Once, there was a lonely hermit. He lived in a hut on the edge of cliff in the western mountains of the kingdom. The hut was an unassuming hut, well built, but without embellishment. The hermit lived out his daily routine day, after unbroken day. Awakening, performing daily exercises, farming, reading, and meditating, then Slumbering. His days were peaceful, broken only by the crash of the waves and the thunder of the sky.


    The hermit was an imposing man at first glance. Six foot four inches in height, with a physique that rivaled the kingdom’s elite warriors. Piercing green eyes, with sharp cheekbones and a shock of white hair completed the being. His movements were precise, yet smooth. At an outward glance, he appeared to be a warrior.You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    Yet, he had an aura of peaceful courage around him. He seemed… content. Content with his way of life and his chosen solitude.


    Thus the days went by. Unending, unceasing with the seasons flowing around him and his refuge. Far away from the noisy bustle of civilization, with only him, his hut, and his mind for company.


    Until that all changed with the arrival of the girl.