Sanduguan
Antonio took a blade and it reflected the sunlight in all directions. His green eyes were Cheshire and yet there was joy in them. A woman, dressed in her traditional clothes and stared at the blade. “W-what are you doing?” She said with worry. “Antonio,” She continued. “Stop, you might hurt yourself.”
The Spanish laughed, “Well,” He simply said. “I can compare your people to a strict father when his daughter is being wooed by a lover.” There have been disputes between them: clashing of beliefs were the main cause. “As much as possible, he’s trying to protect his baby girl from the world.” The dark haired woman’s locks swayed with the southern breeze. “You better put that blade away Antonio.” She said. She kept her hands clutched near her breast and her lips were quivering. Her people and his people were negotiating terms. Miguel Lopez de Legaspi, Antonio’s comrade said to her datu that they weren’t going to be hostile like ones before…they just wanted a trade port in Asia.
“Don’t worry,” Antonio said. “I’ll be fine, Maria. We’ll just imitate what our people did. And besides, this was your idea. Well, half of it.”
Maria, no, Mutia was taken aback at first. “But-“ She said, but he hushed her from continuing to speak. She blushed as she stared at his green pools. He was happy, that she finally accepted his proposal to her. After so many hostilities, this was a very heaven-sent day.
“Ready?”
“I-I guess.”
He carefully cut his wrist and hers. They let their blood drop into cups filled with wine and exchanged goblets to one another. They raised their cups to the gods-or God-to be their witness of this compact that is unbreakable. He smiled while she blushed and they drank to the very last drop.
Spain and the Philippines just stayed quiet for a moment. “I just want to add my own flair to this…blood compact.” He said. “From what I recall,” Antonio mused, “You said that this ceremony is a form of bond…correct?”
She bobbed her head in agreement. His fingers wrapped around hers, letting the incisions of their skins touch. His blood is now mixed with hers; and hers with his. “The ceremony is over, Antonio.” Mutia said. “W-what are you doing?”
“I dunno, either.” He replied. “I guess it was a spur of the moment.” He laughed. Mutia laughed as well and she felt Antonio’s hand wrapped tighter.
“One blood.” He whispered.
“One blood.” She said in a hush whisper as well.
The Spanish leaned forward and gently advanced, yet-he was still shy about it, and captured her lips in a kiss. For so long, he had waited for this moment. Sure, there was still the possibility that hell will break loose; but, at this moment, this time-- things should pause for the sake of their peace.
Notes:
Mutia means fairy in old Tagalog
Mutia's named changed because of the baptism of most natives to Catholicism. Their names were changed from their tribal names to something Christian-like.
Datu is a term for chieftain/tribal leader in pre-colonial Philippines.
This was inspired from an event in Philippine history called the Sanduguan
At this time, the Spanish colonization of the Philippines began. So, I randomly thought of this was officially Spain's marriage to the Philippines.