imminent when a ray of sunlight was projected toward a small,
concave mirror, which in turn induced a reflected ray of light
that pointed to Piccolo's notebook; this was an indication that
it was past five before evening, the time at which he opt to
resume his research the following day and return home.
Piccolo gathered his
research papers and stuffed them inside his shoulder bag made out
of tiger's skin; the bag had cost him a fortune that it nearly
took him two years to save most of his earnings.
A biologist and head of Scientia
Comunica, which is an organization run by scientists of various
disciplines, Piccolo is among the gifted individuals who have
contributed much of their time to the City of Lazario as well as
revolutionized medicine and technology.
Outside from the
Romans, about 10,948 kilometers away, King Vesuvius founded the
City of Lazario, along with his family and wife, as a way to
escape tyranny and corruption instigated by a powerful family in
Rome. In hopes to solidify autonomy and develop City of Lazario
into an independent nation, King Vesuvius decided to grant
scholars adequate resources so they could better improve the
status quo and other social structures.
Citizens of the City
of Lazario lived a happy life without any outside influence from
the Romans-who knew nothing of their whereabouts or
existence-until the god of falsity and wickedness, Babo, decided
to carry corruption from the unstable Rom.
Other Gods and
Goddesses tried to tell Babo how selfish and destructive it was
to rule over another country occupied by people, but the
egotistical god refused to accept their claims and decided to act
upon his urge as a god. So afterwards Babo pinpointed the
location of City of Lazario in a fraction of a second, and cursed
the citizens to lie and never tell the truth, and whosoever
decides to tell the truth will be burnt to smithereens.
Babo did not,
however, control the people's will; he merely cursed them not to
tell the truth. Even though people did have the will to tell the
truth, they knew doing so would mean burning themselves to ashes.
So far over a hundred of people who despised the god and thought
it was all a bluff have been publicly burned until no flesh was
left of them.
The 49 year-old
Piccolo left his office where he works and set foot on the gravel
that leads to the street of the city. The man decided to wander
the city, thinking about his wife the whole time. Donatela, her
real name, died a couple of months ago due to Lymphoma. Piccolo
didn't know the actual cause of her death until after he did a
biopsy on her.
After having being
married for more than 15 years, Piccolo couldn't understand why
she became ill; she seemed healthy to him the entire time. He
couldn't find any reasonable explanation for such coming, so he
opted to move on with his life. Though every year of her birthday
he would visit her graveyard and deposit one Bermusa Buttercup,
her favorite flower.
Walking aimlessly on
the street, Piccolo thought about the only question that kept
bothering him after the death of Donatela: why would the gods and
goddesses stay put when his wife was on the brink of death
without him knowing? He had prayed for them, worshipped them as
superiors since he has lived in Rome as a child. But he became
reluctant to bow down for them, not because of letting Donatela
go but bringing corruption and lies among citizens of
A hatred that Piccolo
continues to bear against Babo continuously grows, but there's
nothing he could do with the hatred; how can he confront a god
with the hatred in him when he's merely human? The only thing he
is thankful is that his wife doesn't have to live in a society
controlled by a ruthless god, let alone abide by
A faint voice from
out of nowhere reached Piccolo's attention when the man surveyed
his surroundings, locating the voice. A few seconds later another
man, whom Piccolo was relieved to see, emerged into view. It was
his partner, Lunaris. Lunaris is a 54 year-old environmentalist,
who spend most of his years studying biology with Piccolo. Both
men were like brothers and never kept a secret from one another,
but with the rising of Babo everything they've done is nothing
"It is good to see
you, Piccolo, my brother," said Lunaris as he approached
"Same here. What have
you become lately?" asked Piccolo. The men knew already that
everything they are about to say is a lie-they got so used to it
that it became natural. Though they felt guilt for doing
"I've gone to the
fountain of youth," Lunaris lied.
"I believe you found
what you were looking for?"
"Yes," he lied again.
"I've collected a sample that would enable us to extract a
compound; this potent compound will be used intravenously to cure
sexual transmitted diseases."
Piccolo knew that
they didn't have the advanced techniques or equipment to extract
such a thing.
children?" asked Piccolo.
"Oh, them! They died
yesterday," Lunaris lied, even thought both men knew what a
horrible thing to say.
"How's your wife, is
she at home?" Lunaris pretended she was alive.
"She died of
lymphoma," replied Piccolo, though this immediately aroused both
men with fear, as they were well aware it was the truth. "I
mean…she's at the garden."
Both men stood still
in shock, waiting to witness the happening as one of then thought
it would be his last to see the other.
understand what brought him to speak the truth-this was the first
time to ever happen! The scientist felt his heart beating, blood
pressure reaching a peak higher than an average human; he was
utterly scared, unprepared to face death right before his
partner's eyes. The men said not a word for over two minutes, yet
As one's eyes met the
other's eyes, both lingered like statues, hearing the footsteps
of passersby. It was past five minutes, yet nothing
Piccolo wanted to
speak the truth about his wife even though Lunaris knew about her
death. Maybe his subconscious broke the curse and let himself act
upon his will? Piccolo couldn't think of anything but waiting
what is about to happen to him.
"How are you feeling,
brother?" Lunaris continued.
Piccolo didn't want to tell the
truth; he believed it would worsen the pain when getting burned.
"I'm feeling absolutely well and calmed."
"My apology for being
careless, but what was your wife's name again?" Lunaris pretended
even if he knew her name.
"Her name was
Donatela, and she died of lymphoma," again Piccolo said the
truth. This confused Lunaris, as Piccolo was trying to fathom the
situation. The men stood on the same spot for a while, in
silence, yet nothing happened.
"How come you not
facing punishment?" Lunaris threw the question.
"I don't know. Maybe
the god of sin and wickedness broke the curse?"
"If he had done so,
we would've known by now. But my senses are telling the gods and
goddesses have finally end Babo."
"That is very
unlikely," protested Piccolo. "I believe another god or goddess
must've stepped in to guide us to the right path."
The men thought about
it for a while, though they knew they must report this to their
king. From there they decided to go to the king's palace.
King Vesuvius was the
only person in the City of Lazario to be free from the curse;
Babo decided to free him from the tyrant's curse, only because as
a king Babo wanted him to witness the corruption of a society he
had hoped to survive without Roman's influence or the
Once at the palace,
both men were ushered by two guards to king's office. Inside the
office, King Vesuvius, sitting in his chair while reviewing the
constitutional rights of his people, raised an eye brown.
"Ah, Piccolo and
Lunaris, you no need to bow down before me but the gods," the
king said. "Tell me, what is it that brings you here?"
"My king," said
Piccolo, "today I have spoken the truth, twice, in response to
Lunaris' inquiries, yet I have not felt a slight of flame
decimating my flesh. Why is that?"
King Vesuvius became
astounded by the news, which had him sitting up from his leisure
"This is outstanding
news!" the king's voice echoed the office. "It has appeared that
we are no longer under the curse of Babo. I knew this day would
come!" The king said, following a laugh. This perplexed Piccolo
and the rest inside the office.
"How can you be
certain of this?" questioned Piccolo.
"Oh, yeah! I'm
absolutely certain! The Goddess of truth has finally saved us
from wickedness. We no longer have to fear and lie for
"What is this new
goddess?" asked Lunaris.
The king rose from his chair,
took a deep breath, and announced to his men.
"My fellow men, from
this moment forward, let it be known that Veritas, the goddess of
truth, will guide us from corruption. Live free as she has
bestowed on you free will, and speak the truth as you won't carry
the favor of Babo."
With that being said,
Piccolo left the palace, looked at the dark sky as it was late
evening, and let out two words that he had hoped to say one day
in relief, "At last!"