LOGINAfter her duty as a Preschool Teacher at ST. Mary's Academy, Maria then went to her apartment already. She's now living alone. It will be her first time away from her parents who used to serve her everything. Even if they have a simple life, her parents let her grow up with everything they can give to their one and only daughter. She grew up a kind and God-fearing person. She is a very obedient daughter to her parents.
Living alone somewhat made her sad as she was separated from her parents now though she finds it challenging and full of excitement as well. She will learn how to cook for herself, how to wake up early all by herself, and how to make things she hadn't done alone before. She wanted to develop herself to be more sociable as it will be needed in her work as a preschool teacher. She also wants to explore making herself improve and be more confident. She is also dreaming of meeting someone, her soulmate perhaps when she is not under her parents' roof now.
She's already 20 years old and she hadn't experienced any boyfriends yet. They are some who would like to pursue her before, but with her father around who always sent and fetch her to her school, no one attempted to pursue her anymore. Her mother also let her grow as a conservative one. She was almost dressed up like an old fashion woman who wore long sleeves, a turtle neck shirt, and long skirts making her look like a nerd to her friends and other people.
"Hmmmn, this is life," she said upon entering the doorstep of her apartment. She put her things on top of her computer table near her living room. It was just a studio-type apartment with one bedroom, bathroom, dining room with a kitchen already, and a small living room. It is enough for her as a single person living alone in this apartment. Her kind landlady is also living just next door to her apartment. She was her mother's friend who treated her like a daughter as well.
Knock! Knock!
Suddenly, there someone's knocking on her door. She checked who's it and it was her landlady.
"Come in Auntie Benny," she invited her inside.
"No need Maria. I would like to give you this bowl of Porridge. I cooked it a while ago. Here, eat this while it's still hot. You can have it as your dinner," she gave the bowl to her and leave."
"Thank you, Auntie Benny," she politely said to her.
"Welcome. You're such a daughter to me already. I'll go ahead."
Maria closed the door already and brought the bowl of porridge to her dining table. "Well, this is enough as my dinner already. Yey. I won't cook anymore tonight," she said while starting to taste the hot porridge made by Auntie Benny. "Hmmm, it tastes so good. Yummy."
After eating the porridge, she wash the dishes and went to her bedroom to change her clothes.
She will check her netbook later and update her lesson plan. Every night she is updating her Lesson plan for the following day. She is so happy while making some audiovisual presentations as part of her discussion tomorrow for her students.
Maria knew how to make a great creative presentation deck, an audiovisual presentation, and an animated deck. She loves to do it and how her students reacted to her creativity of it. She wanted to capture the heart and soul of her students making them love to study more.
After doing her work stuff. She is now browsing her Android phone her favorite Ebooks, as she is fond of reading romantic novels before she goes to her bed. It is part of her daily routine already.
Reading romantic stories is one of her getaways to dream and had an illusion of a perfect boyfriend to be her forever in the future. She hadn't had any boyfriends before as her father used to send and fetch her to school before, Her mother even let her look like a nerd as she is obliged to wear old-fashioned wardrobes, like long sleeves top with a turtle neck and a long skirt. This made her friends bully her as she almost looked like a nerd already. She is even wearing thick eyeglasses which hide her inner beauty. Her friends wanted to unleash her beauty but she is not allowed as her parents will get mad at her. And besides even though, some of her classmates wanted to pursue her at that time, her parents were always on her side. She can even join her friends in attending parties or having a sleepover for their projects before.
Her parents made her grow into a conservative and naive one. But deep inside her, she had a little naughtiness she used to keep away.
Her friends used to tell her that a psychic predicted that the end of the world is coming so near, and they will take the virgin ones as their offerings to survive. She is quite annoyed every time they were talking about it. She is out of place then. She might be inexperienced with it but eventually, she is not that naive about it. She knew about it and how it happens. She used to read this part from the intimate parts of the novels she is reading under the Ebooks. It made her dream of a man to whom she will give her virginity as her gift. She doesn't want to listen to her friends give it away to random men to experience it. The right man will soon come in, and she can feel it. Soon.
She won't let the world end without meeting her forever.
If only her mother can read what was on her mind, she might be pinched by her groin so hard.
Perhaps her too much passion for reading romantic novels makes her curiosity awakened. She won't wait for her to become 21 years old already without meeting her forever yet. By hook or by crook she will look for him already. She won't wait for the end of the world then without experiencing having a boyfriend anymore.
He will count for her dream man already and she can only do this by being away from her parents which is also one of the reasons why she decided to live alone in an apartment.
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After reading her favorite novel from Ebooks, she set her alarm and climb to her bed before she closed her eyes. She wished to dream of the male protagonist of the story she read. A handsome, gorgeous man who can be her shield and protector. She smiled at this thought.
The Coalition of Flames had been born in triumph, but coalitions are tested not in moments of celebration, but in storms. The Phoenix Pact had spread across continents, igniting voices in Jakarta, Nairobi, Toronto, São Paulo, and Geneva. Each flame burned differently, but together they glowed with promise. Yet promise attracts pressure. And fire attracts wind.The first signs of crisis came from Manila itself. A coalition partner from Europe published a story in the Archive of Fire—an essay about migration, displacement, and systemic neglect. It was powerful, raw, and unflinching. But it is named institutions. It named governments. It is named failures. Within days, the essay was picked up by international media. Headlines blared. Politicians bristled. Critics accused the coalition of “globalizing dissent.” Supporters praised it as “truth without borders.” The firestorm began.Maria sat in the vineyard library, her journal open, her pen hovering. She had always believed in the power o
The vineyard had always been the heart of the Del Fuego legacy, but now its fire was reaching farther than Maria or Celeste had ever imagined. What began as a pact in Mindoro had become a movement across the Philippines, then a flame across continents. Yet the fire was not uniform. It burned differently in Jakarta, in Nairobi, in Toronto, in São Paulo. It danced in crosswinds, shaped by culture, history, and context. And now, it was time to gather those flames into something larger—something that could endure.Celeste was the first to propose it. She stood in the library of the estate, her notes spread across the table, her voice steady. “We need a coalition,” she said. “Not just partnerships. Not just alliances. A coalition of flames.”Maria looked up from her journal, her eyes weary but alive. “A coalition?”Celeste nodded. “A network of movements. Each with its own fire. Each with its own truth. But united under the Phoenix Pact.”Leah sat nearby, her notebook open, her pen poised.
The Phoenix Pact had crossed oceans, but fire does not burn the same way everywhere. What had begun as a movement rooted in the soil of the Philippines now flickered in languages Maria could not speak, in traditions Celeste could not fully understand, in contexts Leah had never imagined. The flame was alive, but the winds were shifting. And with new winds came crosscurrents—clashes, misunderstandings, complications.The first clash came in Jakarta. The foundation had partnered with a local school to host workshops, but the facilitators quickly discovered that the concept of “truth-telling” carried a different weight. Some students were eager to write about their families, their struggles, and their dreams. Others hesitated, fearing dishonor, fearing shame. A teacher pulled Celeste aside, his voice firm.“You must understand,” he said. “Here, family is sacred. To speak against it is dangerous.”Celeste listened, her mind racing. She had built the Phoenix Pact on transparency, on courag
The vineyard had always been the heart of the Del Fuego legacy, but now its flame was reaching farther than Maria or Celeste had ever imagined. Letters arrived daily from across the seas—requests from educators in Indonesia, activists in Kenya, poets in Brazil, librarians in Canada. They had heard of the Phoenix Pact, of the Archive of Fire, of Leah Santiago’s books. They wanted to join. They wanted to learn. They wanted to rise.Maria sat at her desk, reading a letter from a women’s collective in Nairobi. They had started a storytelling circle inspired by Leah’s Classroom Without Walls. They called it Voices of the River. They wanted to partner with the foundation to share stories across continents. Maria felt her chest tighten with awe. The fire was spreading.Celeste entered, carrying a stack of proposals. “We’ve been invited to Geneva,” she said. “A global summit on education and empowerment. They want us to present the Phoenix Pact.”Maria blinked. “Geneva?”Celeste nodded. “It’s
The vineyard was quiet again, but the silence was not the same. It was not the silence of fear, nor the silence of fracture. It was the silence of waiting—like soil before rain, like embers before flame. Maria sat beneath the fig tree, her journal open, her pen hovering. She had written so many words these past months—words of defense, words of apology, words of resilience. But now, she wanted to write something else. Something new.Celeste joined her, carrying a folder thick with proposals. She set it down gently, as if it were fragile. “We need to rebuild,” she said. “Not just patch the cracks. Not just survive. We need to rise.”Maria looked at her. “Rise from what?”Celeste’s eyes were steady. “From fire. From fracture. From everything we’ve lost.”Maria closed her journal. “Then we need a pact.”Celeste tilted her head. “A pact?”Maria nodded. “Something that binds us. Something that reminds us why we began.”They called it The Phoenix Pact.It was not a program, nor a campaign.
The firestorm had not passed. It had only shifted, burning in new directions, consuming not just the public’s attention but the foundation’s unity. The Archive of Fire had become a symbol of courage, but also of controversy. And symbols, Maria realized, were fragile things. They could inspire. They could divide. They could be broken.The first fracture appeared in the Circle of Flame itself. The council had been created to review submissions, to balance truth with safety, but now its members were at odds. Some argued that the archive should publish everything, unredacted, unfiltered. Others insisted on stricter protocols, fearing lawsuits, retaliation, and harm to contributors. Meetings grew tense. Voices rose. Trust thinned.Maria sat at the head of the table, listening as two council members clashed.“We cannot censor survivors,” one said. “Their voices are sacred.”“We cannot endanger them,” another countered. “Their lives are sacred.”Maria closed her eyes. Both were right. Both w







