Heed these words, apprentice. I am Emilio Alarcon, and you only think that you know me.

I know how history works once a battle is done and a victor proclaimed. If I succeed in this last task, there will be those who would lift me higher than Lapu-lapu, or Rizal, higher than Christ Himself.

If I fail, well…it won’t matter how history remembers me. But if I succeed I will not allow monuments to be built in my honor. I will not allow a day to bear my name.

I will not be called a hero. Not ever again. Continue reading →