In response to a question I got, May and Callum are just humans who traveled through time. They're not barians. Sorry if I didn't make that clear.

Misael was doing his patrol of Heartland City. It wasn't an order, just something he liked to do to get away from the craziness of the other barians(Dumon excluded). He usually did not see anything of great importance on these rounds except for making observations on the daily lives of humans which he informed Dumon about. But today, his patrol was going to take longer than usual. Alit's story about running into that new girl was a little fishy. Since the barians had came to earth, no one new had moved into Heartland aside from them. This girl was unusually nervous and had odd reactions to simple questions. This was at the very least worth looking into. Plus, he had nothing better to do. Misael jumped on a rooftop where he had clear view of this May girl's apartment, but if anyone looked out of their window it would be hard to see him. Perfect. The barian dragon-master turned his left iris red so he could better see in the apartment. Soon he heard someone yelling.

"I told you not to talk to anyone!" a man yelled

"Bu-but I didn't see any harm. They seemed nice and I thought-" a girl's trembling voice spoke.

"You thought you could become friends with them? Tell them secrets, have sleepovers, hang out? You know you're not allowed to have any friends. You're my daughter and I say you can't get close to anyone."

"I- I can have friends! You- you can't make me play your sick game, Father!"

"Oh I can't, can I?" Misael heard a loud slap and a cry of pain from May. She fell into Misael's line of sight, lying on the floor holding one side of her face. Misael's eyes widened at the sight of the girl. A muscular man ran over to the girl and picked her up by her long hair.

"You don't ever disobey me. You hear?" she nodded and he dropped her. "Good. Little girls need to respect their fathers." He walked out of Misael's sight and a door slammed, leaving May alone to whimper in pain. Misael gasped and clutched his head as he was struck with a painful headache. 'How could a parent do this to their own child?' he wondered through the growing pain in his head. He wanted to run after that man and hurt him so badly but despite all his rage at the cruelty the man had shown to his child, something made him hang back. He would later deny to himself that he had felt this way, but for some unknown reason he was afraid of this man. When the pain had subsided he looked back at the window where May was looking at a picture in a locket. Misael couldn't see what the picture was of, but it seemed to give the girl hope. She clutched it against her chest and cried. Misael had a strange desire to comfort her, but shook it off. He turned and walked back home, horrified by what he just saw.

…...

May looked out her window. She could have sworn she had seen someone, but there was no one there. It must have been a trick of the light. She sighed as she took another look at the photo in the locket she always wore. It depicted her and Misael smiling and laughing. "Oh Misael, please be safe. Don't let Father find you. I don't want to see you cry again." May murmured to herself.

…...

Misael walked into the BARian where the other barians were eating dinner.

"Hey Misael! Saved you a rice bowl." Alit held up a bowl filled with chicken and rice. Misael took it without a word.

"Dumon, could I talk to you privately?" Misael asked the barian leader. Dumon looked up from his food.

"Of course, Misael." Dumon picked up his half-empty bowl and walked into another room with Misael. He locked the door and sat down on a wooden chair. "What do you want to talk about?"

Misael swallowed. "I spied on the girl Alit and Gilag met the other day." he went on to tell Dumon everything he had seen. After he had finished, Dumon was silent for a while. Then he said,

"Why would a Father do that to his own child?"

Misael nodded. "I asked myself the exact same thing. But what I want to know right now is why I was so affected by what that son of a bitch did."

Dumon thought for a moment, then slowly replied, "I have a theory but you won't like it. The only reason I can think of is that you may have been abused in a similar manner in your past life but even then you had a stronger reaction than would be expected."

Misael said nothing but clenched his fists. "I don't care about my past life. I don't remember anything, everyone I knew in it is dead, and it can't affect my current life. But I still hate that man and what he does." The dragon-master punched through the wall in anger, then sat down and hung his head. Dumon looked closely at his friend and saw to his surprise that tears were brimming at Misael's eyes. Dumon did the only thing he could think of to make his comrade feel better. He went over to Misael and hugged him. Misael hugged back for a moment then stood up.

"We should get some rest." Dumon suggested. Misael nodded and went upstairs to his room while Dumon hustled the others into bed.

Wow, was this chapter sad. Just to be clear I did not mean that moment between Dumon and Misael to be Decisionshipping, but if you read it that way it's fine.