Apocalypse. Armageddon. Ragnarok.

Disturb not the harmony of fire, ice and lightning
lest these titans reap destruction upon the world in which they clash.
Though the water's great guardian shall rise to quell the fighting,
alone, its song will fail, thus the Earth shall turn to ash.

O, Chosen One, into thy hands, bring together all three.
Their powers combined, tame the beast of the sea.

--prophecy, Pokèmon 2000

One night, a sorcerer dreamt of an impending doom. He found himself in the middle of a modern city, surrounded by towering edifices. He stood near a corner of one particular building when he heard a crash from the other side. Warily, he looked around the corner to investigate. He saw a green Saurian (a giant mythical iguana-like dragon) smashing its tail against the bases of structures and ocassionally biting the panicked metropolitan populace.

A screech from high above distracted him as he saw a great gray bird flying over and amidst the towers. Seemingly intent on duplicating the destruction below, the bird grazed the upper floors and clawed at the walls of the tall structures. With fear pulsing within his chest, the sorcerer recognized the flying animal as one of the strange creatures he had conjured in the past.

He whirled around when he felt a strange presence behind him. To his awe, he found shadows of tendrils whipping back and forth across the walls and the streets, gradually consuming all surfaces. For reasons unknown, he had ascertained it as the manifestation of a virus although he is quite unsure whether it be digital or biological. However, within the dark shadows, amidst the spellbound people in a trance-like state, he could barely discern the outline of a grinning red skull.

The terror was too much as he made haste to his abode. He floated away from the city into the nearby woods. When he was certain that no prying eyes could see him, he cast a spell and almost immediately felt his body fade away into nothingness. A blink later, he materialized in his home in the suburbs. He wasted no time in getting ready, either to fight or, most probably, to die in the process. He drew all curtains close, stocked up on supplies and locked every door and window.

He had completely lost all contact with the outside world as both the television and the radio gave out nothing but static. It was the same with the telephone. Power began to become erratic as the lights flickered on and off. It was quite silent outside but he felt the pervading presence of an unseen yet dangerous entity. Postmen, pizza delivery boys and neighbors would ring at the doorbell every now and then but he kept the door sealed and the curtains drawn.

Amidst the anticipation of an impending doom, he awoke. He took a deep breath as much of his dreams fled from his pillow. Thus, he began the day with his usual routine, curiously noting that the seventh month has begun.

Salamangkero

In a land of grieving past
where torment does forever last,
there a young one's destiny
shall grant him immortality,
each and every passing year
no less than a poisoned spear.

If you are not human but sorcerer born, you should be able to use your power to influence the world to work for you. If you are a sorcerer born on the day the sun reigned longest, as Gemini gave way to Cancer, and the year the Fire Tiger ruled the Zodiac, you should be endowed with power as intense as fire and as eternal as the sun. Simply put, anyone in my place should have been able to use the gifts of both demonic and divine origins to manipulate other mortals the way I please.

Too bad, the system was flawed, thus, here I am, pouring my energies into a blog post instead of weather-witching or summoning supernatural entities. It is quite a shame that the world often runs out of my control, especially on important days.

When it is your birthday, sorcerer or not, you should experience one of the best days of your life. For instance, when the phone rings, you're not supposed to hear the voice of your ex-girlfriend on the other side of the line. She is not supposed to greet you a sour Happy Birthday soaked with sarcasm. She is not supposed to ask whether you still visit your high school. You know it, the one that really tormented you. She is not supposed to ask whether you still kept in touch with your friends, who happen to be people she lambasted even as she was talking to you. She is not supposed to ask whether you still kept in touch with other people who made your high school life an excursion to katagelophobia and back.

On what should be a good day, you're not supposed to receive a call from a bitch you barely remember as your ex. She should not ask about your yearbook. Most of all, she better not insult the yearbook staff, especially when you happen to be one of them, making you a convenient scapegoat for her.

What's her problem anyway? Most of the people I've been talking to gave positive feedback about the yearbook. Does she really expect that we would craft the dumb book just to suit her taste? It is kinda disappointing to find out that some people still don't mature intellectually. It kinda relieving, though, knowing that you have already ended your relationship with such people.

On a day of celebration, when you invite your guests, they should not be late. As a happy person, you are not supposed to pace restlessly, look at your watch, mutter, curse and pace once again. Furthermore, even if they were late, you would not expect them to be, say, more than an hour late. One of your guests is not supposed to drop off the face of the earth, making you worry and search anxiously for him.

When you watch a movie with your crush, you're not supposed to spill rootbeer on your carefully chosen white shirt. When the two of you play a network game, you're not supposed to be lame even though you're a newbie. When you recieve a gift, you are not supposed to lose it, especially not in front of the giver, more so when you have a crush on the giver.

When you're supposed to be having fun, things should not go wrong, especially for a sorcerer like you.