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RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 36
The night air was crisp and cool as Saint walked along the quiet streets, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. The city lights flickered in the distance, but he wasn’t paying attention to them. His mind was elsewhere, replaying everything that had happened in the past few days. Victoria. Paige. The ambush. His jaw clenched as he exhaled sharply, shaking his head. The thoughts of him destroying the kin clan and what his uncle had warned him concerning it kept flowing back into his head. Before he could entertain the thought any further, his senses suddenly sharpened. Something was off. He halted mid-step, his ears picking up the slightest shuffle of movement behind him. Too late. A thick cloth was shoved over his face. The strong scent of chemicals invaded his nostrils as he struggled against the men holding him down. He lashed out, elbowing one in the ribs, but there were too many of them. Their grips were ironclad, dragging him backward into a van before he c
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 37
By the time Saint awoke from his deep slumber, the whole room was lit up by sunlight which meant, it was already the next morning. Saint could properly see the room that he was in. It had seemed as though he had been kept in a basement the night he had been brought here, but seeing it clearly for the first time, he realised that he was being kept in a proper room that either belonged to sir Rawlings or someone else. The room was in a hot mess but surprisingly, there was laundry neatly folded and kept on the bed. Saint struggled to get up to his feet but realised that he could not move his limbs. Much to his amazement, neither his legs nor hands were bound, yet he could not even raise a finger—only turning his head from side to side in agony. Laying helplessly on the floor sent frustration gushing through Saint. He clenched his jaw and struggled still to get up from the floor but all his efforts were futile. He could not grasp the reason he felt so weak and why his bones ached al
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 38
"I think I've found it!" Victoria exclaimed, holding up a miniature bottle that contained a green fluid. "It has got to be the antidote!" Victoria reckoned, holding out the bottle in front of her and staring at it intently. "Are...you sure that it is?" Saint asked with a glint of hope in his eyes Victoria didn't respond to him immediately. The look of elation on her face suddenly disappeared. "What if it's not?" She blurted out. "Give the bottle to me, Victoria." Saint demanded. "Hold on, I've got make sure that it's the antidote. What if this is just another poison?" She asked, unsure of what to think. "Just hand it to me, there's no time to think about what's not!" He said urgently. Victoria's hands had begun to tremble as she held onto the bottle, refusing to give it up. "Listen to me and give me that bottle....at least let me have a close look at it." Saint said to her in hopes that she would hand the bottle to him but she did not. "Victoria... please, time is running ou
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension Chapter en 39
It had worked like magic. The moment Saint dipped his tongue into the liquid, he felt a jolt of electricity move through his body. And in an instant, all the pain had vanished without a single trace. The first thing Saint did was to grab a piece of wood by his side and crushed it into powder. "Excellent!" Saint whispered to himself as a smile curved up his lips. He had decided to trust his guts and drink the liquid and just a tiny bit had gotten the Jon done under a second. He wondered what would have happened if Victoria were right and the liquid was just another poison and not the antidote. Is that how fast it would have taken him out within a second?But Saint didn't give any thoughts to it and just decided to dip his tongue into the liquid as soon as he could get to it, waiting for the inevitable to happen. ********Saint ran as much as his legs could carry him with Victoria steadied on his back. There was not a single car in sight when Saint hot out of the house with Victori
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension Chapter 40
Victoria sat in the grand bedroom of the Zlate family villa, her back resting against the plush pillows of the oversized bed. The room smelled of lavender and fresh linen, and a warm breeze filtered in through the slightly open window. The soft silk nightgown she now wore was far more comfortable than the torn dress she had been in hours ago. She was home and Safe as well. But despite the comforting atmosphere, her body felt heavy with exhaustion. Her wrists ached from where they had been tied, and faint bruises were forming on her arms. Nothing too serious—just minor injuries. Yet, judging by the way her family hovered over her, one would think she had barely escaped with her life. Lady Erica, dabbed a cool cloth over her forehead, her face lined with deep worry. "Oh, poor child. Those horrible men… What did they do to you?" "I’m fine," Victoria sighed. "Fine?" her father, Lord Zlate, scoffed. He stood by the bed, arms crossed, his sharp gaze filled with anger. "You call thi
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 41
Victoria sat at the table for dinner with her entire body almost covered in bandages. She hated the damn hypocrisy her family displayed toward her. They would readily give her hand out in marriage to a man they were not sure of, yet cloth her in bandges of every kind as a form of affection toward her. "Victoria, you have not touched your food yet. Is there any problem?" Lady Erica asked her. Victoria had not noticed that she had been toying with her food while she was deep in thought and all eyes were glued to her. "Oh, uhm. No, I mean everything is absolutely fine." Victoria replied awkwardly, causing everyone to pause their eating and stare at her more intently. Like she was not already used to getting endless stares from them. "Well now can I eat my food in peace?" Victoria said irritatingly. "It course you can dear!" Her mother said out loud with a fu mouth. Victoria went back to her food without a word and soon the others also concentrated on their food. "Oh Victoria!"T
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 42
The day had come when Victoria told the family that Saint would be visiting. From the inception of that day, everyone and everything had been done awkwardly for no just cause. They had all thought that Saint would come in earlier than he had said, but as the day was drawing to a close and there was not a single sign of him, there were starting to doubt if he was going to show up at all. It got to the point where lady Erica had to go into Victoria's room just to ask if Saint was still going to show up that evening. Victoria was surprised that lady Erica of all persons would come to ask. "I just wanted to know if I would go ahead and ask the maids to prepare dinner or not!" Lady Erica defended. "So we won't have dinner because he's going to show up?" Victoria asked sarcastically but she did not give lady Erica any room to respond, "and I hope you know that it's not in your place to decide whether this family gets dinner or not." She added. "You do not speak to me that way!" Lady E
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 43
The Zlate villa had never been as tense as it was that evening. A storm brewed within its walls, though outside, the skies remained clear. The double doors to the villa opened, and Jack Sparrow stepped inside. Victoria had not gone a day to visit him at the hospital but she was very sure that he was in a critical condition and was surprised that he had even survived, talk more of making his way down to the villa all by himself. He looked well-rested, healthier than the last time she had seen him, but something was different. His usual confidence was slightly shaken, his steps a little slower. Perhaps he sensed that something had changed. Jack’s sharp eyes scanned the room, and when they landed on Victoria, he forced a charming smile. "Victoria, darling," he said, his voice smooth as ever. "I’ve missed you." Victoria rose from her seat without hesitation. She didn’t miss a beat. "You are not welcome here, Jack Sparrow!" Victoria spat at him, the pitch of her voice had attracte
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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
Chapter 94
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
Chapter 93
"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
Chapter 90
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