Chapter 98

Dario stood in his father’s study properly kitted and ready for their journey to Armenia. It was time!

He wore a well fitted shirt and a leather trouser for protection against potential hazards along with sturdy boots.

‘It’s really happening,’ he thought, staring at Lord Wilson’s sword in his hands. Few months ago, if someone had told him that he would be on his way to join a battle at this time, he would have called the person a clown. But here he was.

Dario took a deep breath, and looked around the study. There were only two outcomes; either he would be able to stand in this place again after the war or he wouldn't. His heart pounded at his reality but he summoned courage and maintained his composure.

“Go with me and bring me back safely,” he said, his voice above a whisper as he closed his eyes. “You’re my guardian angel now and it’s the least you could do, father.”

Dario said a little prayer to the spirit of his late father regardless of how upset he was with him at the moment.