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What can be considered a treasure?

Brandon was the largest dragon there was. His old scales alone could buy an entire country. But he did not have a treasure to speak of.

Just gold, glistering gems, and a homey cottage where he hid when the goings got tough.

One day, as he was collecting wild herbs, he found his treasure.

Beaten, with a slavery rune on him, barely alive.

Pan was not much, but to Brandon, he was a treasure.

A treasure fit for a dragon.

The Dragon's Treasure (BL)

When Pan woke up, his head was throbbing. Brunhilde looked at him so, as if Pan was going to bite her. When the Viking woman hugged her daughter closer to herself, and edged away as far as the chair allowed her, Pan lowered his gaze.

"Brandon is saving Arnold and Michael," Brunhilde said, for the silence was too much for her to bear.

She knew that Pan was still the same Pan who had been there, in the clinic, and had saved the life of her daughter.

But his mana was all wrong. A mother always worried.

"That's good," Pan said, as he shrugged the blanked from himself. "Do you need anything?"

"Good," Pan said, as he stood up. "I'll make something really quick and am coming back."

Pan knew the basics of making a medicinal oil. He had run out, but he still had some dried herbs powder which he could use. Now, he only needed to find some olive oil, and he could have something to rub on his forehead.

Chapter 41: The silence