All Chapters of RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension: Chapter 51
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chapter 51
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension/Lord Comfort
"You cannot go back there now, Saint, please, they would kill you!" Gerald begged. He was bent on making sure that Saint did not move from where he was but Saint was equally as stubborn and wanted to get on with things. "You don't understand, Gerald, I have to end this once and for all." Saint Intoned and clutching his chest tightly. He had not noticed until now that he had been injured during battle. "Those people think that they are sleek, hunh but I'm so going to show them the stuff that I'm made off.""Right now, whatever you're made of is waning because you have not only been injured, you've been poisoned. Whatever they stabbed you with has delayed the poison from surfacing until now...." Gerald replied but Saint still kept breathing heavily, thinking of how he was going to take them all out in just one blow. But he knew as much as Gerald that it wouldn't be possible. "You just have to calm down and heal yourself." He said, his eyes shifting to the wound Saint placed his han
chapter 52
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension/Lord Comfort
Saint sat in his chamber, his breathing slow and controlled. His body had endured the torment of poison, a cruel enemy that had drained him of his strength and left him vulnerable. But time had passed, and now, his body was healing. He could feel his muscles regaining their power, the sharpness returning to his reflexes. Steward had been right. "You will recover," Steward had assured him, standing by his bedside when he had been at his weakest. "Your body is strong, stronger than you even realize. It won’t betray you." Saint had doubted it then. The poison had felt like fire in his veins, his limbs sluggish, his vision blurred. He had struggled to move, let alone fight. But now, as he flexed his fingers and stretched his arms, he knew Steward had spoken the truth. He was not only recovering—he was growing stronger. Still, something about the experience unsettled him. The poison had nearly taken him down, and for the first time in a long time, he had felt powerless. He hated
chapter 53
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension/Lord Comfort
There were shouts and ululations flying across as the man's back met the floor with a loud thud. "How dare you. I can see that you do not have any respect or the ability to recognise a trye leader when you see one!" Saint spat out in anger, hovering over the man who was struggling endlessly to get up from the floor. When Saint saw that the man was about the get up from the floor, he placed his leg on top of his chest, to prevent him from rising further. "Stay down, I am not done with you yet!" Saint barked at the man. The look on the man's face did not in any way mirror the agony that was coursing through him. Saint raised his eyes brows. "Oh I see now. I see that you enjoy torture!" Saint let out slowly, thinking of how to tackle him next when the man's next words blocked Saint's thoughts. "Never in my entire life have I been thrown to the floor so unexpectedly by anyone before. You truly emit so much power." The man said. Saint didn't understand what the man was saying, but h
chapter 54
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension/Lord Comfort
Sayid had never been on time to any event before, so it was unlikely that he would get to the imperial building at the time he had been invited to come. But he wanted to make sure that he got to the imperial building in time and by all means. The grand hall of Saint’s estate was lit by the warm glow of lanterns, casting long shadows against the ornate wooden walls. The scent of roasted meat and exotic spices filled the air, promising a meal fit for warriors. At the head of the large dining table, Saint sat, waiting. His expression was calm, but his golden eyes held a sharpness that never faded. Sayid, the most powerful student in the martial world, had become his loyal subordinate—a surprising turn of events that no one had seen coming. Sayid was notorious for his arrogance, his stubbornness, and, above all, his inability to arrive on time for anything. But tonight was different. Saint had invited him to dinner, and Sayid was determined to make an impression that he was punctual
Chapter 55
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension/Lord Comfort
Just as Sayid had assured Gerald that he was going to prove his loyalty towards Saint overtime—not up to a week since Sayid had pledged his allegiance and he had recruited more of his men to join Saint until he was left with just a handful of his men. "Are you sure you're not going to need them to battle alongside you someday.....these are your most skilled fighters." Saint had said to Sayid when he had arrived with another batch of one his most skilled fighters. "The only battle I'd be fighting, will be alongside you, master!" Sayid had assured him .Saint had replied with a smile on his face and when he told Gerald of his gesture, Gerald was beyond baffled and had no words to describe the act that Sayid had done. "He is practically unarming himself!" Gerald remarked, "He's handing all of his men over to you, Saint.""I know right....and to say that you never trusted him." Saint said to Gerald. "I never thought that he would go that far. But it doesn't mean that I would let down
chapter 56
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension/Lord Comfort
The tension in the air was thick with a quiet electricity that neither Saint nor Victoria could ignore.Victoria’s arms were wrapped around Saint, her grip tight as if afraid that if she let go, he would vanish. She hadn’t planned to hold him—not like this—but the moment she stepped into his presence, her emotions had overwhelmed her.Saint who usually composed and unreadable, had been momentarily lost in the warmth of her embrace. His mind had gone blank, caught in the delicate balance between nostalgia and the sharp pain of betrayal.Then, a deep, authoritative voice shattered the moment.“Saint, who is this?”Saint stiffened. The trance he had been in instantly broke as he turned toward the voice. His uncle, Lord Magnus, stood in the doorway, his sharp eyes fixed on Victoria with curiosity and suspicion. Dressed in his usual dark robes, Magnus carried himself with the silent dominance of a seasoned warrior, his aura commanding respect even without effort.Victoria quickly stepped b
chapter 57
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension/Lord Comfort
The moon was already hanging high in the sky and casting its silver glow over the Dragon Clan’s stronghold, while each chamber was lit up. Saint sat alone, lost in thought. The warmth of Victoria’s presence was still lingering in the air, haunting him like a phantom. No matter how much he tried to shake her from his mind, her voice, her scent, the way her eyes had pleaded for him to say something—it all clung to him.He should have said something. Anything to her—just to reassure her of his feelings for her at least. Instead, he had let her walk away with her words hanging between them like an unfinished sentence.He let out a deep sigh and ran a hand through his hair, while his frustration took hold of him. He had fought wars, conquered enemies, and risen above impossible odds. But Victoria’s return had done something no enemy ever had—it had rattled him to his core.A sharp knock at the door snapped him out of his daze.“Saint,” Gerald’s voice came through the heavy wooden door, fi
chapter 58
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension/Lord Comfort
"Father, I don't think I want to talk about this right now." Victoria said as she took off her jacket, trying to mask her troubled heart.She knew she should have not have shown up there—she should not have listened to her father when he told her that it would be easy for Saint to take her back. She should not have believed him when he told her that Saint still had a soft spot for her and because of that, their plans would be made easy. "Victoria, quit acting like a child and tell me what happened!" Lord Zlate instructed. "Father, I'll talk when I feel like it, right now, I need to go sleep." Victoria insisted, trying to make her way up to her room. She didn't want to recount the event that had happened back at the Dragon clan and how Saint and been surprised at first to see her. "Quit your folly and tell me what transpired between you and him. I need to know of it was a success so we can proceed with our other plans.""A success you say?" Victoria started, her ears tingling at t
Chapter 59
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension/Lord Comfort
Two months had passed since the meeting. The waiting game was over. The six clans had grown comfortable, a d just as Gerald had predicted, they had already lowered their guard, so now was the perfect time to strike. Under Saint's rule, the Dragon Clan had gathered its forces and ready to make the first move against their enemies. Saint stood atop a rocky cliff, overlooking the enemy stronghold. His black cloak billowed in the wind as the distant torches of the enemy flickered like fireflies in the dark. Beside him, Sayid stretched his arms, grinning with excitement. “Finally. I was beginning to think we’d never get to the fun part.” the sinister smile on his lips widening. Behind them, Sayid’s men stood at the ready, eager for the battle ahead. Steward adjusted his belt and sighed. “Let’s be clear—I'm not much of a fighter, so I won’t be on the front lines. But my knowledge of their fortifications and battle strategies will be useful.” Gerald, standing nearby with his arms
Chapter 60
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension/Lord Comfort
It wasn't time to celebrate yet but Lord Magnus had taken it upon himself to organise a small feast for Saint's recent victories. He made sure that everything had been put in place just in time for the party, and he didn't bother informing Saint about his plans and just went ahead to throw the party on behalf of Saint. The hall of the Dragon Clan stronghold was alive with the sound of celebration. Torches burned brightly along the stone walls, casting flickering shadows over the long wooden tables laden with food and drink. The scent of roasted meats, spiced wine, and fresh bread filled the air, mingling with the laughter and voices of warriors who had fought and bled for victory.Saint sat at the head of the grand table, his fingers idly tapping against the goblet of wine before him. He had never been one for unnecessary celebrations, but his uncle had insisted. After all, they had just crushed two of the six clans standing in their way. The power balance of the land had shifted dr