POV: Christopher
Oliver turned away from the head of the Fahras and clung to Christopher even more. "No, I don't want this, I don't want this," Oliver whimpered. Christopher slapped away the hand that reached for Oliver.
"Oliver is just as much my son too. You're not fucking taking him anywhere." "Yeah, that you knocked up our Leon, I can see. You can't miss those disgusting violet eyes."
Christopher raised an eyebrow. - So this was what the yellow dragon's family was really like - "So says the one who wants to marry off his daughter to someone with those 'disgusting' violet eyes," Christopher growled.
"That's just for power alone, don't put any stock in it, kid."
Christopher took a few steps back and pushed against Jasper. "Fuck you, fuck all of you," Christopher hissed, Oliver clinging tightly to Christopher. His face was full of tears of rage.
Gerald, the head of the yellow dragon family, followed Christopher every step of the way, waving the bodyguards over. "Hold him down." The two men grabbed Christopher by his arms and Gerald yanked Oliver from his arms, who immediately began to struggle. He kicked wildly and even bit Gerald's arm.
"Bastard," Gerald hissed and punched Oliver in the face. "What the fuck! Keep your fucking hands away from Oliver," Christopher screamed, trying to break free, but the two bodyguards held on to him no matter how hard I tried to thrash around. "Why the fuck don't I have combat skills!" growled Christopher loudly.
"Narcotics!" roared Gerald, holding Oliver very roughly and looking urgently at the doctor, who shook his head frantically. "I don't do that! I don't stun innocent children!" the doctor shouted desperately.
"You have a family too, a daughter and a wife, don't you?" Gerald held Oliver at a certain distance away from him, as he was still kicking around. "If you want your family to go on living in peace, you know I have the power, then do as I say now!"
The doctor swallowed once, went into a room for a moment, he was accompanied by another bodyguard so he wouldn't snap, and he came back with a syringe in his hand and injected the anaesthetic into Oliver's arm while Gerald held him tightly. "I'm sorry, little one, I have to do this...," the doctor mumbled.
Christopher shouted insults, his head red with rage as he watched Oliver's body go limp on Gerald's arm. Jasper, who was standing behind Christopher, had already tried to get closer to them during the punch Gerald had given Oliver, but one of the bodyguards knocked Jasper to the ground and he slammed his head against the railing in the hospital and fainted.
"What's wrong with you people? Take me rather than some fucking innocent kid!" Christopher yelled. "No, you can't give us what we need. Only Leo and Oliver can do that. You'll see." Gerald gave the limp child's body to his wife, who just watched the whole thing with a grin.
"We've got what we need for now, so let's retire. Call me immediately if anything happens with Leon," he said threateningly to the doctor, leaving the corridor with his wife and Oliver and also leaving the hospital.
The bodyguards continued to hold Christopher until they could assume that the Fahras were long gone and then, without saying a word, stood in front of the door to the room where Leo was lying.
Christopher sank to his knees. He pounded the floor with his fists. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." "Where's Oliver?" the voice beside him grumbled exhaustedly. The doctor, once he was sure the Fahras were gone, stormed over to Jasper.
"You've got a head laceration!" "Where's Oliver?" Jasper repeated. The doctor bit his lower lip. "I'm sorry..." "What did you do?" Jasper grumbled, slapping the doctor's hand away. "I'm fine and I don't want any help from you. Now, where's Oliver?"
"They drugged him and took him away," Christopher hissed loudly. "What the hell is going on here? What do they want with Oliver and Leo? This isn't normal! They're obsessed."
Jasper shook his head in pain: "I don't know either. All I know is that Leo has always been a bit different, but I don't know why. But the Fahras seem to know something that we don't and Leo probably doesn't either, otherwise he would have told me." Jasper got up from the ground and stood up, holding on to the railing.
"So what do we do now?" Christopher asked desperately, he had stopped hitting the floor but was still on his knees fighting back tears. "I couldn't even protect my child, what can I do?" Christopher grumbled, hurt.
Jasper slapped Christopher on the back of the head. "You idiot. Your snivelling behavior won't bring Oliver back and it won't make Leo better either. Let's think about what to do now instead of moping around."
"What are we supposed to do? If we can't deal with so few people on their side here in the hospital, how are we supposed to deal with them on their estate?" Christopher shouted at Jasper.
Jasper sighed: "You're thinking too narrow-mindedly. Give me a hand, we need to get out of here, we shouldn't discuss the plan in front of the enemy themselves." "Tsk," Christopher clicked his tongue. "I know, Christopher, you're upset. Too much going on, too much information. But pull yourself together. If you can't do it for yourself, at least do it for Oliver."
Christopher tried to take a deep breath. "All right." He propped Jasper up and walked with him a few more corridors to the point where they no longer felt like they were being watched.
"So what's your plan?" grumbled Christopher. "You're not going to like it." "I don't care. I just found out I have a son and then he gets ripped out of my arms, beaten up and kidnapped. I'd do anything." "Fine, what about your parents? You also come from a dragon family with a lot of influence."
Christopher knew Jasper's plan to bring in his parents was probably the best, but he still didn't like it. He clicked his tongue again. "I let them disinherit me, I don't know if they'd even help me anymore." He shook his head in exasperation.
"Well, they've been trying to get you back all this time. They care about you, at least about your value within the family. I know you'd have to make a big sacrifice for them to help us. But isn't Leo and Oliver's safety worth it?" Jasper questioned, sitting down on a chair in the hallway.
"Shit. You're right. Fuck. I didn't thought the time would come when I'd be so fucking helpless that I'd ask my parents for help." Christopher dug his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed his father's number. For him, his father was the better option than his mother at that moment, he was more rational and often negotiated with him.
The other side of the phone beeped a few times until his father answered the call. "Christopher," he said matter-of-factly. "How come you're contacting me? You said you didn't want anything more to do with us."
Christopher didn't say anything at first. There was silence. He swallowed hard. "I need your help." "I see," the other voice replied. "And what does our dear son need our help for?" "Leo...he was hit by a car and Oliver...he was kidnapped."
"And why is that our problem? You wanted to play house with a guy who already had a child and who wasn't even part of a dragon family," Christopher's father questioned calmly. Christopher's gaze went to Jasper. He nodded and gave him confirmation that it was necessary to reveal as much as they knew.
"Do you remember the last time you spoke to Camilla, Gerald and Sophia?" "The day you threatened us with an assassin?" Christopher bit his lower lip. "Yes, that's the one. That was the day Gerald told us about his son's missing fiancé, right?" "Yes, I remember. What does that have to do with our conversation?"
"...This fiancé is my partner, Leo. So he's actually a member of the dragon family after all, the green one to be precise." "I see... So at least you're with a member of a dragon family after all, and he's even an Omega. But did it have to be the one who was already promised to the yellow dragon family and brought a child into your relationship? The boy isn't Jason's son then, is he?"
"Leo had his reasons for all of this and also..." Christopher shook his head, even though his father couldn't see it. "...Oliver is my son." A rumble was heard. "That can't be! He doesn't have violet eyes and besides, the child is already four years old!.... Wait a minute, you were in the army together. Are you saying you had...?"
"Yes. I slept with him back then." His father sighed. "And what about his eyes? Can you explain that to me?" "Sorry to butt in now. I'm Leo's family doctor and I'm the reason why Oliver doesn't have purple eyes. Back when the boy was born, I developed eye drops that turned his eyes from purple to blue."
"That can't be! Why would anyone do that! The purple eyes are a testament to our family's pride!" Jasper sighed. "But put yourself in Leo's shoes, please. Hunted by the Fahras family, who even gave him a forbidden slave seal, he tried to avoid any attention and now that he did get the attention, he's lying here in hospital fighting for his life."
"Wait, what did you say? The forbidden slave seal? Why did Gerald do that? He knows that if it got out, it would be punishable by death. Who is this Leo, Leon or something, to risk it? And above all, I wonder what they did to the boy, that he needed the seal at all...," you could tell from Christopher's father's voice that he was brooding.
"Actually, we don't really know either, not even Leo knows why they're after him," Jasper added. A short pause. "Tell me, what do you know about Leo's mother? His father was the last green dragon, what about his mother?"
Jasper shook his head. "Leo can hardly remember his mother, but he often dreams about her, that she wants to tell him something."
There was an awkward silence, then suddenly there was a bang on the other end of the phone. "Shit! I think I know what's going on." He slammed his fists on the table. "I'll sort it out and I'll get my grandson out of the bastards' hands too." With another bang, the phone was hung up.
Jasper and Christopher looked at each other, slightly confused but relieved. "Strange that he didn't even ask for anything in return...," Christopher muttered. "Yes, and his mood has changed radically. I wonder what he's found out that's made him start insulting the Fahras.... Do you think your father can be relied on?" Jasper asked, still a little worried. Christopher nodded. "Yes, if there's one thing he is, it's reliable. It's just too much for me right now."
POV: Oliver
When Oliver opened his eyes again, he was lying in the middle of a broken wooden floor. He was completely alone and his cheek hurt. "Dad? Dad?!" he called out, but no one responded. Outside the door, however, voices could be heard, one seemed to come from Gerald and the other from his son. Oliver could only make out a few words. "Influence. Power. King," he muttered and crept closer to the door to put his ear to it, but the voices disappeared.
Oliver tried to rattle the door, but it was locked. "I want to go home," he sobbed, trying to hold back his tears. He began to explore the place more closely. There were abrasions on the wooden walls that looked as if someone had counted the days by scratching lines into them. There were a lot of them. The whole walls were full of them.
There wasn't much else in the room; there was a kind of sleeping bag for young adults on the floor that was incredibly dirty, a ruined chest of drawers on the other side and a darkened window that only let a little light into the room.
Oliver crawled across the floor to the chest of drawers and began to rummage through it, but there was only a book and a photo in a destroyed glass frame inside. There were three people in the photo. A tall, slim man in a white coat. He was smiling and had sparkling green eyes and brown hair. His arm was over the shoulder of a beautiful young woman.
She was really incredibly beautiful and had extremely bright, long hair and shining golden eyes. Darker than those of the yellow dragon family, but brighter. She also had a soft smile on her face and her hands were on the shoulders of a little boy, maybe 3 years old.
His hair was also extremely light, almost white, and his eyes were golden. Oliver stroked the photo of the boy. Although he looked different in this picture, Oliver recognized the boy immediately. "Dad..."
Oliver put one and one together. "Did you live here? Is this your room and are these my grandparents?" Oliver hugged the picture to him. A few tears ran down his face. "Dad, I hope you're okay, I want to see you." He knelt on the floor and wept bitterly.
A loud thump and loud screams could be heard outside the door. Oliver retreated to the far corner of the room with the picture, his body shaking uncontrollably. There was a loud and stormy knock on the door of the wooden hut.
Oliver said nothing, he had no way of knowing who was standing in front of it. The fear that someone was going to hurt him made his body stiffen. "Oliver~," it was Jason's voice. "Oliver, you little bitch." He didn't seem to have a key, but that didn't stop him and he kicked the door several times until it broke off its hinges.
Oliver backed himself even further into the corner. "Get away from me! Get away from me!" Oliver shouted. He knew Jason meant him no harm. Jason wanted to take the opportunity that there had just been a disturbance in the villa to finish Oliver off. He had a knife in his hand, which he pointed directly at Oliver.
"You're not my son, but you're still Leo's son. This can't be and it mustn't be, I will kill you and your siblings too. I will not allow Leo to bring children into the world who were not conceived with me." Oliver tried to escape, but Jason pushed him to the ground with his foot with a kick.
Oliver retched and vomited on the floor. "How disgusting." Jason continued to push Oliver to the ground with his feet, he kicked again and then crouched on top of Oliver, holding the knife to his neck. "You're purple scum." Jason kicked once more and then scratched Oliver's neck with the tip of the knife. Small wounds appeared, gushing blood, but they immediately dried up and the cuts closed again.
Oliver stared into Jason's eyes with a look of rage. "No! You're not touching my unborn sibling!" Oliver managed to spin around and bit Jason's leg. "Well, wait, you little bastard!" he yelled, licking his knives.
Oliver narrowed his eyes. - I don't want to die. - He crouched down and waited for the knife to go into his body, but nothing happened. Oliver noticed something dripping onto his body and carefully opened one eye.
The drops were blood, but not his own. Jason cried out and sank to the ground in front of Oliver. Behind Jason stood a tall, massive man with violet eyes and black hair that was slowly turning gray.
It was his grandfather, Christopher's father. Without hesitation, he had taken the knife from behind Jason and stabbed him three times in the back. Jason was now lying bent over on the floor, bleeding profusely, Oliver was shaking and looking at his grandfather.
He had just helped him, but hopefully he didn't want to hurt him too? General Wollseif looked Oliver in the eye. He wasn't surprised, but his expression softened. "Come here, Oliver, my grandson."
Oliver's eyes widened. So he knew that Oliver was Christopher's son. Oliver picked himself up, his pain completely gone due to his passive ability. He stretched out his free arm and General Wollseif picked him up. He still clung to the picture.
"Have you come to save me?" Oliver wiped the last tears from his face. General Wollseif nodded. "Yes. Among other things. My son asked me to, and looking at you, I can hardly refuse him. You're a cute kid, you look just like Christopher."
Oliver sniffled. "I know. People often tell me that." General Wollseif smiled. He didn't look like he did that often. "Now let's get out of here." Oliver nodded. "What's that you're holding?" Oliver hesitated briefly, but then showed the picture to his grandfather. "These are my other grandparents and my dad," Oliver said proudly.
General Wollseif's eyes widened. "Are you sure these are your father and grandparents?" "Yes," Oliver nodded eagerly. "Even if Dad looks different in the picture, I would always recognize him as my dad." General Wollseif swallowed hard. "So I was right in my assumption after all. Oliver. Keep the picture no matter what, okay?" "Okay." Oliver hugged the picture to his chest and the two of them left the wooden hut.
Oliver glanced back at the wooden hut. "Everything all right, Oliver? Have you forgotten anything?" Oliver shook his head. "No, I just wanted to say goodbye to the hut." "Why would you do that? You weren't there long, were you?" His grandfather raised an eyebrow.
"Not me. But that was my dad's room. There was a book in there too, but as I can't read very well yet, I don't know what it was." "I'm glad you said so. Let's get the book and take it with us." The two of them went back inside and got the book. This time, General Wollseif took a closer look around and also saw the lines on the walls and the sleeping bag covered in white and red stains. He ignored Jason completely. He had no sympathy for the boy who had tried to stab a small child.
"Those dirty bastards. Your father must have been locked up in here for quite a long time..." hissed General Wollseif. "After what I've seen now, I'd like to burn this hut down with fire...," he grumbled and left the hut again.
"Why are you being so nice to us all of a sudden...? Papa Christopher said that you're not a nice person," Oliver asked honestly and curiously. General Wollseif laughed bitterly. "Hah, that suits him. Let's put it this way: we've been played badly, we've been cheated and deceived, yet again. And you and your father Leo play the biggest part in it."
Oliver was confused, he didn't understand what his grandfather was trying to tell him. He realized that. "You don't have to understand. You're too young and it's best you stay out of it too." Of course Oliver was curious, but as he couldn't judge his grandfather, he preferred not to ask again.
The two of them walked along the garden towards the entrance, with General Wollseif holding his hand over Oliver's eyes. They didn't want him to see what was going on around them. It was enough for him to hear the sounds, aching screams, gunshots and crossing blades. A battlefield.
A war had broken out between the two largest dragon families. Once again, the black dragons felt betrayed by the yellow dragons, as they had kept a world-changing piece of information for themselves and wanted to use it mercilessly.
The villa was increasingly overrun by people from the other dragon families. They had also received the information from the Wollseif family and therefore also harbored a grudge against the yellow dragon family.
Just as General Wollseif was about to round the last corner of the large building, a barrel was aimed at his upper body. "What have you done?!" Gerald shouted at him. "I thought we were allies by now!" "You are right person is asking me that! How long were you going to keep it a secret, huh?!" shouted General Wollseif.
"I don't know what you're talking about." The rifle clicked once, it was reloaded. "How long were you going to keep it a secret from us that our king is still alive?" Gerald swallowed hard. "I repeat, I don't know what you mean."
General Wollseif reached for the picture Oliver had in his hand and showed it to Gerald. "The boy in the picture, that's our king. And this boy is currently in a coma in intensive care after you tortured him all his life, gave him a slave mark and abused him to give birth to the next king in your family!"
"Tsk. You have no idea what I had to go through to get this far. I even got on well with the green dragon, but he just married the old queen, she was supposed to be mine. So I had to kill him, but the old bitch sealed her son that she had with the green dragon and killed herself. I had to overturn my entire plan because of them."
"You're just disgusting and blinded by power. I thought you yellows could change, but I guess you can't." General Wollseif grabbed the barrel of the rifle and pulled Gerald towards him, pushing the rifle away from him until he had it in his own hand.
"You disgusting violet. To think you are blessed with a physical ability," Gerald hissed. Behind him, his escorts, the bodyguards were shot, and one person with light blue eyes and one with blood red eyes stood there, also holding guns.
"You take him over. You've heard enough, head of the red dragon family and head of the blue dragon family. I'm taking my grandson, our prince, out of here. He doesn't have to listen to this."
"Yes, sir." The two saluted, but not to General Wollseif, but to Oliver. They grabbed Gerald by the collar and dragged him away.
General Wollseif took his hand away from Oliver's eyes. "Prince?" Oliver asked, now irritated. "I don't understand anything..." "Do you know the legend of the dragons?" Oliver nodded. "Your father is our king. The king of dragons who was thought to be dead. We will go to him now, he should know as well."
Pov: Leo
"Honey? Can you hear me?" The voice Leo heard was soft and familiar. Leo opened his eyes. He felt like he was smaller than before. His gaze was directed upwards and he was looking directly into the golden eyes of a beautiful woman with incredibly long, light-colored hair. "Mom!" he heard himself say.
He looked at his hands, they were small and dainty. "You've grown up." Leo looked confused and suddenly he had the feeling that he was getting taller and taller. Now he could look down on the woman from above. Her eyes sparkled and she took him in her arms.
"And you have a family now." Her hand rested on Leo's lower abdomen. "My son, so grown up and mature. You are my pride and joy." Leo returned the hug. He could even smell her pleasant scent. Then this couldn't be a dream, could it? "Am I dead?"
She laughed. "No, don't worry, you're not dead. I've just had my part of your seal broken. That's why I get to see you for a little while now." She stroked Leo's hair.
"Seal? What kind of seal?" Leo asked, confused. "The seal that protects you, but also takes a lot from you. Your ability to love properly, your ability to protect your family yourself. That's why you have to go now. You must go to the Dragon King's old castle and undo the rest of your seal so that you can protect your new family, my son. Even though I'm sorry to have to let you go so fast again now..." She stood on her tiptoes, gave Leo a kiss on his forehead and then pushed him away from her.
"I love you, my child. Say hello to my son-in-law and my grandchildren for me." Leo's vision blurred.
POV: Christopher
Christopher and Jasper waited in the hospital corridor for some time quietly. They feared for Oliver's life, given what they knew had happened to Leo at the Fahras'.
After a while, they heard a commotion outside Leo's room, they ran to his room scared and to their surprise, they saw the bodyguards running away and a man coming up the corridor. Christopher and Jasper prepared to fight to protect Leo, but they recognized Christopher's father with Oliver in his arms.
"Oliver!" they shouted almost simultaneously and ran towards Oliver. Oliver immediately wanted to get Christopher's arm back and Christopher gratefully accepted it. "Thank you, father. So you made it." Oliver cried again, this time with relief, and Christopher patted his head.
"Yes, and it was a good decision that I did this job, so I could confirm my suspicions." "Will you enlighten us?" Before general Wollseif could answer, Leo's room lit up in a massive glare. "What the?!" Christopher shouted and stormed into Leo's room with Jasper.
When the light had died down, they looked at the hospital bed in shock. Leo was sitting upright, staring blankly at the other people in the room. His usually blond hair was partially hereditary. Strands shone white in the sun that shone into the room.
His eyes were not blue, they were golden and emotionless. He didn't react at first. Jasper and Christopher also stood rooted to the spot, only General Wollseif, who had now stepped into the room, did something.
He approached Leo and knelt in front of the bed with his head bowed: "My king. I am loyally at your service." Leo's eyes wandered to General Wollseif, but he didn't react any further.
Christopher and Jasper looked at each other in irritation. "Father, what the fuck did you say?"