Chapter 30
I took my flute-bow from my back and positioned myself. An arrow of light started to form as I drew the string back to create a momentum. Nanatiling nakatayo si Pope Mateo na kampante at nakangiti na tila hinihintay ang aking pagpana.
Bumilis ang pintig ng aking puso, hindi ko alam kung bakit. Tila may nagsasabi sa aking loob na may masamang mangyayari, ngunit hindi ko mawari. This was too easy... And it was unusually making me feel wary.
“What are your last words, Pope Mateo?”
“I should ask you that, Zendaya.” He laughed. “What are your last words?” He said, while he did that, he kissed the crucifix-pendant that hanged around his neck. “What are your last words?” He mocked.
Without further a due, I released my arrow of light and I watched it trace its path towards him. Wh
