Ronan stood leaning on a tree, looking out on the field he was currently standing in.

He was one of the best knights to ever walk for Arcadia. He was so good, there were a few times he had been rewarded by the gods for his amazing works.

However, today he was feeling low. He felt a little hollow. Being a hero to his kingdom was an exhausting task; despite the love he had for his occupation. He felt for something... more.