"Remember, this is for your father," Sam whispered as he tightened his grip on the old sword he was carrying.
Some would ask him why he would bring such an old sword to the tournament. The answer was simple, it was a family treasure. This was the sword that his father had used to slay an Epic creature in the past.
Originally, Sam wouldn't have wanted to use the sword as he didn't feel worthy yet… but that changed about a year ago when his father had gotten an illness.
The healers told him that unless a healer of the highest level performed a skill on the sick man, he would die.
And Sam and his family, being poor, couldn't afford such things… that was until the emperor announced the tournament.
Sam might not have been part of the most prestigious academy in the empire, and yet he didn't give up. He trained endlessly until exhaustion and beyond, all in the name of winning the tournament, all so his father could walk again.
