeze, mountains stand tall as if protecting its inhabitants, and abundant bodies of water reflect the blue sky. According to old tales, this is the very place that Mahinhin inhabited, a maiden as alluring as Binangonan itself. Mahinhin’s captivating charm is known by all men in the town. However, she is more famously known for her countless rejections of young men: no suitor has ever won her heart. She is extremely cautious for after all, she is the sultan’s daughter. Also, she does not seek to be praised for her beauty. She wanted to be loved for who she is, not merely to be infatuated with. In a distant place, stories about Mahinhin’s glamor reached Bayani, stirring his interest for her from afar. The two were separated by a wide river, now known as Laguna de Bay, but Bayani was determined to sail its waters and to gaze upon Mahinhin’s grace. “No river is too wide nor too deep, when the heart calls to sail its depths,” Bayani’s poetic side awakened. He truly was in love. So he sailed, but little did he know, his fate was already sealed. As Mahinhin was playing in her favorite spot by the river, she spotted a distant boat slowly approaching. She felt uneasy. “Something does not seem right,” she whispered. As it drew nearer, she squinted her eyes to get a better look and noticed something alarming - the boat was sinking! Water was seeping in and the boat was gradually becoming submerged. Without a second thought, Mahinhin rushed to the boat in order to save the person. So she did and brought the young man safely into the shore. As she tended to him, she realized that this was none other than Bayani, the valiant hero whose tales of bravery she had heard so much about and secretly admired. As Mahinhin looked into Bayani's eyes, she felt a sudden connection that transcended the stories she had heard from afar. Bayani felt the same. It was as if fate had brought them together, and they both knew it at that moment. Yet, it was not the stories they had merely heard from a distance that ignited their love, but rather the wisdom and shared lifeviews they gained as they got to know each other better. That day, they made a vow: to meet again in that place and share stories as well as lessons they get from their own respective worlds. 17

The vow they made that day echoed across the waters, a solemn promise that nothing could ever come between them. The river itself bore witness to the depths of their emotions as they sealed their commitment. The two continued to meet in the same spot every day. However, the Datu, Mahinhin’s father, knew about the fair. He was extremely angry. He ordered Bayani to be burned alive on the mountainous area, hoping to rid Mahinhin of her love. This did not deter Mahinhin’s love for Bayani, in fact, this only strengthened it further. Mahinhin followed Bayani into the fire, both being consumed by the flames. The Datu grieved her daughter’s death. He has been haunted in his dreams: the deaths of Bayani and Mahinhin plagued him. Driven by remorse, the Datu vowed to keep the memory of her daughter alive. He continued to visit the place and brought flowers every day. Rumors soon spread throughout the village that something miraculous was happening in that place. Whenever the Datu leaves, the locals claim to witness the spirits of Bayani and Mahinhin rising from their graves and embracing each other. The air was filled with a sweet fragrance, and a sense of peace and harmony descended upon the spot. So when the Spaniards came to the Philippines and asked for the name of the place, the Datu said, “The spot where the lovers rose,” or in the vernacular language, "Binangunan ng magkasintahan." The place was soon named Binangonan. After the Datu's death, his daily visits to the spot ceased and with it, the sightings of the two spirits. The people believe that the spirits have finally found peace knowing that the Datu has joined them in the afterlife. However, some say that on certain nights, the faint sound of two lovers' laughter can be heard echoing across the river. The fishermen believe that it is the two lovers watching over them, guiding their boats and ensuring their safety as they venture into the unknown depths of the river till they finally arrive home. AFTERWORD: This is the retelling of the Legend of Binangonan, based on an archived story from the National Library of the Philippines. This particular version showed that the Spaniards had not yet arrived in the Philippines when the two lovers happened. Interestingly, other versions as will be seen in the next retelling, involve a Spanish young man as one of the principal characters. Moreover, this version of the story originally involves Bayani tricking Mahinhin by pretending to be drowning in the river. When Mahinhin saw him struggling in the water, she quickly jumped in to save him. Some versions of the story suggest that Mahinhin was initially angry with Bayani for his trick, but eventually forgave him and fell in love with him. This was not included in the retelling. Instead, this story emphasizes that their love from each other grows as they get to know one another more. Though they both heard stories about each other from afar, it was the personal discovery of one another that truly deepened their bond. 18

The search for gold that led to a different find: the glowing warmth, the glittering spark of love. Will this newfound gem drift apart or rise far above? THE PLACE FROM WHERE IT ROSE (Version 2) Rodrigo stands before the Batasin court pleading guilty. What led him to this? Who would have known that his desire to retrieve the gold of Bundok Makagutom would lead him to this court? He did not plan to become a soldier at all, but fate had other plans: drafted into the Spanish Army and sent to the Philippines. When he heard of the rumors of gold from a particular mountain in Rizal, he saw an opportunity to retrieve the gold then use it to return to Spain and pursue medical studies. In the pursuit of the golden treasure, he attempted to trespass into sacred ground and even fought its guards. Actually, he was no match for the guards' spears, but the Datu's timely intervention saved him from a gruesome fate. Caught red-handed, Rodrigo was sent to Batasin for trial. “We’ll show leniency to the foreigner,” the council of elders remarked. “The man will not be imprisoned, but he has to stay within Batasin only,” Rajah Maikiliw declared with unwavering authority. He reasoned that freeing him might lead to his capture, which would then be an opportunity for the rivaling tribes to gather intelligence regarding Batasin’s defenses. Rodrigo saw this as an opportunity to teach the Christian faith to the natives. So he started indoctrinating the children. There are things which he did not plan, but given the circumstance, it is always bound to happen: falling in love with Princess Maleya, the daughter of Rajah Makiliw. He had never planned on it, but the circumstances that brought them together were too powerful to ignore. This, however, is something that a rival cannot simply ignore, too. Lakan Wawa, a suitor of the princess and a trusted aide of Rajah Makiliw, felt that his hold for chieftain was endangered. Because of this, he convinced the Rajah to arrest Rodrigo for teaching a new religion and violating the sacredness of the tribe’s beliefs. Once again, Rodrigo found himself standing before the Batasin court, his heart pounding with fear. But this time, the verdict was not in his favor. The council of elders seemed to be swayed by the solar eclipse that occurred during the trial, interpreting it as a dark omen of impending disaster. "The King-sun has spoken," the Rajah intoned gravely. "Rodrigo must face the ultimate punishment. He will be offered to the sun as a sacrifice, nailed to the cross atop Mt. Hulo and left to die." Rodrigo's fate seemed sealed, his only hope now resting on a miracle. 19

Princess Maleya fell to her knees before her father, tears streaming down her face. "Father, please! Recant your pronouncement," she pleaded, her voice trembling with emotion. "I love Rodrigo, and I cannot bear the thought of losing him." But the Rajah's wrath only intensified at his daughter's confession. "Love for a foreigner has clouded your judgment, Maleya!" he thundered. "You will be executed alongside him!" And so, the two were bound to wooden X-crosses on top of Mt. Hulo, left to die. Three days passed and the two were found dead. On the night of the third day, however, a guard reported something strange. “Rajah, the mountain! It glows with a strange light!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement and fear. Peeking out the window, Rajah's jaw dropped as he saw the souls of the two lovers rising from their corpses. He felt a pang of remorse for what he had done, realizing too late the gravity of his mistake. From that day forward, the place where they died was known as Binangonan - the place from which it rose. The Rajah also ordered that a wooden cross be built on the site as a symbol of the Lord Jesus Christ's resurrection from the dead. Today, the wooden cross still stands atop Mt. Hulo in Barangay Libid, known as Kalbaryo. And Batasin remains one of its Sitios, a testament to the enduring power of love and the consequences of unchecked anger, and lust for power. AFTERWORD: The tourism office of Binangonan holds this version as the official version of the town’s legend. Interestingly, this version depicts the stark contrast between two kinds of faith: the colonized and the colonizer’s. It was shown multiple times that the colonizers have less power than the colonized: Rodrigo was defeated by the native guards, Lakan Wawa’s ploy emerged victorious. Despite the “colonized” being depicted as having more power, as it was shown in the end, their religion prevailed over the Rajah’s beliefs. The story even provided an explanation as to the story behind the wooden cross. The erection of the wooden cross symbolized that the Christian religion replaced its predecessors. This retelling did not alter major elements from the original version. It is worth noting, however, that the version from which the retelling was based, mentions a golden pig that resides in the sacred mountain of Makagutom. This pig is Diwata’s pet. This pig only appears in moonlight and whenever it hibernates is where the gold can be found. This led the character, Rodrigo to trespass on the sacred mountain. 20

Be careful what you wish for: The bridge you ask may lead to your downfall. But when your greatest fear appears, believe: To the power of faith, cleave. THE TALE OF THE UNFINISHED BRIDGE Bridges are built to connect people, to link places. But in Binangonan, there is a bridge that was once meant to be the devil's playground. This unfinished bridge carries an old tale that still lingers in the people’s minds. Pilapila, a town surrounded by water, is where this bridge is situated. Long time ago, a woman named Isabel lived in Pilapila. She is a devout follower of God, and she was greatly admired for her kindheartedness. Young men from all over the town frequently visited her hoping that she would entertain at least one of them. However, Isabel’s vow remains unshaken: she will serve only God. Hence, she is committed not to marry any man. Days passed and Isabel grew weary due to the number of suitors that frequented her. Daily, new suitors arrive. Daily, she rejects them. She then made a challenge that seems to be impossible to do: “I will marry anyone who can fulfill my wish.” Her words were music to the young men’s ears, and they hung on every note. "My request is this: Within a single night, build a stone bridge that spans across this lake and reaches all the way to Los Banos. He who succeeds in doing such will be my husband." From music, Isabel’s words became crashing rocks to the suitors' ears. Their voices erupted in a chorus of frustration. "This is impossible!" they exclaimed in unison. The young men left. A relieved smile stretched across Isabel's face as she realized she was finally free, "At last," she whispered to herself. Her smile did not last long. All of a sudden, a mysterious man appeared in front of her and before she could react, the stranger's hand enveloped hers, holding it tightly. “Your bridge, my lady, will be built tonight.” Shadows lurked around the house and the mysterious man vanished into thin air. He is nowhere to be seen. That fateful night, the residents of Pilapila were kept awake by the deafening clamor outside. As they peered through their windows, they were shocked to see demonic creatures attempting to build Isabel's bridge. Isabel, realizing the gravity of the situation, 21

raced to the church and implored the sacristan to sound the bells in a desperate attempt to distract the malevolent beings. Despite Sacristan's best efforts, the demons persisted, determined to complete the bridge. However, Isabel refused to give up. Drawing inspiration from the symbol of her faith, she fetched the cross from the church and brought it towards the bridge. As she approached the bridge, Isabel felt a surge of energy and courage that she had never felt before. She remembered a story in the Bible about the time when Jesus Christ was crucified on the cross. In the story, after Jesus breathed his last breath, darkness covered the land, and a great earthquake shook the earth. When he cried out, "It is finished," the veil of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom, signifying that the barrier between God and humanity had been removed. Isabel felt that the power of those words was with her, and as she lifted the cross high above her head, she felt a sense of peace and strength that she had never known before. The devils, sensing a power that is beyond them, began to falter in their construction of the bridge. With each step that Isabel took towards them, the devils grew weaker and weaker, until they could no longer bear the sight of the cross. The creatures quickly covered their eyes and took off into the night, leaving behind nothing but a gust of wind and the echo of their flapping wings. As she reached the halfway point of the bridge, the devils disappeared into the night, leaving the bridge unfinished. Isabel smiled as she looked back at the bridge, knowing that faith had prevailed over fear. She was certain that the devils would never return to Pilapila. Isabel remained committed to her devotion to God and later on married a Godly man. They built a happy family, and together, they served God. Meanwhile, the unfinished bridge still stands there in Pilapila up to this day, and the people called it “Puente Del Diablo.” It carries the story of faith’s power over fear. What was intended to be a plaything for the devil now stands as a lasting symbol of their failure and the triumph of good over evil. AFTERWORD: In the version of the story based on the archive of the National Library of the Philippines, there was no flashback of the Biblical story. However, it was included here in this retelling to emphasize the contrast between “It is Finished” and the “Unfinished Bridge,” further reinforcing the power of Christian faith. Interestingly, according to the municipal tourism officer of Binangonan, Mr. Ronald Cenidoza, Pilapila’s name could be attributed to the story of Isabel as young men “line up” in order to woo her. Meanwhile, some locals believe that Pilapila signifies consecutive deaths in the barrio. According to some locals, when one dies in the area, more deaths “line up”. Up to this day, there’s no official explanation as to the naming of the barangay. No official explanation is given, one thing is for sure, Pilapila holds a rich history and mystery that continues to intrigue both locals and visitors alike. Just like the unfinished bridge, Pilapila cradles queues of stories and mysteries waiting to be discovered. 22

Its sharpness ascends, unyielding to all: to those who rise and to those who fall. Who or what is the object of this tale? That blade that never goes stale. THE WAY OF THE POINTED BLADE “A blade-shaped island, that is where we will live.” a mighty Datu declared to his people as he pointed to the island. Under his strong leadership, his people have always followed him faithfully. “We are one with you, Datu. Where you go, we will go,” the people responded to his declaration. Indeed, the island resembles the shape of a blade, and from afar, its greenness is brimming, denoting a fertile land. The Datu and his people sailed towards the island. Upon arriving, he discovered that the place is inhabited by different groups of people, each division is ruled by a Datu like him as well. However, the island seemed to be divided, each people living according to their own ways, not thinking if this will harm the island as a whole. It was evident that these people had arrived relatively recently, as their settlements lacked the deep-rooted connections that come with time. The Datu observed the fragmented state of the island and realized the importance of unity and cooperation. He understood that for the island to thrive, all its inhabitants must come together and work towards a common goal. From this, the brave Datu exerted his dominance among all the other Datus. The brave Datu declared a test of strength through a battle royale. “He who remains standing in this ground before the sun sets shall lead us all. We have to be united by one mighty, capable ruler for the entire island to thrive.” he proudly announced. His fellow Datus agreed. As the moon began to ascend, casting its gentle glow upon the battlefield, only one figure remained standing tall amid the fallen warriors. It was the very same Datu who had initiated the test of strength, his indomitable spirit shining through his battle-worn visage. Silence fell upon the field as the defeated Datus knelt before the triumphant leader. With a mixture of awe and respect, they acknowledged his supremacy and pledged their unwavering loyalty. "Great Datu, you have proven yourself worthy of this honor," one of the Datus spoke with admiration. "May your wisdom and strength guide us towards a future of unity and prosperity." The victorious Datu accepted their words with humility, his gaze sweeping over the assembled Datus with a sense of responsibility and purpose. From then on, the Datu was hailed Datu Talim. His 23

sword was as sharp as his mind. The whole island, sooner or later, was named after him. It was called “Isla de Talim,” a name that perfectly encapsulates the shape of the island, too. Datu Talim not only led the place into prosperity, but also raised warriors who are proficient in the way of the blade. Their proficiency is enough to strike fear in the hearts of those who attempt to subdue the island. Several years passed and the Spaniards came to the Philippines. Filipino revolutionists discovered that there is an island surrounded by the waters of Laguna de bay. “This is an ideal place for hiding,” one of the labeled “insurrectos” claimed. “Let’s stay here while we strengthen our forces,” one of his comrades remarked. So they sailed towards the place and met brave people who taught them the way of the blade. These people have cultivated the art that was passed to them by the earlier generation. They show proficiency in the way they use pointed objects for battle. The place, then, retained its name: Isla de Talim. Datu Talim may have ceased to exist, but his legacy persisted. Up to this day, the very shape of the island encapsulates the memory of the brave Datu Talim and his sharp mind as well as his people who proficiently wielded pointed objects in battle. AFTERWORD: Today, Talim Island is composed of 26 Baranggays. 18 of these barangays are under the jurisdiction of Binangonan, while the other 7 are under the dominion of Cardona. The legend of Talim Island, as documented in the national library archive, has two variations: Datu Talim’s story and the people’s proficiency in the use of blades. In this retelling, however, those two stories were linked to one another. Nonetheless, it is interesting to note that the island is shaped like a pointed blade from an aerial view. That is why in this retelling, Datu is not initially named Datu Talim, but he got the title by being the sharpest ruler in the blade-shaped island. The Datu got his name from the island, and also, the island got its name from the Datu. The original version, based on the archive however, presupposes that the Datu is named Datu Talim even before he came to the island. 24

When the seeds of envy are buried deep within one’s heart, what does the root tear apart, what kind of lump from its soil will sprout? THE BREAST-SHAPED MOUNTAIN Situated on the island of Talim in Binangonan, Rizal is a mountain that never fails to captivate the attention of passersby. This peculiar mountain boasts a shape that closely resembles a woman's breast. But what really lies behind this natural wonder? What stories are wrapped around this site? Long ago, there lives a beautiful maiden in the town of Talim. Her beauty captivated the hearts of various suitors throughout the town. Boats are the primary mode of transportation to reach the island of Talim, and many suitors are eager to set sail only to get a glimpse of the maiden’s beauty. Indeed, her elegance and charm were beyond comparison, but what caught the most attention was her most prominent feature, her breast, which was as conspicuous as the morning sun. Although her beauty was the cause of her popularity, it was not the only thing that she was known for. She is shrouded with an air of mystery. Nobody knows where she lives, but everyone seems to know where she can be found. She seems to be everywhere all at once. Some say she is a spirit, others claim she is a nymph of the forest, but nobody knows for sure. Her secrets are as deeply hidden as the roots of the tallest tree, and those who dare to try and uncover them are met with nothing but frustration, especially the women who were envious of her beauty. Jealousy and envy began to fester in the hearts of some women. They could not stand the attention and admiration that the maiden received, and so they started to spread rumors about her. They accused her of using her beauty to lure men away from their wives and lovers, causing chaos and heartbreak in their relationships. The maiden's reputation became tarnished, and she was unjustly blamed for the unfaithfulness of other women's partners. One day, one of the jealous women was able to persuade others to do the horrible thing: bury the young maiden alive. With twisted minds and dark intentions, they hatched a plan to get rid of her once and for all. Under the guise of an invitation to dine together, they led the unsuspecting maiden to a secluded spot, where they had already dug a deep pit. As the maiden innocently sat down to join the feast, the women suddenly turned on her, pushing her forcefully into the pit. The sounds of her screams and cries for help were muffled by the dirt and earth as the women proceeded to bury her alive. 25

With tears streaming down their faces, some of the women looked on in horror at what they had just done. Regret and guilt flooded their hearts, but it was too late. The beautiful maiden was now gone, buried alive by their hands. The earth seemed to shake with their grief and remorse, and the sky darkened with their collective sorrow. Little did the women know, the young maiden is actually a Diwata, the spirit guardian of the island. Her mortal embodiment is a mere fraction of her true beauty and power. The Diwata was enraged by what they did. They heard a thunderous uproar beneath them, and from the very spot where the maiden was buried, a twin mountain rose up, taking the shape of a woman's breast. It was suddenly dark, the envious women were trapped within the mountain. In order to escape the Diwata told them they have to climb upon seemingly endless stairs. They tried to climb blindly but each time they tried, they fell. “You can be freed from this chaos of darkness,” the Diwata spoke in a voice that seemed to echo with magic. Despite what they did to her, there’s no hint of frustration from her voice. “You will once again see the light of day, only if you will lift each other up.” The women followed the advice of the Diwata and held hands as they climbed the seemingly endless stairs of darkness. It felt like they were climbing it for days. When the women learned to help one another, they saw a glimpse of light. Until finally, they emerged from the darkness and were greeted by a breathtaking view of the Laguna de Bay and the surrounding trees. The women were in awe of the stunning scenery, and they felt a sense of pride for reaching the summit. As they descended the mountain, the women carried with them the valuable lesson they had learned. They shared it with their families and their communities, spreading the message of unity and support. Whenever they saw the twin mountains, they were reminded of the power of lifting each other up and protecting each other. When they saw the mountain from below, they noticed the mountain’s resemblance to the shape of a breast, they soon called it the mount of Susong Dalaga, alluding to the Diwata who taught them a very wonderful lesson. AFTERWORD: The version of the story from https://www.philippinesinsider.com/ recounts that the young maiden was murdered by the envious women and was buried in her favorite hilltop. This soon transformed into a mountain. In this retelling, however, the young maiden was a Diwata who taught the envious women a wonderful lesson about lifting each other up, instead of tearing each other down. The beautiful maiden became an agent of unity and just like a Diwata, she continued to protect her dominion. Not through divine power of protection, but through imparting a lesson that will make people protect each other. The Mount of Susong Dalaga is also known as Mount Tagapo. It is located on Talim Island in Binangonan (particularly in the Barangay of Janosa), and it is well-known as a training ground for novice hikers. 26

A timeless question we can't evade: The bird or egg, which one predates? But one thing we know, without a doubt, The land still flourishes, even without. THE PLACE NAMED AFTER A BIRD During the pre-Spanish period, this wilderness now known as Tabon was a place teeming with natural wonders. Towering trees of various kinds filled the landscape, and the sky was adorned with the graceful flight of countless majestic birds, including a certain giant species called the Tabon bird. These birds, as large as hens, were abundant in the area when it had no definite name. Their presence left a lasting impression on the locals, and the name of the place was eventually derived from these magnificent creatures. Tabon, a word that echoed the size and significance of the birds, became the chosen name for this remarkable wilderness. As time went on, Tabon was divided into two distinct regions. The first was known as Tabon Malamig, a reference to the cool and refreshing atmosphere that enveloped the area. The second region earned the name Tabon Mainit, owing to the presence of warm water sources that flowed through the land, creating a soothing environment. Amidst this vibrant setting, a group of Spanish soldiers ventured into the wilderness, eager to explore and understand their surroundings. On their journey, they came across a man carrying several eggs of the remarkable Tabon bird. Curiosity sparked within the soldiers, and they yearned to know the name of this place in their own language. Approaching the man, one of the soldiers posed the question in Spanish, "¿Cómo se llama este lugar?" (What is the name of this place?). Not understanding the foreign language, the man interpreted the question differently. Believing he was asked about the contents of his basket, he answered in his plain native tongue, "Dala ko itong itlog ng isang ibong malaki, tinatawag na 'Tabon'" (I am carrying the eggs of a big bird called 'Tabon'). The Spaniard, also unfamiliar with the man's language, could only grasp the last word he heard. Mistakenly assuming that it was the answer to their inquiry, they noted down the word "Tabon" as the name of the place, unaware of the connection to the grand Tabon bird. And so, the name Tabon became etched in history, forever linked to the wilderness and the majestic birds that once roamed its skies. The story of the Tabon bird, with its large size and cultural significance, became intertwined with the tale of this enchanting place, where Tabon Malamig and Tabon Mainit thrived, each with its unique charm. 27

Come, fish with me, here’s a place to belong, Our home on the river, forever strong. Memories etched in the waters, Let them flow forever. A TRIBUTE TO THE PIONEERS Once upon a time, there was this barrio shrouded in wilderness. It has been uninhabited and the land remained untouched for so long. Trees stood tall and various creatures roamed around its grounds. Unknown to many, this hidden gem hides a treasure of its own: the bountiful fishing grounds. However, as no secret is bound to be kept forever, it is quite inevitable that this place would soon be discovered. Only time can tell. Among the first fishermen who reached the place were Peping and Adang, a couple whose fortune smiled upon them with abundant catches. The serenity of the place, coupled with the dangers they faced in their journey back home, prompted Peping and Adang to make a life in this haven of abundance. "We have been fishing here for quite some time, Adang. Returning home has been tiring," Peping remarked, his weary voice tinged with a hint of longing. Adang, understanding her husband's unspoken desires, gazed out at the tranquil waters that had been their sanctuary for countless days. She could feel a sense of connection to this place, a connection that went beyond the bountiful catch it provided. "What if we build our home here?" Adang suggested, her eyes brightening with a newfound purpose. "Here, we can share our knowledge with others, teach them the art of fishing and nurture this place that has given us so much." Peping's eyes sparked with renewed enthusiasm as he comprehended his wife's vision. The idea of transforming their beloved fishing spot into a haven for aspiring fishermen filled him with a sense of fulfillment. Together, they could cultivate a community that cherished the waters and learned to sustainably harvest its riches. As time passed, fishermen from distant shores, enticed by the tales of prosperous catches and the allure of a safe haven, followed in their footsteps. The land blossomed into a vibrant community, brimming with life and hope. Yet, like any other nameless barrio, the place yearned for an identity, a distinction that would set it apart from other known places. “This place deserves to be named,” one of the elders of the barrio remarked. 28

Nods of agreement rippled through the gathered crowd, and another resident spoke up, their voice brimming with enthusiasm, "Let's gather everyone together and decide what name is to be given to this place. It's time we honor the spirit of resilience and abundance that defines us." So they set a time and place where every resident can give their suggestions and vote. When that day finally came, the answer seemed to be crystal clear: it will be named after the people who embodied resilience and abundance. After all, that is what the place is about. "We should call this place Pipindan," an elder suggested, their voice carrying the weight of conviction. "It is a name that honors the pioneers of this barrio, Peping and Adang, whose unwavering determination and pioneering spirit have shaped the course of our lives. They were the first ones to cast their nets in these waters, and their courageous decision to make this uncharted place their home sparked enthusiasm and inspired many of us to join them." The rest of the residents agreed, affirming the proposition unanimously. And so, with a sense of pride and unity, the residents declared in unison, "Pipindan it is!" From that day forward, the name Pipindan became a symbol of their shared history, a reminder of the pioneers who had ventured into the unknown and transformed it into a thriving community. It resonated with the stories of resilience, the bonds of kinship, and the abundance of nature that graced their lives. The barrio thrived as its inhabitants embraced this timeless wisdom, passing down the skills and knowledge of fishing from one generation to the next. The waters of Pipindan remained fruitful, not only sustaining their physical needs but also reminding their spirits with a sense of unity and shared purpose. As the water continuously flows in Pipindan, so is the wisdom that has grown. People today may no longer know who the pioneers were, but the waters have always reminded them of the values that shaped the community. AFTERWORD: According to the archive of the National Library of the Philippines, Peping and Adang are the nicknames of two of the very first settlers known to have lived in the Barangay of Pipindan. Peping is Kapitan Felipe Silvestre, while his wife is Librada Antazo, Peping and Adang respectively. 29

The temporary became home, tales of doom never destined to bloom. Freedom & liberation may be at hand, But what we built shall hereby stand. A LAND THICKLY VEGETATED BY BAMBOO In the aftermath of the Spanish occupation of Manila and the imposition of tyrannical rules, many people sought refuge in far-flung corners, evading the iron grip of the sovereign power. Among these courageous souls were driven by a desperate desire for freedom. Amidst this mass exodus, an unassuming elderly couple found themselves settling in a particular corner of Talim Island. The allure of this place, with its favorable conditions, beckoned the couple to establish a permanent abode. Their livelihood revolved around fishing and bartering goods with neighboring communities, relying on the abundant resources provided by the land and sea. As news of Admiral Dewey's victory over the Spanish Armada in the tumultuous battle of Manila Bay reached the provinces, hope blossomed within the hearts of the displaced. The arrival of the good-natured American soldiers, brimming with admiration and sympathy for the early Filipinos, prompted many to return to their abandoned homes, liberated from the clutches of tyranny. However, the old couple, content and at peace in their newfound haven of Janosa, decided to stay and spend the remainder of their lives in this place they now called home. They had grown fond of the lush landscape and had adapted to the rhythm of the island. One day, as the old man gathered wood and cut bamboo to be bartered with nearby communities, a group of army officers, surveying the conquered territories for military strategy, stumbled upon the couple. The sight of white men was a novelty that almost caused the elderly pair to faint with fright. Yet, the Americans, adept in their interactions, offered them food and reassurance, putting the couple at ease. Curiosity getting the better of them, the officers engaged the couple in conversation, eager to learn more about this seemingly uninhabited place. They asked for its name, expecting a reference to its physical attributes. Unhesitatingly, the old man responded, "Anosan," meaning thickly vegetated with bamboo. Taking this as a fitting answer, the Americans recorded the reply and proclaimed, "So this is Janosa!" The old man nodded in agreement, and from that moment forward, the place became known as Janosa. 30

Abandon the wicked thoughts knocking your mind, Or else a trap will bind your hand. The evil tidings you crave, can be your very grave. WHERE THE TRAP WAS PLACED "The trap had been set, and Ganid had walked right into it, along with his men," one of the villagers said with a smug grin. "He thought he was so clever, but his own greed led him straight to his downfall," he reported to the chieftain. The villagers couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as they watched Ganid struggle and fight against the trap they had set. It was a trap he had built himself, thinking he was the one in control. But now, it was clear that he was nothing but a pawn in his own game. But how did Ganid and his men fall into a trap they themselves built? In a place that is now called Binitagan, there was once a maiden whose name was Busilak. Her beauty was breathtaking; her long, dark hair flowed in the wind, and her eyes sparkled like the stars in the sky. Ganid could not resist her allure, and he knew he had to have her. It was obvious, he wanted to see the lady, but not through conventional means. "How do we capture her?" one of his men asked. Ganid smirked. "We'll set a trap." He proceeded to outline his plan, and his men nodded in agreement. They would lay a trap at the narrowest passage leading to Busilak's village, and when she and her companions passed by, they would pounce and capture Busilak. Little did they know, the villagers already knew Ganid’s plan and they hatched a plan to reverse the trap that Ganid had set. The villagers studied the trap closely, analyzing its every detail. They knew that if they wanted to reverse the trap, they had to make it look like it had already been used. They made subtle and unsuspecting changes to the trap, carefully disguising their handiwork. Ganid and his men arrived at the trap, thinking that everything was going according to plan. But as they approached, they noticed something strange. The trap looked as though it had already been triggered. They couldn't understand how their trap had been dismantled, and they began to feel uneasy. Unbeknownst to them, the villagers had successfully reversed the trap, and Ganid and his men were walking straight into it. As they walked deeper into the narrow passage, the ground beneath them 31

gave way, and they fell into a pit lined with sharp stakes. It was a gruesome sight, and the villagers couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as they watched Ganid and his men struggle and fight against their own trap. That's how the Barangay got its name. Binitagan was a derivation of the word "bitag" or trap, which means the place where the trap was placed. AFTERWORD: The original version of the story as documented in the national library archive did not mention any name of the characters. Moreover, the original version also did not include Ganid creating his own trap for the maiden. He only planned on kidnapping her. It was Busilak’s people who set the trap for Ganid. However, in this retelling, a different approach was taken to give Ganid's end a more profound sense of poetic justice. By adding the element of Ganid constructing his own trap, it highlights his own downfall caused by his greed and arrogance. Binitagan is one of the barangays in the municipality of Binangonan, in the province of Rizal. According to a 2020 census, its population was 572. ("Binitagan, Binangonan, Rizal, Philippines," n.d.). 32

Fear strikes in the heart of men in these less-traveled places where terrors reign. Watchful eyes lurk beneath the hues, ready to snatch what is dear to you. THE HORRORS OF A PLACE NAMED MAMBOG Deep within the western part of Looc, nestled between the boundaries of Binangonan and Cardona, lay a place shrouded in intrigue and peril. This place, known as Mambog, held a dark history that echoed through the ages. Long ago, during the Spanish regime, Mambog became a notorious haunt for bandits known as "Tulisan." These outlaws would lie in wait atop the hills, their eyes fixed on the unsuspecting passersby. Their targets were often wealthy merchants journeying along the trails that wound through the foot of the hill. As the merchants made their way midway, their minds filled with thoughts of trade and prosperity, the bandits would set their plan into motion. With precision and cunning, they would release a cascade of enormous stones, sending them thundering down the trail. The stones crashed with a deafening roar, closing off any possible escape for the terrified merchants. The air would be filled with the resounding echoes of "bog"! "bog"! "bog"! The merchants, overcome with fear, found themselves trapped, their wealth ripe for the taking by the cunning bandits. It was said that the mere mention of Mambog struck terror into the hearts of those venturing to Manila, for they knew of the treacherous "ma bogs" that awaited them. Thus, the name Mambog became etched in the annals of history, forever associated with danger and thievery. But it wasn't just the menacing stones that made Mambog a place to be feared. Its rugged terrain harbored deep precipices, lurking like hidden traps, waiting to swallow any unfortunate soul who ventured too close. The tales of Mambog were passed down from generation to generation, whispered in hushed tones around flickering fires. Each story carried a sense of danger and excitement, captivating the imaginations of those who listened. The legends grew, embellished with every retelling, until Mambog became an enigmatic place of mystery and awe. Yet, even amidst the darkness that enveloped Mambog, there was a strange allure. Adventurers and thrill-seekers were drawn to its treacherous beauty, seeking to unravel its secrets firsthand. They 33

would tread cautiously, navigating the perilous trails, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and exhilaration. Mambog stood as a testament to the indomitable spirit of the human heart, the longing for adventure and the thrill of the unknown. It reminded people that even in the face of danger, there was a kind of raw, untamed beauty that called out to their souls. And so, Mambog remained a place of legend, a beacon for those seeking tales of bravery and daring. Its rocky hills and deep precipices whispered stories of long-lost bandits and the fearless merchants who braved their wrath. It stood as a reminder that behind every seemingly ordinary place, there lay a hidden past, waiting to be discovered by those willing to embrace the allure of the unknown. AFTERWORD: This tale is documented in the archive of the national library of the Philippines. Interestingly, according to Añonuevo (2009), Mambog is a kind of medicinal plant. In fact, the word mambog can also be used as a verb as in “magmambog.” 34

If you can undo what you have done, would you have undone what it becomes? THE LEGEND OF THE FROG Have you ever been curious about why frogs croak? What if you could enter their minds and understand what they are saying? Would you be willing to listen to their secrets? A tale somewhere in the land of Binangonan provides an explanation to this. The story begins with a mischievous boy and his sickly father. The sickly father is the boy’s only living parent. They lived in poverty, relying on his father's meager income from fishing. Due to the father’s ailing condition, he hardly went home early as catching fish became increasingly difficult day by day. However, one day, the father went home early as he was able to fill up a basket with fishes. "Finally, I can come home before noon," he said, smiling, his eyes brimming with joy. He then instructed his son to cook the fish. His son obeyed, but little did he know, he had mischievous plans. The son cooked the fish and filled himself with as much food as he could. When he saw that there was still food left, he threw it on the floor. Nothing but mere scraps of food were left for his father. "What happened to the fish?" the father asked his son. "I ate it all," the son replied with a grin. Pain boiled inside the father. "How could you be so selfish? Don't you know I'm sick and can barely fish?" he blurted in frustration. As he spoke those words, the father’s heart sank and memories of his own hardships flooded his mind. He remembered the countless times he had to drag himself to the lake, barely able to walk due to his sickness. He remembered how his son would assist him, casting the net and waiting for the fish to come. He remembered how grateful he was for his son's help, despite the boy's mischievous nature. But now, all he felt was hurt and disappointment. He had worked hard to catch those fish, hoping to provide a decent meal for his son and himself. And sadness turned to anger. “I wish that the fairy of the forest will punish you for what you have done,” the father whispered through gritted teeth, his heart heavy. Suddenly, a beautiful fairy appeared before him and his son. “You will spend the rest of your life hunting for your own food, without the help of anyone.” The son immediately became a slippery and agile small being, but capable of leaping in a single bound. It is a creature also characterized by its long, sticky appendage that shoots out from its mouth with lightning speed, latching onto anything within reach. He became a frog. 35

Whenever the frog croaks, it is said that it is asking for forgiveness. “Kokak-kokak-kokak,” each croak seemed to carry a weight of remorse and regret, as if the creature was plagued with pangs of guilt. He wants to say he loves his father very much, but all that comes out from him are rumbling sounds. AFTERWORD: The story of the mischievous boy and his sickly father may seem like a cautionary tale about the consequences of selfishness, but it also provides an interesting explanation for the croaking of frogs. While the original version did not mention the frog attempting to express his love for his father, this retelling included it to intensify the picture of regret or remorse. 36

Skill, heart, and tool form a bond, Without one, work and progress: gone. Practice, persevere with all the right tools. The next thing you know, you’re in control. JUAN, THE URANG, AND THE CARABAO Juan ponders silently to himself, “The carabao does not want to work. What could be the reason?” “I must do my best in order to plow the field, after all, this is a responsibility given to me by my father,” his musing continued. As the sun's warm rays cast a golden glow over the vast expanse of the field, Juan stands tall, his hands firmly gripping the wooden handles of the plow. He seems to be determined, but without the carabao’s help, he cannot accomplish the task. Juan is a young man from a family of three. The family lives in a simple nipa hut that serves as their home. Despite their limited means, they are fortunate to own a single prized possession: a sturdy carabao. One day, his father left the house for some errands. He, then, entrusted the task of plowing the field to his son, Juan. “I left very early in the morning, yet, the carabao does not want to cooperate,” he remarked to himself. Disheartened by the carabao's lack of cooperation, he decided to abandon the field and head back home, leaving the stubborn beast behind. Juan wants to tell his mother about it. As he reached the familiar path leading to their home, Juan's gaze fell upon their modest home—a humble nipa hut. Though small in size, it emanated a sense of peace. The simplicity of its construction and the serenity within its walls intertwined harmoniously, creating an atmosphere that nurtured both body and soul. It was a sanctuary, a refuge from the toils of the outside world. At the heart of this humble dwelling, Juan's mother, a pillar of strength and love, awaited his return. Her gentle presence radiated warmth, like a flickering candle illuminating their lives. With a serene smile, she welcomed Juan, sensing the turmoil within him. “Why did you get home so early, my son? And where's the carabao?” She asked. “It does not like to work, Ma,” Juan replied. "Here, my dear," she said, her voice a soothing melody. "Take this urang. Carabaos are known to fear it. Use it, and the stubborn beast will surely cooperate with you. Urang is a vine from a Kakawate Tree. 37

“Thank you for the advice, Ma. I will return to the fields now.” He immediately grabbed the urang and went to the field. His determination being rekindled, Juan rushed to the field as his hand grips the urang. Upon arriving at the field, Juan talks to the Urang as if informing the urang of the carabao’s indolence. “Urang, look at this carabao. It refuses to work.” The carabao does nothing. Juan’s frustration growing, he repeated: “Urang, look at this carabao. It refuses to work!” The carabao remained still. Fuelled by exhaustion, Juan hit the carabao using the urang and the carabao ran away. Juan rushed towards it. After a heart-pounding chase, Juan finally managed to catch up with the carabao. Beads of perspiration glistened on his forehead as he stood before the now-tamed beast. It seemed as though the carabao had recognized the authority and determination in Juan's eyes. The carabao willingly harnessed itself to the plow, ready to fulfill its purpose alongside Juan. Side by side, they started their work, the rhythmic sound of the plow cutting through the earth filling the air. Bathed in the warmth of the sun, Juan couldn't help but reflect on the power of the urang. "Indeed," he remarked with a sense of triumph, "the carabao fears the urang." And yet, as Juan examined the frail urang, he couldn't help but wonder at the irony. With its slender form and now-delicate appearance, how could the urang possess such power to instill fear into the carabao? AFTERWORD: This story teaches the value of knowing how to use tools wisely. The urang may not be the most advanced or sophisticated tool available, but considering the family's modest lifestyle, it proves to be a practical choice. However, resourcefulness alone is not enough. It must be complemented by the right attitude and a strategic approach in order to achieve success. It is the combination of these elements that truly makes things work. 38

There: a story wrapped in mystery, listen, perceive what the eyes can’t see. Mind the enchanting waters and the wave, the secret buried deep within the cave. MERCIDITA Mercidita: A name that sends shivers down the spine to those who have heard the haunting legends about her. Though her name alone might be enough to instill fear, even the numerous tales about her cannot unravel her mystery. For the people of Libis, she is known as the engkantada who has command over the waters of Wawa. It is said that she lurks (and sometimes lures people) in the cave of Batasin. One of the most common descriptions people attribute to Mercidita is her playful nature. Just as the waves of the water become unsteady, so is her desire to toy with people. With her command over the waves of the Wawa, she can make a boat sail aimlessly for hours. “What’s happening? We have been rowing for hours, yet we have never reached the shore yet!” A panicked cry rose from a group of adventures. They were deceived by the seemingly tranquil waters. "Look, there's something strange about these waters. It's as if an unseen current is pulling us in different directions." One of his friends remarked. They expected to have fun by exploring the waters of the Wawa, but it seems, it is they who were made fun of by the unseen engkantada. This group of adventurers are from Manila and just visited Binangonan to play basketball. Traumatized by their experience, they swore to never return to Binangonan ever again. Mercidita's mischievous nature knew no bounds, for even the locals themselves were not exempt from her playful tricks. One day, a married couple from Calumpang set sail on the serene waters of the lake, together with their child. Their child, prone to catching colds, yearned for a fresh air to breathe fresh air. Little did they know, a more chilling air awaits them. As they ventured further into the waters, their boat began to move in circular patterns, as if being controlled by an unseen force. The father, with all his strength, rowed against the tide. But nothing happened. The mother, equally terrified, held the child tightly in her arms. It was then that the father was reminded of the enchanting tales of the waters and Mercidita’s playful nature. 39

With desperation in his eyes, the father raised their child towards the horizon. "Mercedita, if you can hear us, please release us from this bewitching spell! Our child is terrified!" In an instant, as if answering their plea, the waters become still. The father paddled incessantly, racing towards the shore. However, not all stories surrounding Mercidita had a happy ending. Some tales linked her to tragic drownings. Many years ago, the lifeless bodies of two young men were discovered near the mysterious caves of Batasin. According to some, Mercidita lured these athletes into her realm, only to return them lifeless to the mortal world. It is said that sighting Mercidita is considered an ominous sign, foretelling impending death. Hence, some people fear approaching the cave of Batasin. Mercidita’s countless tales may resound terrors into one's ears, but questions continue to flood like the waves of the sea. Is she real or a figment of imagination? A diwata or an engkantada? No one knows. But beware, for the waters hold secrets. AFTERWORD: Other stories surrounding Mercidita involve the mysterious cave of Batasin. It is believed that this cavern, with its small entrance, stretches into infinite depths, connecting to diverse realms. Among the tales, one recounts Mercidita's unrequited love for a man named Valentin, who was already committed to another. Since then, Mercidita vanished, leaving behind stories of terror associated with her name (GMA Network, 2021). Folktales like this add vibrant colors to the place's identity, a potential tool that may be capitalized as far as tourism is concerned. 40

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Residues blown into the seashore, Small, yet they glitter evermore. Open your eyes, what do you see, besides the lime-colored algae? SAMPAD Long ago, a barrio known as Sampad held its place. Its name, steeped in the lore of the past, emerged from the enchanting whispers of Parpar. Parpar, a term denoting various objects washed ashore by the relentless ebb and flow of waves and winds. Centuries ago, a group of Spaniards arrived on the shores of Sampad. Curious about the presence of seaweed or "lib" in the local tongue, they approached the few people they encountered along the seashore. Hindered by the language barrier, the villagers simply pointed at the algae and uttered the word "Parpar." Unbeknownst to them, the Spaniards misheard the word as "Sampar." From that moment on, whenever the Spaniards returned to the place, they would boisterously greet the people with the exclamation of "Sampar." As time passed, during the later period of the American regime, the name Sampar gradually faded away, giving way to the preferred usage of Sampad. This name became the official designation of the barrio, firmly etching itself into the hearts and minds of the community. Nowadays, Sampad stands as a testament to the enduring interplay between history and language, preserving the essence of its origin while embracing the evolution of time. Its name, born from a curious twist of fate, continues to weave the threads of its legacy within the tapestry of Rizal's rich heritage. 42

Carve the stone weighed by gravity, retrieve the heart that it buries. For when a rolling stone stops, what happens to where it bumps? PINAIT The stone began its descent, rolling down the rugged hillside with an unstoppable force, gaining momentum as it tumbled towards the unnamed village. It seemed as though the earth itself had set it in motion, its path determined by an invisible hand. In a small humble house nestled near the shore, a woman named Isabela diligently washed clothes for her family. She has always been known for her industrious nature, always doing chores for her family. It is one of the things that makes her happy. As the sun reached its zenith, casting a brilliant light over the landscape, Isabela stepped outside to hang the freshly washed clothes. Feeling a sense of accomplishment, she decided to walk outside for a little while. Suddenly, a shadow loomed over Isabela, casting a chill down her spine. She looked up, her eyes widening in fear, as she saw the stone hurtling towards her. Time seemed to stop as fear gripped her heart, paralyzing her in place. "Oh no! What is this?!" she cried. These were her last words. The stone collided with Isabela, its brute force shattering her fragile form. The stone stopped when it collided with a thick wall nearby. Isabela’s body was nowhere to be found. Word of the incident quickly spread, reaching Isabela's suitor, Diego, who rushed to the scene, his heart heavy with grief. Without a moment's hesitation, he threw himself into the chaos, determined to save the woman he loved. "Isabela! Hold on! I won't let you go!" Diego cried, his voice trembling with desperation. Armed with a chisel, Diego attempted to crush the stone. The stone remained firm, unwilling to release its captive. Only shallow scratches marred its surface. The echoes of his cries mingled with the crashing waves, a symphony of despair reverberating through the air. Tears streamed down Diego's face, mingling with the dust on his cheeks. The realization of his futile efforts weighed heavily upon him, a heavy burden of loss that could not be lifted. He wept for the love he could no longer protect, for the life that was extinguished before his eyes. 43

The stone with the marred surface marks Diego’s love for Isabela. Sooner, the unnamed village got a name: Pinait. This means “chiseled.” Hence, it was known as the place where the stone was chiselled. From that day forward, Diego, consumed by grief and a burning desire to preserve Isabela's memory, dedicated his life to the art of sculpting. With skilled hands and a heart filled with love, he chiseled away at blocks of stone, shaping and forming the exquisite likeness of Isabela. "You will live forever through my art, my beloved Isabela," Diego whispered, his voice barely audible. Each stroke of his chisel captured the essence of her spirit, immortalizing her in the form of a sculpture that stood as a lasting testament to their love. 44

The fisherman and his rod, Who would have thought? Would name the very place Where there’s plenty of fish. NAGSULO In the olden days, nestled amidst the landscape, there existed a small barrio called Nagsulo. As with many tales of the past, its name held a mysterious origin, leaving the curious residents intrigued. However, the elder folks in the community, the keepers of local lore, held a story that had been passed down through generations. They shared a captivating account that shed light on the enigmatic name of their beloved barrio, a story rooted in the era of Spanish colonization. According to their accounts, during the time of Spanish rule, a fisherman was halted by two guards as he peacefully paddled his boat along the barrio's serene shoreline. Curiosity sparked their inquiry, as they questioned the fisherman about his recent whereabouts. Responding in their native tongue, the fisherman uttered "Nanulo," pointing towards the direction he had come from. Perplexed by his response, the guards pressed further, seeking clarification: "Where have you been?" In his limited knowledge of their language, the fisherman could only respond with "Nagsulo," gesturing back towards his previous location. Sensing no ill intent, the guards bid him farewell, uttering the words that would etch themselves into the barrio's history: "Alright Nagsulo, we are leaving." And from that moment onward, the name Nagsulo became inseparable from the place it represented. The tale of Nagsulo's name, passed down through the generations, continues to captivate the hearts and minds of the community. It serves as a reminder of the rich historical connections woven into the fabric of the barrio's existence. As time passes, the story becomes intertwined with the collective identity of Nagsulo, a symbol of resilience and endurance. The name itself echoes through the ages, carrying the legacy of the fisherman's encounter with the guards during the Spanish era. Nagsulo stands as a testament to the power of stories and their ability to shape the narrative of a place, preserving its heritage and honoring the footsteps of those who came before. 45

What does the deep waters reflect, When the questions lead to answers defect? Can the man-made error Still rebuild the mirror? TUNA During the Spanish colonization of Rizal province, a fascinating legend emerged from the shores of Talin Island. It is said that many years ago, five Spanish soldiers set out on a fishing trip in Laguna Lake. As the morning sun illuminated the waters, they rowed their boat in search of a bountiful catch. After successfully filling their boat with fish, the soldiers decided to rest on the shores of Talim Island. As they landed, the local people noticed their arrival and eagerly approached to welcome them. Curiosity sparked in one of the soldiers, and he inquired about the name of their beloved land. Unfortunately, none of the locals understood the Spanish language spoken by the inquisitive soldiers. Perplexed, they mistakenly believed that the soldiers were asking about the name of the fish they had caught. In response, one of the natives pointed to the fish lying on the sandy shore and uttered the words "Tuna." Unaware of the true meaning behind the response, the soldiers interpreted it as the name of the place. They began referring to the area as "Tuna," unknowingly associating it with the fish they had caught. When the time came for the soldiers to depart, they bid farewell with the words "Adios Tuna." From that moment on, the locals adopted the name "Tuna" for their land, spreading its popularity to the surrounding areas of Laguna Lake. The miscommunication between the Spanish soldiers and the natives resulted in the birth of a name that would endure through generations, forever connecting the people and their beloved home. 46

The longing for peace led to a temporary unrest; Be at ease, This, too, shall cease. BALIBAGO "What an amazing place!" exclaimed a man, his heart brimming with joy, as he breathed in the fresh, majestic air of a land adorned with towering coconut trees and lush greenery. This place, though nameless at the time, drew the hardworking folks from Tuna's town, who came here to cultivate the land. It became a common practice for them to build temporary shelters, finding solace after a long day's work. As time went by, the magic of this place worked its charm, and many decided to create permanent homes, settling down in this beloved abode. After all, this is perfect for anyone who is seeking to establish a peaceful and serene home. However, as new people transferred into this enchanting place, it was inevitable for neighbors to encounter occasional misunderstandings. Among the residents, there was a diligent and hardworking housekeeper named Rosa. She had a warm heart and took great pride in maintaining her humble abode. Living next door to her was Mr. Rodriguez, a stern and meticulous man who had a reputation for being difficult to get along with. One sunny afternoon, while tending to her garden, Rosa accidentally trimmed a few branches of a tree that extended into her yard from Mr. Rodriguez's property. Unaware of this, she continued her chores until she heard an angry voice calling out from over the fence. "Rosa, what have you done? You've cut my tree without permission!" Mr. Rodriguez shouted, his face red with anger. Startled, Rosa turned to face her neighbor and replied, her voice filled with regret, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Rodriguez. I didn't realize those branches belonged to your tree. It was an honest mistake." Mr. Rodriguez crossed his arms, his stern expression softening slightly. "An honest mistake, you say? Well, it's not just about the branches. We've had enough of your negligence and carelessness around here!" Their heated exchange of words carried through the gentle breeze, reaching the ears of the hardworking farmers tilling the nearby fields. The commotion attracted the attention of Diego, a young man from the town of Tuna, who happened to be passing by. Curiosity piqued, he approached the two 47

neighbors and listened to their argument. One of them was heard shouting, “Bali bago-bago pa lamang tayo ay nagkakagalitan na tayo.” Sooner that day, when Diego got home, he told his village that he found a new place. When he was asked what the name of the place was, he said it’s “Baligbago.” Meanwhile, the quarreling neighbors reconciled. Mr. Rodriguez, his face now softened by a glimmer of understanding, took a deep breath. His eyes wandered to the horizon, where the enchanting island of Pulong Bunga stood, it was perfect for a picnic. In that moment, as Rosa stood beside him, their recent quarrel seemed minuscule in comparison to the immense beauty that surrounded them. They exchanged a meaningful glance, silently acknowledging the futility of their previous dispute. Their hearts opened to the possibilities of reconciliation and forgiveness, just as the sun cast its golden rays upon the island's shores, illuminating a path towards renewed harmony. And so, with a newfound determination to resolve their differences, Rosa and Mr. Rodriguez embarked on a journey of open communication and compromise. Their shared love for the place they called home became the foundation for building a stronger bond between them and their fellow residents. In the end, their quarrel became a stepping stone toward a deeper understanding and a stronger sense of community in the town which was then known as Balibago. 48

The answer rests where it all started: The journey to find the cure to the sickness. It is a mystery how the answer unfolds sometimes, Even in thenreal of dreams, it chimes. BULABURAN Bulaburan is a name given to the spring situated in the southern part of Cardona, near the barrios of Dalig and Cuhala. The said spring is known for its medical value especially to those with itches. The spring is a favorite to the people of the nearby villages during the hot season. Its water is good for washing clothes and good also to drink. Its name Bulaburan was obtained from a maid named Burani. Burani was a daughter of a couple who was living nearby this spring. The said maiden was the only offspring to the said couple so that all that she wished was attained without delay. One day the weather became very unusual. While Burani was sitting under a Balete tree there suddenly appeared a column of smoke from the peak of the mountain called Riwata, located just a few distances from where Burani was resting. At the same time she felt the earth trembling, beneath her feet. She was stricken with fear. She rushed home and told her parents all about this. Upon knowing this, the villagers went to the place where Burani saw clearly the mountain peak. Some said it was a worshiping volcano, some believed that it was fog covering the mountain top. This smoke showing lasted for a week, when suddenly the smoking Mount Riwata threw lava and stones and became an erupting volcano. After this tremendous circumstance, Burani visited the place where she usually rested her whole day in leisure. To her surprise, she saw instead of the big Balete a cave from which flows a clear spring. Suddenly she touched the flowing water and felt it was mildly hot. Days passed, and Burani as usual did her every day past time. One day she felt very ill. She went home and told her parents about her illness. Her father called "Ba Perong'' the well known quack, and consulted her daughter's condition. After diagnosing, the said "Arbulario" told her parents that the child was suffering from paralysis. Because medicine was very rare during those days it became quite impossible for the easy cure of the said sickness. There was nothing to do but to pray to God day and night for the early recovery of Burani. 49

One night while her mother was sleeping, a fine dream visited her. She dreamed that there was no cure for her sickness other than the water coming from the cave. The father went to the spring and got a pail of it. They bathed Burani with water from head to foot. They did this every day. After a week of continuous bathing they were surprised to see that Burani could easily move her feet. Days later, Burani could not only move her feet but also could walk fast. This mystery of the hot spring spread fast among the villagers and later to the nearby villages. When Burani died, the spring was named after her with a very slight change. Instead of Burani, it was "Bulaburan." 50