Alpha's Miracle

Legaxy Time flies so fast, and before I knew it, it was already dark. Finally, time to go home. I packed my stuff, got to say my usual goodbye to boss, then changed to my casual outfit and once I dropped the uniform at the uniform shoots going down the laundry room, I exited the hotel. Since it was a long-distance between my home and hotel — I see not a lot of cars or taxis around either and thanks to my overprotective parents, I never learned to drive — I texted my Dad for a ride home. I waited for a reply but then realized, he works a lot at the Hue Kingdom. Considering the fact that the Vampire King stays as a hidden identity and never leaves his chamber, unless necessary, my Dad fills in most of 'his' work. That means, my poor father has to handle a full-time paperwork duty and has to accept — without thinking twice — endless overtime.  So, to be clear and in short, I don't know if Papa could spare me that extra time.

Legaxy Aside from the fact that I'm a human, who's been living on Mallow Key island full of supernatural and mythical beasts, I'm also the breadwinner of the Dyme family. Not to brag, but I have two jobs to keep me busy... One is by day — wherein I work as a humble Personal Secretary at the Mallow hotel. And the second one is done by night — wherein I perform as your typical solo singer. Yes, a SINGER. Though, I'm not the professional type of vocalist you guys know that has concerts and does international tours, or the popular one that the media kept on talking about. Rather, I'm a local artist, and surprising as it can be, I wanted to keep it that way. Not that I don't want to be popular or be recognized outside the island, but I just want this side of me to stay humble and free. That means, NO contracts, NO albums, NO music labels — just pure me singing my soul out for the local people. Besides, this 'singing

Legaxy Friday was nearly coming to an end, and I'm still struggling on finishing the rest of my paperwork which, by the way, was piled up — two stacks to be exact — on my table. I've already done so much of it for half of the day. But, whatever I do to lessen up the clump, it keeps on adding up. I don't know if this is caused by some kind of magic tricks from my wicked 'friends', who submit late reports, or just colleagues taking advantage of my preoccupied state — THANKS TO SETH. But one thing's for sure, I am so behind already... And being behind like this, which never happened to me before — if I may add, will earn me a tough session with Ms. Dawn since she, like every boss there is, loathes lethargic people. Most especially, those who procrastinate. I'm sure I'm not one of those people — honestly speaking... I'm just that typical employee who gets a bit 'distracted', but surely enough knows how to bounce back once r

Legaxy Saturday.I know I should have listened to my subconscious mind when she told me to stay in bed…Get ourselves to rest a little longer, letting the cold weather engulfed us in a comforting hug, and allowing our skin to appreciate the soft sheets — both coming from the Queen size mattress and green plush pillows — a little better.Not to mention, I am off today. So it should be enough reason to pin me down to bed and go back to that peaceful slumber some more.Yet, I didn't.Instead, and for some anonymous energy, I slowly got up from the comfort and tranquility of my bed — just around 6:30 am, and began stretching my stiff limbs. Then, just like a shot of lightning bolt, the overwhelming feeling of anxiety kicked in.And that's when I remembered Seth's promise, which happens to be due today...Obviously, my initial emotion for that

LegaxyWhy do I feel like Mum, after seeing her surprised look a second ago, doesn't like me being single?Is being single that bad?“Hold on, hold on” — Mum reached for my hands and squeeze it, lightly this time — “you can't be serious, right? I mean, you particularly don't have someone special with you right now?” She asked, sounding a bit… bothered?Woah. So it is bad? I shook my head — almost flustered, in a NO. “Not even a suitor?” She looked, suspiciously, upset by this now. Odd, but the tone of her voice was making me pretty gloomy...Like, Seriously Mum?What's wrong with being single and having no suitors, anyway?I lived this long with no boys by my side — except for my brothers and Dad. I'm happy on my own, and that's what I believe to be the most important.Right?“Ma, the only suitors I have ever since I know what that word meant, tried to either break me or kill me.” I fina