RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension

Chapter 6

The men lodged like hungry lions at Saint, seeking only to tear him in limbs and bones.

Their gazes were fierce, throwing their attacks at him from every side. However, Saint didn't stop.

His punch and kicks send the men flying right off through the air. The men groaned in pain and Fredrick had to shield himself from the men flying at him from every possible side.

Saint returned as the devouring spare that he had always been. Jerry Shivered, seeing the men dwindle in their numbers.

Initially he had thought that his men were tired after their early morning training. That was the only reason that they were defeated so easily.

'Its true! He is the m Dragon heir that has been rumored to be dead!' His mind raced with thoughts with his eyes bulging out from his pockets.

Who would have believed that he would get to meet with this person while he was still alive. His heart shivered. And he had dared to challenge this person to a fight.

He was as good as dead.

Soon the men all lay on the floor, barely able to retain their breaths. And Saint had not even broken a sweat.

"Any more?" Saint inquired, sending a sudden shiver running down the spine of Frederick as he dusted his hands.

Sweat swizzled down from his face, and his heart pounded right in his ears as he felt a stab running right through his heart at multiple intervals.

Saint moved faster towards Fredrick who fell backwards in his steps until there was no where else for him to go

Then Fredrick stopped with a stare that seemed to grow intense by the moment and a grin spreading throughout his face.

"I just have one more gift for you! I'm sure that you are going to love him!" Said Fredrick.

Saint paused. The looks on his face screamed sinister and his body rolled over itself.

Suddenly strong steps came from the other side of the door, a man with heir all grayed out staggered into the wall, supported by a walking stick..

There were fine age lines littered all over his aging face and he had this frightening smile.

"Him?" Thought Jerry.

Taking this man out with both of his eyes closed was going to be a piece of cake for him.

Talk less about someone that was able to take over a hundred men out without breaking a sweat. This had to be a joke

But only Saint fully understood the strength of the man that stood before him. His gaze was strong as they exchanged.

The grin that laced the face of the man suddenly widened.

"It's been such a long time master Saint! And we will meet again!" He smiled.

Fredrick frowned. His stare was more focused on Fredrick.

"You're going to make me go head to head with my master! Have the Dragon clan become that hopeless and shameless?"

"You will agree with me that nothing surpasses a master and a student, right?"

Saint's face returned back to where his first master stood.

"Master!"

"Former Master. I only answer to the leader of the Dragon. A statue that you were never supposed to hold!" He said lodging out.

The old man's body spinned flexibly through the air, aiming an attack with spread palms right at Saints back.

His smile suddenly twisted into a demon's rage but Saint was easily able to duck through the attack.

"Hiding as you always did. I wonder how long you will be able to keep up with this!" He thundered another attack at Saint.

And Saint returned with a counter attack that pulled both men off from each other.

His master had taught him that. Fredrick had a smile on his face, there was no way that he was going to escape from this.

"We don't have to fight master!"

"A technique that weaklings use! Fight Saint!" He yelled at Saint, who avoided most of his strike.

Jerry felt that there was something wrong with this fight. While the other hailed thinking that it was over for Saint, it felt like he was rather trying to conceal his energy, only to a ten percent range.

Wasn't that wrong? He wanted to cement his thoughts by watching them fight more closely but the door suddenly flew open and a yell came through the door.

"Everyone stop right this instant!"

Though most people didn't know who this new intruder was, the authority that echoed through the halls seemed to compel them to a stop..

Their attention pushed over to the newcomer who had a jade in his hands. They all gasped at the new sight as a man, in his late fifties, walked through the hall.

Saint could already feel a mixture of emotions running right through his body, concentrated in his eyes as he muttered.

"Uncle?" His heart beamed.

The images of the past flashed right into his head swiftly, his heart racing even faster. His uncle falling right into his arms that night, how come.

His head ran over with confusion as he tried making sense of the memories that had been relocated in his head.

"You! What are you doing here!" The man in clutches walked right up to where Saint stood with a frown on his face forcing Saint back in his steps.

"What do you mean Uncle?" His eyes were bulging out from their sockets as he forced himself to inquire.

***Back at the Zlate family Villa!"

"This's the third time that you're ruining your makeup, Victoria! How do you think that we are going to make the perfect pre-wedding photos?" Inquired Patricia.

"Or do you intend to look like a mummy in your own photos?"

"I'm already married to Victoria and I am not getting married to anyone else that my heart has not chosen!"

Victoria's face was fierce and laced with determination. When Patricia tried applying the foundation to her face once again, she shifted her face, causing Patricia to frown.

“When will you stop being so stubborn?” She lashed.

"Is anyone forcing you to get married to Henry?” Victoria threw back as more tears escaped from her eyes.

The lightning speed at which the events turned seemed just impossible to believe. She wished that Saint was there, and his broad shoulders available as a resting stone for her head.

"That's because I didn't choose those poor leeches that came after me. Henry is the ideal definition of a man, just like Jack unlike you know who!

You should be happy that the family is making this decision for you since you have obviously decided to be blinded by love!"

“Once you are, Jack is married. You are going to tell the truth for what it is!”

Victoria turned her head around once again, refusing to believe those words.

There was no need to fight further with her when she was just like the rest of the family.

The door suddenly flew upon, the oppressive air of Kevin, the first born Grandson of the Zlate family making entrance into the dressing room.

One glance at Victoria and his face suddenly twisted into a frown as he was forced to inquire in between gnashed teeths.

"Is she still objecting?" His words were marked out by his weird Britain accents since he had grown up there.

"Sadly!" Patricia shook her head pitifully.

The frown that cut across his face suddenly deepened. His eyes shooting back into their sockets like a turtle.

"Then leave the two of us together!"

Kevin made his way towards his elder sister, taking a seat closer to her.

"You are still waiting for him aren't you. Hoping that you can maybe find him. And this is all one nightmare that would soon be over!

But it would be better if you come to the realization that nothing can be done about this. This is what Saint would have wanted.

Sooner or later, this would have happened. Saint being around you, was a sign that he would never be safe.

And even if he did come back just as you earnestly crave for, he would still go back to this state. It's better you agree with the obvious and move on Victoria. Saint has never been cut out of your world!" Kevin explained with all the ruthless words that he could muster….

“Can't you see the way that he suffers daily? If your claim of love for him is genuine, then you will not hesitate to release him from this cage that you have kept him in.”

He didn't care about the tears that flooded off from Victoria's eyes. As long as his eyes, lodging deep into her soul could easily tell that these words were sinking deep into her heart.

"You know that he has never been cut out for you world!" Kevin ended, taking up the makeup brush and handling it over to Victoria with these final word

"He is never coming back. And even if he does, it will never make any difference!"

Victoria whipped the tears off from her hers, brushing her face gradually with the pain that had stuck in her heart.

Kevin smiled seeing that the words had gotten just the effects that he wanted. He ran his hand gradually through Victoria's air.

"That's a good girl. And tomorrow, you will get married to Jack Sparrow and we will not even remember that any of this ever happened."