I woke up the next morning to see a parcel lying on my night stand. It was more long than wide and was wrapped with a foil; although the foil was silver and not aluminum- I didn’t even know silver foils existed.
I took two steps backwards, remembering the encounter with the skunk- couldn’t be too careful these days, you know.
After having a serious conversation with my courage, I strode up to it and found a note attached to the parcel. It read, “It was your father’s. With love, Francesca.”
I wasn’t sure if I should really trust that note; even if it was from Ms. Firewalt herself. But curiosity got the better of me and I opened the parcel.
Inside laid a sword- I never pictured Oliver for a swordsman- it was long and although had a heavy look, it was surprisingly light to carry; I was su
