The Angry Man

Long, long ago there was a man so angry, everything was destroyed in his path. His footsteps would cause earthquakes, his screams resounded with fierce booms that no one could hear thunder. His body was hot with hate and flesh seemed to melt off his skin.

Even though he was small, all people feared him. His own parents were burned alive standing next to him. He destroyed all that Bathala created because he was so filled with rage.

A small boy ran to his village ands told the elders that this angry man was headed toward the village. The elders feared for their lives. They knew once the man set foot in the village, all that stands there will turn into ash.

A daughter of one of the elders told them that she would handle the angry man and stop him. She was tired of hearing stories of people flee just because he was simply walking with hatred. Her father forbade her to do this, but she did it anyway. The daughter told her father that it would be better for him to take care of the villagers and not worry about her own life. The father still forbade her but the other elders decided that they had no choice. They dragged him away from the village so that his daughter can deal with the angry man.

Soon, the angry man walked into the village, and just like the rumors, things that were standing were consumed by his hatred. The daughter of the elder stood at the other side of the village, watching everything go up in flames.

The man stopped and looked intently at the elder’s daughter. "Get out of the way," he said.

"No," she replied. "This is my village and you can’t have it." The angry man walked closer and the elder’s daughter felt the scorching heat of his hatred.

"Get out of the way," he said.

"No," she replied. "This is my home and you can’t have it." The angry walked closer and her skin was turning to the color of a roast pig.

"Get out of the way," he said.

"No," she replied. "This is my world and you can’t have it." The angry man was ten paces in front of her and soon, her body burst into flames.

"Bathala! Help me!" she cried. "I cannot appease him! Stop him or he will destroy the whole world!"

Bathala looked down at the one who cried out the prayer, granted her wish, and cast them both into the sky. The angry man was never appeased and he became the angry sun in the sky. The elder’s daughter’s body had been so corrupted by flame that only her head survived. Bathala put her head in the sky so that it would cool off. Her head became the moon.

Sometimes in the sky, the moon is able to block the angry sun from the world, but her head gets so hot, she runs away.