Saint's Uncle's eyes ran deep into his soul. Though it looked like the person that he had trusted most with his life had suddenly become one of the new Dragon administrations, he refused to believe them.
"Your tongue doesn't function well anymore, child? You were supposed to remember anything that happened. You were supposed to live a happy life. So indulge me. How come you are here!" A lightning bolt of possibilities hit Saint. The man that he had thought saved him that night was his Uncle. Multiple emotions rose up in his heart as he hugged his Uncle tightly, letting out every bit of it. "I thought!" "Something happened to me? Have you forgotten that I am still from the Dragon bloodline? Nothing happens to us so easily! It looks like you haven't fully recovered from the memory lapse yet!" He added. Saint smiled slightly, the lines barely cutting through his face. This was his Uncle for sure. "So what if you are some sought after ancestor with the bloodline of the Dragon family Clan? I'm still the leader and both of you are not living yells with your lives!" Saint's Uncle's face suddenly contorted into a sinister look that struck fear right into the hearts of everyone that stood present there, the feet of his rage directed towards Fredrick. "You know nothing about the Dragon tradition do you. For someone as rebellious as you are, aren't you so shallow minded not to do some digging about your opponent?" His voice was suddenly amplified through the halls. "While, I'm going to tell you what you need to know. Whoever has the emblem of the Dragon Clan becomes the leader of the Clan! And I, as the oldest Dragon Clan member, recrown the Saint leader!" Fredrick's face suddenly beamed. Looking at the eyes of almost everyone, that seemed to know about this age long tradition apart from himself. "You all! Attack him right this instant!" Fredrick yelled but not a single step was held through the hall. His face grew hot red like that of a tomato and his teeth suddenly came gnashing right into each other "What are you all waiting for! Attack him!" He yelled once again. But instead of an attack, their knees came crashing down to the floor as they paid their homage to the new leader of the Dragon Clan. Even Saint's Uncle had his head bowed "You all! I was crowded by the leaders of the seven Clans. You all are going to pay for this and wish that you never lived in.." before he could finish the statement, a sock suddenly dug into his mouth and only the humming of his tune could be heard. Everyone seemed to ignore him like he was some abstract figure. And Fredrick's blood ran over with rage. While everyone refused to pay attention to his words, he pulled out a knife from his pockets and launched at Saint. Aiming right at the vine that popped out from Saint's neck, his only intention was to end his life in a bit However, just at the last minute, Saint spunned, holding his hands right in the air. Saint could easily feel the vibration of his feet after many years of practice and medication. There was nothing like a possible surprise attack. “You just can't fight fair can you!” Chimed Saint as their eyes interlocked. Fredrick was thrown to the ground where he tried attacking once again but Saint's master quickly caught up to him, holding his hands steadily behind. "I will take him. Master Saint!" Said Saint's master. Their bows made Saint feel a sudden inkling on his skin that caused him to suddenly crawl over. He had been used to his humble state and their reverse suddenly felt weird at that instant. "Please take care of them uncle!" Saint was taken over to the best room of the Dragon Clan and was given a warm bath. He seemed to have forgotten how it felt to live in so much luxury His skin glowed in the illumination of the moonlight and he was once again, the stunning young man that he was years ago before his sudden fall. The door flew open and heeded the person who knock to come in "I'm Griffin. Leader of the sixth halls!" Said the man that bowed before him. "Yeah. We met earlier. I want you to get a gift for someone very important.. A.." Saint paused Griffin's smile shines through no matter how hard he tried to hide it. "A girl?" He inquired further. "Yes. A girl and she mostly prefer silver to gold. Whatever you're getting, make sure that it's made from pure silver!" He said. "Yes Young master!" Griffin's smile faded before he suddenly walked off. Saint could not help conceal his own smile. Soon he was going to get to see the face of his dare Victorian once again after such a long time. And this time, he would not be returning as the nothin Saint that the Zlate family as always known, rather as the powerful heir of the Dragon Clan. The smile on his face brightened, almost outshining the glow of the moon in the room "Soon Victoria! You are going to be the princess that you deserve to be!" He smiled. However, the train of his thoughts was suddenly interrupted by the sudden flinging of the door. There was only one person that could walk right into the chambers of the Dragon heir without announcing their presence. "Uncle?" Saint frowned. Right from the point that his parents died and his Uncle had become the only relative that he knew, knocking before entry has always seemed to be some sort of taboo. "What! Were you expecting me to knock? Is that how you are going to thank me for saving your life?" "You nah worse than a lady!" Saint muttered under his breath. His uncle's frown suddenly deepened, as he was able to catch up with the words. He tried advancing right at Saint. However, he staggered. He could see through the weakening of his breath and the way that he pant. Just a little step and it seemed like a low blow down his guts in an instant, barely able to breathe. "What's wrong Uncle!" He inquired even though he could already easily tell what was wrong. His energy core might have been weakened for using them too much, most probably from trying to save his life. And it was gradually squeezing away. Soon enough, it might be totally gone, leading to total paralysis. "I'm okay. You don't have to worry about me!" His uncle replied. Though Saint knew that what his Uncle said was far from the truth, he decided not to push too much with it. Soon, Griffin returned with a little box in his hands, presenting it right to his young master. "I got it Master Saint. Silver just as you requested. It's a jade that shines through even in the dimmest of lights. A full set of jews to adore the lady, making everyone turn their heads around. There is only one of these available in the world. I hope it's okay for his master's.." "Wife..." Saint chopped right into his words. "And it's perfect. I have to leave now, Uncle!" He said. Back at the Zlate family Villa. The day had finally come, the day that Victoria wished that would never be there. Something in her seemed like she was going to tear apart. Her heart was all over the place. And the ticking of the clock felt like a stab right through his heart. Something in her made her feel like she was about to betray the one that she had sworn to love for the rest of her days even in death. However, this was the best thing for all of them. Victoria drew a deep breath once again as the door flew open. Jack Sparrow shined through with a smile on his face. Victoria felt like she could shoot a slap right into his face. However, with her hands clenched tightly, she was able to control the surge of emotions that ran through her vines. "Everyone's waiting outside... It's time for us to get married!" Jack Sparrow smiled, revealing his gold teeth. Victoria nodded with all the courage that she had in her while Jack Sparrow held her hands tightly. DRAGON CLAN CENTRAL BUILDING The Dragon Clan watched as their master stepped off from the hall dressed in a designer suit. He had already made sure that the place for the date that he was going to have with Victoria later in the evening was ready. His hands clenched tightly to the box in his hands as his face beamed with smiles. "Are you sure you wouldn't want any of us accompanying you master?" Saint inquired "I'm the heir of the Dragon Clan Griffin. Not a little child that needs babysitting!" 'And also, I would not want to frighten Griffin!' Multiple possibilities had already run through his head. How he was going to break the news over to Victoria. But the risk of breaking his identity to the world when he was yet to get back the shreds that the seven Clan had shared amongst themselves and also exerting his revenge on them. He took a deep breath and was about to step into the car that was going to take him over to the Zlate family Villa when suddenly, a man ran off to before him, bowing right at his feet. Saint tried to make the face of this person but nothing about him was striking. Griffin already came forward in an attempt to pull him off but Saint stopped him. "Let him be. I'm sure that he has a good reason for this!" "You have to help my master. We have always been told that Dragon Saint, the past leader of the Dragon Clan was known for his medical prowess alongside his martial arts skills. My master has always been loyal to you when everyone turned against the past leader, risking his life at every possible turn just to help you. And now he is dying. You have to help my master!" He cried, his face laced with desperation. "Who's your master?" Inquired Saint. "Gerald!" The Young Man replied. The color suddenly drew off from Saint's face. Though he remained calm from the outside, his heart flustered. It was the young man that was being punished because of him, his most loyal subordinate. He was told that he was doing alright and just needed some rest to be back. Saint had always thought that something was fishy about those words However the thoughts of meeting with Victoria had rather clouded his mind to anything else. His hands twisted against each other while Griffin suddenly crashed to his feet. "I had to say what I said master. I was afraid to upset your mood since we got the best of the doctors in the city and they all noted that nothing could be done about Gerald's case!" All his words were ignored as attention was rather focused on the young man kneeling. "Take me to him!" Gerald's voice came with the hushed hot air that had gathered in his chest.Saint decided to go on to the hospital with no member of the Dragon Clan apart from the man that led the way.Though a member of his Clan was being taken care of there. There still stood a lot of people that needed help.And his selfishness was going to speak through if he dared to disrupt the medical process of these patients.However, getting into the ward where he had been admitted, another person laid on the bed.Ken had his face flooded with confusion, his eyes deepening right into their sockets."Then we should look for him!" Saint's calmness edged through the room.Their search eventually leads them off through the glimpse of the hall, a nurse rolling him off in a wheel bed."Where are you taking master Griffin to?" Ken's face burned red with anger. It seemed like he was going to tear the nurse that stood right before him apart however Saint prevented him from doing so."Where are you taking him off to?" Saint inquired."Ward 99!"Ken's face suddenly grew pale. The ward Ninety
The place was boxed with cars that were lined all around the place. The priest stood right before Victoria and Jack Sparrow took their vows..Staring right into the eyes of the man that stood before her Victoria wanted to punk, her face grew red and puffy.He felt like she was going to let out the tears that she had gathered in her eyes. But taking multiple sips of self control, she was able to control herself."You should smile for your husband at least!" Jack Sparrow noted revealing his golden tooth was again.Victoria really wanted to throw up, returning his gesture with a thick frown.'Like it or not, I'm going to have you for myself tonight!' Jack thought with his face beaming with smiles."If anyone has anything against this union. Speak now or forever hold your peace!" The priest was barely done with his words when a sudden yell came through the crowd.Everyone's attention shifted towards the sudden intrusion. Lady Erica stood up from her seat with clenched hands immediately he
The gift before them brought jaw dropping gaze from the crowd, while Lady Erica stood with her gaze high up in the air"Jack Sparrow is the real deal!" Praised Kevin."Unlike that flinch who can barely afford to feed himself!""It was nothing! I just wanted to make a simple surprise for Victoria and nothing more!" Jack Sparrow returned with a subtle smile on his face."A simple surprise you call it! You're so modest Jack Sparrow and can't wait to have you as my Son-in-law already.Shouldn't you sometimes talk about the gift that Jack got for you?" Lady Erica's eyes were carved in a questioning manner as her gaze bore right through Victoria..Victoria hesitated with her gaze titling right into each other. For a few moments, her gaze fixed in the clear space that was before him.."Oh! The gift! That's very much Jack Sparrow. It was so thoughtful of you. But until we get married, can we skip getting the expensive gifts?" Victoria ended walking off from the placeThe thanks that came off
"One hundred million dollars.” Eyes were shooting off from their sockets with lightning explosions.With that, no family would even come close to us in ranking!" The exclamations from Zlate Kevin filled the hall, sending waves through the rectangular table that they sat on.The words caused ripples like goosebumps running through the hall gathering of the Zlate family business group, sending cheers and delightful laughters rolling through the hall as everyone raised their glasses to a toast."Cheers to the glorious comeback of the Zlates family!" Lady Erica, the Patron of the family raised her glass with a face scattered with smiles."Cheers!" The clicking of glasses filled the cheering halls as everyone celebrated."Mother! I want the east chain company when it's rebuilt. My contribution to the family's name cannot be overlooked!" Sage, second son of the family, sounded with a bow."Why would you get the east chain when it's the best? Are you posing that you have contributed more tha
Multiple laughter burst right through the air. Kevin didn't even realize when tears started streaming down from his face as he rolled over with his hands over his stomach..."Poor and delusional! Two epic traits that you barely find in people these days!" He laughed harder."Does it look like this is some sort of joke to you Stinky Saint!" Lady Erica added, sending another ripple of laughter running off through the hall.Despite their humiliating laughter, Saint kept the calm with his hands slightly clenched.He had been made to constantly go through their humiliation and he could not pick out a day that had gone by without itBut looking at Victoria, slammed helplessly to her seat was a sting to his heart."Even a dog would come out as the winner in a competition with you Saint. Don't ever think that you can have one with me!" Sparrow's face was laced with disdain."Or maybe we should do as he says!" Lady Erica's words forced the hall into a sudden silence once again.They could not
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"Second floor, third floor and fourth floor!" The men of the house stared at the strange man that Jerry had with him with suspicion laced all over their faces.And one thing that Saint could reckon. They were all new. The walk continued and they were not interrupted by anyone.Until they got to the fourth floor"And where do you think that you are heading to?" Inquired the head of the fourth floor as he quickly intersected Jerry and and Saint.Jerry's face suddenly broke up into cold sweat once again, his words stuck in his mouth and he could barely get them out.His face stormed off to where Saint stood with his increasing cold gaze and the surge of energy that swizzled all around him before returning his gaze to the sixth set leader."What's the need of exposing him here when I can get him to meet with the Clan leader and he could regret ever causing harm to my team!" He thoughtHowever, his PTSD prevented him from being able to make out words until Saint quickly stepped forward.