A week before I found myself on the shores of the Cursed Island...
"You did a great job as always, Angelo," my father praises me as his steel sword lodges itself on the dirt just a couple of inches away from his feet after I effortlessly bat it away with my wooden one. "I always know that you are gifted and there's no question about that, especially when you are the child of the Silver Hero."
And there's that name again.
Father never fails to mention that person after every sparring session we have. And today is no different.
With a sigh, I let him be and head on over towards him to pick up his sword.
"Angelo, listen..." Father says in a serious voice as he places a hand on my shoulder. "You truly have the talent and the potential to become great. Maybe you'll turn into someone greate
