My eyes grow distant, they can't be willing to allow me to fight a man like Caleb Armstrong, who's feared in all land's, minus that, he is also my dad?. No way, fighting him is like signing my own death sentence.

"Whoa, I’m sorry, I can't help you, and I got up from my chair, acting defensive.

"Please listen to us Jevon, you're needed to help in defeating your own dad," said Amelia after Diana failed in making me understand.

"I’m sorry ma, but I don't think I can, " I replied, going back to the door. I was just about to leave when I heard Amelia call a familiar...