There are days so dark, and times so dangerous, none dare come forward. Where do you turn when there is no one to turn to? Where do you find hope when all hope is lost? When catastrophe looms on the horizon, can any be found to face it? For days such as these does God send us heroes.

I’ve often thought about the strangers from Ravenshire; four who became my closest of friends. Just as the fledgling rebellion began to gain a foothold, tragedy struck; its very existence hanging precariously in the balance. Once again the four knights pledged their assistance. It is one thing to ask someone to risk their life. It is another to ask them to lay that life down. Few ever returned from the Ethereal Region. Never has so much been asked of so few. And history didn’t care.

Supposedly, a knight is born of nobility. Where was that nobility when we needed them most? It was the outcasts who protected us all. The world held little value in the knights from Ravenshire. Yet it was they who bore our battle scars. In a world that despised them they fought on with honor. How can you ever thank them? All I can do is to tell their story…

Also I heard the voice of the Lord saying, whom shall I send, and who will go for us?
Then said I, here am I; send me. Isaiah 6:8

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