Chapter 7

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.