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The Lost Diary of Rizal

The Lost Diary of Rizal

Scy Sze

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The Lost Diary of Rizal by Scy Sze She is no one special. He is destined to be great. They are bounded by love, Played by time, And fated to separate... But will they walk their fate? Valentina had always hated her name, likewise, her sentiment for her college subject, The Life and Works of Rizal. She considers herself an insignificant waste to the world and always apologized for mistakes that are not her own. She lives her life only following what her parents had set for her, and being overshadowed by her siblings. Until the day she met Leon and found the Lost Diary of Rizal. Leon. A mysterious young gentleman, who isolates himself from the world, lived and breathed in the world of books. He was never interested in anything unliterary until he met Valentina and discovered a book that will change his life forever. -------------------------------------------------------- This novel is a work of fiction., Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination, or are fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. Whereas, some parts are based on actual facts and are drawn from the extensive research of the author.

Chapter 1 Prologue

Adios, padres y hermanos, trozos del alma mía, Amigos de la infancia en el perdido hogar, Dad gracias que descanso del fatigoso día; Adios, dulce extrangera, mi amiga, mi alegria, Adios, queridos séres morir es descansar ************************************************ Farewell, parents, brothers, beloved of my soul, Childhood friends in the home, Give thanks hat I rest from the wearisome day Farewell, sweet stranger, my friend, who brightened my way; Farewell to all I love, to die is to rest ************************************************

December 30 5:00 - 6:16 A.M. There were rays of yellow and orange clawing away at the grey mist of the early hours. The air was thin and cold. Every time he inhaled, the frozen air slashed through his lungs. He was weary but prepared, terrified but calm, yearning to shout but he kept silent as he washed his face on the hard water stained little sink in the corner of his room. The icy water stung and felt like it ran through his veins instead of his skin. He felt weak but heartily ate the meal he was endowed with. The coffee tasted bitter than usual and he felt as if the bread could be chewed up indefinitely. He forced himself to swallow and the coarse lump raked down his throat. Time was running out. He knew it. In any likelihood, if heaven would permit, he still had a collection of things he needs to do. He smiled at his reflection in the broken stained mirror and parted his hair like he always did, to one side. He had walked the earth for 35 years now. He was able to achieve gigantean accomplishments that no other man could ever step up to. At the age of 16, he obtained his Bachelor of Arts degree with an average of excellent from Ateneo Municipal de Manila. In the same year, he enrolled in Philosophy of Letters at the University of Santo Tomas, while at the same time took courses leading to the degree of surveyor and expert assesor at the Ateneo de Municipal. He passed the surveyor's examination at the age of seventeen, but was not granted license to practice the profession until he reached twenty. He enrolled in Medicine at the University of Santo Tomas. At twenty one, he sailed to Spain to continue his studies at the Universidad Central de Madrid. At twenty three, he was conferred the degree Licentiate in Medicine and on his 24th years of age he finished his course in Philosophy and Letters with a grade of excellent. He travele in Europe, America and Asia, and was able to master 22 languages, which includes Arabic, Catalan, Chinese, English, French, German, Greek, Hebrew, Italian, Japanese, Latin, Malayan, Portuguese, Russian, Sanskrit, Spanish, Tagalog, and other native dialects. He is a versatile genius, taking various professions. He is an architect, artist, businessman, cartoonist, educator, economist, ethnologist, scientific farmer, historian, inventor, journalist, linguist, musician, mythologist, nationalist, naturalist, novelist, ophthalmic surgeon, poet, propagandist, psychologist, scientist, sculptor, sociologist and theologian. He is an expert swordsman. He wrote two novels that would bring liberation and pride for his country and people. But at the present time, he is walking along a stone path. Two men conversed with him. He keeps looking around as if seeking or expecting to see someone. His last word, said in a loud voice: "Consummatum est!"

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