Forged Destiny [Book 1: Ch. 1]

The simple fact was; I wasn't a Hero because the words that floated above my head said I wasn't.

Jaune, they read. And beneath that a single word… Blacksmith.

It was the Class I'd been born with, and it was the Class that I'd carry into my grave. I was a Blacksmith, as my father's was – and his father before him. There was no changing that irredeemable fact of life… some were born Warriors, others Mages, Archers or Paladins. Some were born Shopkeepers, Farmers or Blacksmiths. There was no use railing against it. The world was neither cruel nor kind, it simply was.

But as the unusual medallion I'd found slipped over my neck, coming to hide behind the steel of my breastplate, the words began to shimmer and change. I'd seen it before of course… with how much was relying on it, I'd tested it a thousand times. Yet each and every time it left my throat dry, as I waited for it to fail and expose me as the fraud I was. The words were different now… my Class wasn't different, I could still feel the skills and stats of the Blacksmith I was. But to the world outside, I was no longer that person.

To the world outside; I was a Knight.

—Forged Destiny [Book 1: Ch. 1]