The idea of reaching the lands of Alfa Ross hammered strongly in my head, but especially in my heart. I hoped that once there, I would meet with who, almost without a doubt, had to be my father. Lucca Sforza.
The name left a bitter taste in my mouth, much like what, at one point, my mother had left before I knew who she was, when to me, she was only Celeste Marlowe.
The desire to reach the lands of Alfa Ross became a constant pounding in my mind and heart. The mere prospect of encountering who was most likely my father, Lucca Sforza, plunged me into a sea of conflicting emotions.
I desperately longed to see him, to confront him, and yet, an indescribable unease invaded me at the thought of what revelations awaited.
"Lucca Sforza." Just uttering his name stirred a whirlwind of emotion
