*Note this story is in Tagalog

Isang gabi, sa may puno ng anislag, sinimulan ng mga alitaptap ang gabi-gabi nilang ritwal. Sa kanilang pagkakaalala, iniilawan nila ang langit ng mga sayaw na papantay sa mga pinakamagagandang konstelasyon. At sino pa bang mamumuno sa kanila kundi ang kanilang hari? Sasayaw ang rehente ng mga alitaptap kasama ng kanyang mga pinamumunuan upang makabuo ng isang makapigil-hiningang pagpapakita ng kaningningan.

Habang naghahanda ang hari para sa sayaw, napansin niyang ang isa sa mga alitaptap ay hindi pa nakailaw. “Batang alitaptap,” ang sabi niya, “Bakit hindi ka pa nakailaw gaya ng iyong mga kapatid?”

“Panginoon ko, hindi ko po naiintindihan kung bakit natin ginagawa ito. Hindi ba’t matutunton tayo ng ating mga kalaban kapag pinakita natin ang ating mga liwanag? Nagbabala ang mga kuliglig na gagawin tayong malinamnam na meryenda ng mga palaka, gagamba, at mga ibon kapag pinakita natin ang ating mga sarili.”

“Bakit tayo magtatago kung ang ating mga ilaw ang pinakamagandang parte ng gabi? Dapat tayong magbigay ng liwanag sa madidilim na lugar. Bawat isa sa atin ay may kasiglahang hindi maitatanggi. Nararamdaman mo rin ito, hindi ba?”

“Nararamdaman ang alin, panginoon ko?”

“Ang pag-aasam na ilawan ang langit. Nasa puso iyon ng lahat ng mga alitaptap. Makikita tayo ng ating mga kalaban, iyan ay totoo, titingnan nila ang ating mga liwanag at hahangaring pagdilimin ang mga ito, pero iyon ay maliit na kabayaran upang mapakanta ang ating mga kaluluwa palabas ng kadiliman.”

Hindi pa rin maintindihan ng batang alitaptap ang nais sabihin ng hari, takot na takot siyang mamatay. Hindi niya matanggap sa kanyang puso ang mga salita ng kanyang hari at pinagdilim niya ang kanyang ilaw.

Noong gabing iyon, nagsayaw ang mga alitaptap ngunit may maliliit na aninong makikita mula sa malayo. Mukhang nakakahawa ang takot na nadama ng batang alitaptap. Maririnig ang bulong-bulungan mula sa mga alitaptap na pipiliin ang kaligtasan ng dilim kaysa ang pakikipagsapalaran sa liwanag.

Nagpatawag ng pagpupulong ang hari ng mga alitaptap para pag-usapan ang sitwasyon.

“Ang sinasabi lang po namin ay dapat maging maingat tayo sa gabi,” sabi ng batang alitaptap. “Ayaw po naming maging susunod na kakainin ng gagamba.”

“Bakit mo ginagawa ito, batang alitaptap?” tanong ng hari.

“Natatakot ako, panginoon. Ayokong makuha sa akin ang aking liwanag magpakailanman.”

“Pero hindi ba’t iyan ang ginagawa mo sa iyong sarili?”

“Pwede pa rin tayong magliwanag, pero sa mga ligtas na lugar lamang. Iyon dapat ang maging bago nating kautusan!” Ang buong-pagmamalaking sabi ng batang alitaptap.

“Alitaptap, kailangan nating magliwanag sa kadiliman, dahil ginawa tayo para roon. Bakit mo kailangang maghanap ng mga tanda para magliwanag, kung tayo naman ang mga bituin na kailangang maghanay?”

“Hindi ko pa rin naiintindihan, panginoon.”

At sa oras na iyon, napagtanto ng hari ng mga alitaptap ang kailangan niyang gawin.

Nagliwanag siya nang mas maliwanag pa sa buwan, at umali-aligid sa labas ng puno ng anislag. Sumigaw ang batang alitaptap, “Panginoon! Makikita nila kayo. Pakiusap, huwag kayong magliwanag pa!”

Ngunit walang saysay iyon, ang liwanag ng hari ay umabot sa kagiliran at sa paligid, ang mga paniki, gagamba, at maging ang mga panggabing ibon ay lumipad patungo sa nagniningning na liwanag.

Hindi mapaniwalaan ng batang alitaptap ang sunod na nangyari. Sa buong paligid, nagsayaw ang iba pang mga alitaptap kasama ang kanilang hari at nakabuo sila ng isang bagyo ng kaliwanagan. Nakatayo lang ang mga kalaban, nabighani sa tanawin at isa-isang sumali sa sayaw.

Ikinampay ng mga ibon at paniki ang kanilang mga pakpak, gumalaw ang mga palaka sa ritmo, at ang mga gagamba ay umikot samantalang binibigyang-liwanag ng mga alitaptap ang kadiliman.

At sa kaibuturan ng kanyang kaluluwa, sa wakas ay naintindihan na ng batang alitaptap.

Kapag ipinadala mo ang iyong dagitab, magiging parte ka ng isang mas dakilang layunin.

Hindi na siya naghintay pa ng sagot.

Nagliwanag siya.

At sumigaw ang kanyang kaluluwa sa mga anino, “Hindi ko hahayaang makuha ninyo ito sa akin!”

Maaalala magpakailanman ng kagubatan at ng lahat ng nilalang na tumuturing sa kagubatan na tahanan ang kwento ng batang alitaptap na takot sa kanyang sariling liwanag. Maging ang mga kalaban ay magbabalik-tanaw sa kalawakan ng liwanag sa harap ng puno ng anislag, habang nasasaisip na mayroong apoy sa loob nila na hindi nila maitatanggi.

Ngayon at magpakailanman.

 


One night by the anislag tree the fireflies began their nightly ritual. For as long as any of them could remember they would light up the sky with dances that rivaled the most beautiful of constellations. And who else would lead them but their king?
 
The regent of the fireflies would dance with his subjects creating a breathtaking display of luminescence.
 
As the King prepared for the dance he noticed that one of the fireflies was not lighted. “Young firefly,” he said, “Why do you not light up with your brethren?”
 
“My lord, I do not understand why we do this, won’t showing our light attract predators? I was warned by the crickets that frogs, spiders and birds would make us a tasty snack if we show ourselves.”
 
“Why should we hide when our light is the most beautiful part of the night? We must bring light to the dark places. Each of us has a spirit that cannot be denied. You feel it too don’t you?”
 
“Feel what my lord?”
 
“The need to light the sky. It is in the heart of all fireflies. Predators will see us, that much is true, they will look at our lights and seek to snuff them out, but that is a small price to pay to have our souls sing out in the darkness.”
 
The young firefly still couldn’t understand what his King was trying to say, he was much too afraid of dying. He could not take his King’s words to heart and dimmed his light.
 
That night the fireflies danced but small flecks of shadow could be seen from a distance. It seemed that the young firefly’s fear was contagious. Whispers could be heard from all around that fireflies would rather have the safety of darkness than the risk of the light.
 
The King of the fireflies called a meeting of his subjects to discuss the situation.
 
“All we are saying is that we should be careful in the night,” said the young firefly “We do not want to be a spider’s next meal.”
 
“Why do you do this, young firefly?” the King asked.
 
“I am scared my lord, I do not want my light to be taken forever.”
 
“But is that not what you are doing to yourself?”
 
“We can still light up, but only in safe places. That should be our new rule!” The young firefly said with confidence.
 
“Firefly, we must shine into the darkness, for that is what we were made for. Why must you look for signs to light up when we, ourselves, are the stars that must align?”
 
“I still don’t understand, my lord.”
 
And it was then that the King of the fireflies knew what he had to do.
 
He lit up, brighter that the moon and hovered outside the anislag tree. The young firefly cried out “My lord! They will see you, please do not light yourself up!”
 
It was no use of course, the King’s light touched the horizon and all around bats, spiders, even night birds flew towards the dazzling glow.
 
The young firefly couldn’t believe what happened next. All around the other fireflies danced with their King forming a hurricane of phosphorescence. The predators stood, enthralled by the spectacle and one by one joined in the dance.
 
The birds and bats flapped their wings, the frogs moved to the rhythm and the spiders twirled as the fireflies brought light to the darkness.
 
And deep within his soul, the young firefly finally understood.
If you send out your spark you will become a part of something greater.
 
He did not wait for a reply.
 
He shined.
 
And his soul cried out to the shadows, “I will not let you take this from me!”
 
The forest would forever remember the story of the young firefly who was afraid of his own light and all those that called the forest home, even the predators would think back to the galaxy of lights in front of the anislag tree, knowing in that moment that they had a fire inside themselves that they would not deny.
 
For now and forever.
 
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*Tagalog is an Austronesian language spoken as a first language by a quarter of the population of the Philippines and as a second language by the majority. Its standardized form, officially named Filipino, is the national language of the Philippines, and is one of two official languages alongside English.

Written by Karl Gaverza
Translation by Catherine Britania
Copyright © Karl Gaverza
Translation Copyright © Catherine Britania
 
Inspired by The King of the Fireflies description in Bikol Beliefs and Folkways: A Showcase of Tradition. Nasayao 2010.
 
The King of the Fireflies Illustration by Edrian Paolo T. Baydo
 
Color by Alexa Garde
Website: Lexa.us

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