Knock thought it was sad to leave the island Suea, but he knew he would come here soon whenever Shock, Barrel or his father wanted to have a day off or take him and his siblings away for a holiday.

He couldn't wait to tell his older brother Logan about the adventures they had. About the new discoveries, the souvenirs, the photos he had taken with his new camera. About everything.

Miriam Wiley looked at him with a smile on her face. She was the only human girl in the family, but she was Knock's best friend and human friend. He couldn't just leave her alone at the orphanage she lived in. The conditions were horrible but somehow she had managed to escape and it was there she met Knock.

Knock was always nostalgic whenever he thought of that memory. Those were good and interesting times. It was then he was looking for his lost mother, Lyvia.

All of a sudden, Shock walked over to him, giving him a gentle smile.

"Did you enjoy the trip to Anna Goodwille?" she asked, smiling. Knock nodded and pointed to his camera. The witch chuckled a little and patted his shoulder.

"I'm sure Logan will enjoy the pictures you took for him. I bet he's never seen an island like this before."

"I don't think so either." Knock replied with a gentle smile. " He will be excited to hear what we have done."

"Hey, Knock! Do you think the aristocrat will be surprised if I bring him this?" Lily asked, holding up a small magic wand. This earned her a chuckle from her big brother.

"I'm sure he will." Knock laughed. "I'm sure he will."

At the same time…

Logan had just woken from a good night's sleep. He remembered having a nightmare before, but never in his whole life had anyone comforted him, nor even cared. It was both surprising and soothing.

It really made him feel safer and he felt so loved. He hadn't experienced parents' love before, but now he had and it was something he couldn't describe with words how awesome it was.

He stretched his legs and arms. The devil boy looked out of the window to see the sun was already up. It must be around noontime.

Laura the dragon was motioning for him to get down the stairs, because she knew his parents were making breakfast and he really shouldn't miss breakfast.

He immediately caught the message and quickly put on his clothes and shoes and made his way to the kitchen.

When he finally arrived, his parents, or rather his father Lock, was sitting on a chair next to the kitchen table and read the newspapers.

"Good morning, dad." Logan said. Lock looked up from the newspaper and smiled softly.

"Good morning, Logan. How are you doing today?" he asked softly.

"I'm doing fine, thank you. By the way, where's mum?"

"She's at work." Lock replied. Logan nodded and lowered himself down onto the chair slowly. He was tired but nowhere as tired as he was three days earlier when he escaped from the mansion where his non-biological family lived.

Suddenly, he remembered one thing. He had fallen down into a purple thornbush. The purple thorns were venomous, but they weren't deadly enough to kill a creature like himself nor a human, but this didn't make it less risky.

The one who was affected by the thorns was given a severe illness which lasted for days, up to two weeks at best. At worst it could be a month, though this was extremely rare.

Logan looked nervous up at his father.

"Uh, dad." the boy said awkwardly.

"Yes, son."

"I got stung by purple thorns. I took them out but now I feel strange. Am I gonna die?!" Logan explained, now sobbing hysterically, which was very unlike him. Though it was an effect of the illness kicking in.

Lock rose up from his chair and walked over to the boy, quickly but gently placing a hand onto his forehead.

"Don't worry, Logan. You won't die. It can't kill you." Lock said, rubbing the boy's back soothingly. "Here, try and eat breakfast and after you have finished your meal, you can go straight to bed. Okay?"

"Okay." Logan said, nodding. He felt calmer now when he heard he wasn't going to die. It was so scary! Feeling shaken up by the fact that he was sick, the boy slowly ate the cereal with milk and finished it rather quickly.

As soon as he was done, Lock helped him up the stairs towards his room. The teenager laid in his bed, watching his father pulling up the blanket to his chin. It felt nice to be tucked in.

He was used to having a butler doing this, but when he came home he had to do this himself, but now when he was too tired, his father was kind enough to do it.

Then, the scary thoughts returned. What if he died? What would happen if he isn't strong enough to survive the illness?

"Dad?" he said weakly. Lock glanced at him with calm eyes, taking in the frightened appearance on his son's face.

"Yes?"

"I don't want to die." the boy sobbed. Sitting down next to him on the bed, Lock gently stroked his son's hair.

"You're not going to die, Logan." he whispered. "You're going to be fine. I'm staying at home with you and I am sure Shock has some herbs she can give you. She'll be home today."

Upon hearing his father's voice and feeling that he wasn't alone, Logan felt safe enough to let himself drifting away into a deep sleep. Lock on the other hand, watched him sleep for a moment or two before quietly walking out of the room.

He needed to call a friend of his who could help him find a remedy to cure the boy and he knew exactly who to call…...