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RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 56
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
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 57
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
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 58
"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
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension Chapter 59
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
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension Chapter 60
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
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension Chapter 61
As Saint paced endlessly across the floors of his chamber, the weight of the scroll in hand was pressing down against his shoulders. How had it not occurred to him to ask who the old man was and what his exact relationship with his father had been. It was a weird encounter with the man because he remembered the man had mentioned that he had worked under his father and but Saint had not remembered seeing him anywhere around his father. He vividly remembered all the people that had worked with his father when he was still alive and ruler of the Dragon clan, including the ones that had betrayed the clan and had been kicked out. "Maybe I should ask uncle Magnus, surely he would know who the man was. But how can I describe him to uncle?" Saint placed his finger on his chin, tapping away absentmindedly as he continued to pace around. He suddenly paused in the middle of the room and held out the scroll in from of him. He had not opened yet like the strange old man had instructed him to.
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension Chapter 62
Lord Magnus' eyes shot up as if Saint had just said something abominable. He let go of Saint immediately, Pushing himself backwards with force in the process. "You must be insane, Saint. You must have totally lost it completely!" Lord Magnus said under his breath but it was audible enough for Saint to hear him. "No, uncle, I have not lost it completely. You're not telling me something. Everyone knows that my father had died honourably in battle." Saint let out with pride. Lord Magnus sighed and let his gaze fall to the ground, knowing that he should have told Saint the true story about his father's death, but there was any chance to tell him. And even when everyone thought that Saint was dead but he came in one piece—he had been so carried away in making sure that history didn't repeat itself, instead of telling him the truth. "I'm sorry I didn't let you know about this earlier but, that was what everyone was made to believe; everyone—including those in the other clans were made
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension Chapter 63
Immediately after the small feast which had turned out to be a huge one, preparations were being made to take out one more clan. News had gotten to the powerful figure who was the mastermind behind all the activities of the other clan that Saint had taken out another clan and he had been wrong about Saint's silence. There was no longer time to hold back and Saint was not going to listen to anyone who would tell him to hold back, especially Steward and Gerald. "I can't believe we already going after another clan after just taking out the first. Now this is the kind of fun I'm talking about!" Sayid said in delight as he got his weapons ready. "Do not let it get into your head, Sayid, one slight mistake could cost us all!" Gerald warned, utterly disgusted at the mere display of his over confidence. "Pfff, I know that!" Sayid scoffed and returned to sharpening his sword. "What now, Saint?!" Gerald turned to ask Saint who was staring out into the distance with his hands behind his ba
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Lord Magnus barged into Saint's room, his eyes sweeping across the room, hoping to find the scroll. His age kept him back from overturning things in the chamber and Instead, he ransacked the areas that he could. He searched the drawers, underneath the bed and even in the restroom, but he couldn't find it. "Where could it be?!" He muttered against his breath. Sweat had covered his forehead, already dripping down his face, but he made no attempt to wipe them off and Instead kept searching. After what seemed like hours of searching for the scroll, he finally looked up to see the scroll atop a table just across from him. He slapped his hands across his face in frustration. "How had I not seen that when I first walked in?" He said to himself and trotted quickly toward the table to grab the scroll. The moment he laid his hands on the scroll, he felt a strong sensation, like electricity zapping through his veins. "Don't worry, I'm not going to open you, I have no rights to." He said to
Chapter 95
Saint had managed to sleep the previous night but without drowning into his thoughts. He had been woken up rudely by loud knocks on his door. He didn't want to attend to the door and just wanted to pretend he didn't hear so he could resume his sleep but the knocking persisted. He grudgingly turned in his sleep and arose from the bed, rubbing his eyes to block out the sunlight. "Saint....Saint, are you awake yet. Please open up, Drake is nowhere to be found!" The voice cried out desperately. The sleep immediately vanished from Saint's eyes the moment he heard those words. "Saint, please open up the door, we have to do something about this!"Saint rushed to his feet and ran quick to do the door, wasting no time in opening the door. "Gerald, what did you just say?!" Saint let out, running his eyes all over him. Gerald who seemed to be in a dishevelled state swallowed the bile in his throat as he thought of the right words he could use to describe the situation at hand. "I woke up
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All through out the night, he was being tormented with what he had learnt. He wanted to march straight to wherever Vic was and put things to an end. The only thing that stopped him from doing that was; he did not know exactly where Vic was And he might have some trouble locating her hideout, Because if she could keep herself young and look exactly like Victoria with the help of medicine and Magic she could definitely use the same magic to conceal her location. Saint suddenly sprang up from the bed, tossing his duvet to the side as he began to pace across the floors, with his hands folded behind his back. "Damn it!" Saint cursed loudly into the cold night, the air around him taut, making it hard for him to breathe properly, "why did I ever hold back. Why did I think that my Victoria was capable of doing a thing like this. I should have killed Vic when I had the chance"If only he had known sooner. If only he had seen the truth beneath the surface. But how could he? She had looked ex
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"I've come to talk to you about the woman named Vic." Saint blurted out, pretending that he and his uncle were in good terms. "But first things first, Uncle I want to apologize about the way I treated you and Gerald....""It's okay. I understand it completely well. You acted out of your own judgments that you thought was right, so it's okay. " Lord Magnus uttered with understanding. Saint Clenched his lips and nodded his head slightly in remorse. "So what did you want to talk about?" Lord Magnus asked, quickly shifting away from that topic. About the woman named The Vic do you know any woman whose name Is weakLord Magnus raised his eyes, as though he was trying to recall where he has heard that name before. He shook his head slowly, "it doesn't ring a bell. I don't know who you are talking about.""Are you sure you don't know who Vic is?" Saint asked again but suddenly remembered that he had not told him of the recent happenings, he probably wasn't even aware that Vic was the wo
Chapter 92
Saint sat alone in his chamber, his head buried in his hands. The battle that Drake had had with Victoria or rather, the woman he had believed to be Victoria replayed in his mind over and over again. He could still hear her venomous laughter, see the blood trickling from Drake’s wounds, and worst of all, he could still feel the pain of betrayal cutting through him like a blade.The others had tried to warn him. Gerald. Drake. Even Steward. They had all sensed something off, something unnatural about the woman he had so fiercely defended. But Saint had refused to listen. He had let his love blind him to the truth, and because of that, he had nearly cost his clan everything.A sharp knock at the door startled him from his thoughts. He lifted his head slowly, dreading the conversation he knew was coming.“Enter,” he said, his voice hoarse.The door creaked open, and Gerald stepped in, followed closely by Drake, who was still bandaged from their fight. Drake looked better, but there was s
Chapter 91
It took both men the whole day to get to the dragon clan and not a single word had been exchanged between both men. Saint's guilt was eating him whole, while Drake was lost in his own thoughts. At intervals, Saint would wipe out an invisible sweat from his face and blow out some air or chew ok his fingers. He had apologized in his head to Gerald and his uncle time and time again over what he had said to them and how he had treated them. "Gosh, will they ever forgive me?!" Saint said to himself, his gaze falling onto the floor. "Who?" Drake asked him. "Hunh?" Saint asked, lifting his gaze slowly to meet his brother's. He didn't think that Drake had heard him talking to himself. "Who is never going to forgive you?" Drake clarified. "Oh, uhm..." Saint let out a loud sight before he would confess, "I had been too hard on them especially Gerald. I had been quick to declare punishment without even getting to listen to them. My own family—the people I call my own. I had casted them as
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Chapter 90"Come on now, let me help you to your feet." Saint spat out more blood into a corner and reached out a hand to help Drake. "Thanks!" Drake clasped his hand coated with blood into Saint's. "You look like you've lost a lot of blood, I'm so sorry that I could not help you out." Saint apologized genuinely. "It's fine, I completely understand you." Drake said, nodding his head slowly. "I never knew that she was strong, Saint, she doesn't even look it at all." Drake said as he stood to his feet but Saint didn't want to let go of him yet for fear that he might fall. "Yeah, I didn't know too. Thank you for delivering that final cut to her, I wished that I had been the one to do it myself." Saint said again, he couldn't bear the way his conscience was pricking at him for not wanting to fight Victoria even though he has sworn to himself that he would not show mercy on the one who had taken the lives of his people. Saint Watched as Drake took off his shirt to wipe the blood stai
Chapter 89
"Where the hell are you, you dirty bitch. Stop being a coward and come out and fight me!!" Drake yelled, his eyes darting across the room, looking for any signs of her. He had managed to wrestle one of Victoria's daggers from her. He got himself badly injured in the process but he was able to get her to release one of the daggers. Victoria, seeing this, immediately went into hiding. "Come out here, you pig!" Stage screamed again. Victoria's laughter filled the room, causing Drake's stomach to tighten. He tried to follow the sound of the laughter but it seemed to be coming from all around the room. "Come out here, so I can slit your throat in half and feed your head to the vultures." Stage threatened but instead, Victoria's laughter doubled. "I'd love for you to do that, Drake." Victoria said and finally appeared from the shadows, holding her last dagger in hand. "Let's make this quick, shall we?" She intoned and made bone cracking noises with her neck. She had no interest in pr
Chapter 88
His knees grew so weak under him that they could barely hold up his weight. He struggled to stand and even when his knees started to wobbel, he held onto the wall for support but knew that he would not be able to stay for that long. Victoria was not done talking, she was still yapping away with a rush of excitement at how she managed to fool everyone and make them think that they were still being tormented by another enemy when all along, it had been her who was responsible. Before Drake could sense what was happening, Saint had already collapsed to his knees. "Why?" He kept on crying as his head fell onto the floor, "why did it have to be you, Victoria? Why not someone else?" He cried out. "And what the fuck is that supposed to mean? You think I'm not a worthy opponent, don't you, Saint? Well why don't you get up and let me show you what exactly I'm capable of doing!" She said angrily as she rushed towards him and pulled him by the collar and was about to drag him up to his feet
