The family gathered in the mansion’s grand Majlis, a spacious room adorned with plush seating and intricate patterns reminiscent of Cebu’s rich cultural heritage. The room’s walls were lined with wooden carvings depicting scenes from Cebu’s history, and the warm glow of chandeliers bathed the space in a golden hue. The General sat at the head of the room, his posture commanding but relaxed. His deep-set eyes scanned the room, exuding both authority and warmth.
Lucia and Manuel sat nearby, their expressions warm yet purposeful as they prepared to address Arden. Leigh lounged casually on a nearby sofa, her smartphone in hand, but her attention was fixed on the discussion. A gentle breeze flowed in through the open windows, carrying the faint aroma of gardenias from the courtyard.
“Arden,” the General began, his deep voice resonating in the room, “we’ve taken the liberty of preparing something important for you.” His tone carried a mix of seriousness and pride, drawing everyone’s attention.
Manuel leaned forward, a small envelope in his hand. The envelope was thick, its edges embossed with gold detailing. He slid it across the polished wooden table to Arden, who hesitated before picking it up. “That,” Manuel explained, “is your new identity. From this point on, you’re not just Arden. You’ll be known as Arden San Agustin.”
Arden’s fingers trembled slightly as he opened the envelope. Inside was an identification card, the name “Arden San Agustin” printed in bold, accompanied by a photograph and several official-looking stamps. The card felt heavy in his hands, a tangible representation of a new chapter in his life. “San Agustin?” he repeated, the name unfamiliar yet intriguing.
Lucia smiled gently, her eyes soft with maternal warmth. “It’s a name tied to Cebu’s history. San Agustin was a place of resilience and faith, much like you, Arden. We thought it fitting, and it will help you blend in better. With this, you’ll have an official identity and be part of something greater.”
The General nodded, his gaze steady. “You’re part of this family now, in spirit if not by blood. That name represents the trust we’ve placed in you and the responsibility you’ll carry. You’ve proven yourself to be someone we can rely on.”
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Arden looked up, his expression a mix of gratitude and uncertainty. “Thank you,” he said quietly, the weight of the moment settling over him. “I’ll do my best to honor it.”
Manuel’s tone lightened, his smile widening. “We know you will. But for now, let’s focus on tomorrow. It’s a special occasion here in Cebu—the Sinulog Festival.”
Leigh’s eyes lit up, and she finally put her phone down on the glass coffee table. “You’re going to love it, Arden. It’s the biggest celebration of the year,” she said, her excitement infectious.
“Sinulog?” Arden asked, his curiosity piqued. The unfamiliar word rolled off his tongue awkwardly.
Lucia leaned forward, her voice taking on a reverent tone. “Sinulog is a celebration of faith and history, honoring Santo Niño, the child Jesus. It’s a time when the city comes alive with vibrant colors, music, and dance. The streets will be filled with processions and performances, each one more captivating than the last.” Her hands gestured animatedly, painting a vivid picture of the festivities.
The General added, “It’s not just a festival. It’s a reflection of Cebu’s spirit—resilience, devotion, and unity. You’ll see why it’s so important to us.” His voice carried a deep pride, his words resonating with the weight of tradition.
Leigh grinned, nudging Arden playfully. “And it’s your chance to see how Cebuanos really celebrate. Just be ready for the crowds. It gets a little crazy.”
Arden couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. “It sounds amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Manuel clapped his hands together, the sound echoing slightly in the grand room. “Then it’s settled. We’ll head out early tomorrow. Leigh, make sure Arden doesn’t wander off.”
Leigh rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep him in check.”
The conversation gradually shifted to lighter topics, the family sharing stories about past Sinulog celebrations. Lucia recounted a humorous tale of getting caught in a sudden rainstorm during a parade, while Manuel shared anecdotes about the intricate floats and costumes. Leigh described the street food, her eyes lighting up as she listed local delicacies Arden had to try.
As the evening wore on, the room filled with laughter and warmth. For Arden, the weight of his new identity began to feel lighter, buoyed by the support of the family around him. For the first time in a long while, he felt like he truly belonged.
When the meeting concluded, the General placed a firm hand on Arden’s shoulder. “Rest well tonight, boy. Tomorrow will be a day to remember.”
Arden nodded, his heart swelling with gratitude and anticipation. As he retired to his room, the envelope containing his new identity felt like more than just a document—it was a key to a new beginning.