A great catastrophe draws near. Out of nowhere, the demons infesting the lands of Sharia became frantic. The once barbaric clans gathering under common banners. Hordes moving as one. A new Great War brews in the horizon. Aaron is a simple squire. Training in the merchant town of Rivercross, under a Paladin in hopes of one day become one of the great demon hunters himself. A hero and a symbol of hope for the common folk. Training safely away from the frontlines. Until the day tragedy hits home. His temple is attacked by the Horde. The city is destroyed. His people, lost. And even his own life seems to be forfeit. At least before he sees himself in the care of a curious herbalist, in a village far away from home. Second chances are rare to come by. Aaron intends to make good on the one he has been given. Now a errant knight. No house name or patron to fall back on. Aaron prepares for a journey that will take him through the four corners of Sharia with a mission: Avenge his people. --- Disclaimers: English is not my first language. Its my first time publishing a work. Cross-posted on Scribblehub. Please be patient with me. No schedule. Will update when the chapter is ready. I just ask you give it a chance.