Everyone has a Dream. Be it opening multiple shops, or changing the way people view something. Everyone has their goal, the one thing they strive for. The one thing they would do anything to make a reality.

My Dream is to be a Hero.

In order to make my Dream come true, I had to give up my name.

A true Arc, wouldn't have stolen a family heirloom and ran away.

I left my family, I stole from them, I don't deserve to carry the Arc name, I don't deserve the name they gave me.

I was no longer Jaune Arc.

I am just a stranger now.

A stranger who swore to never lie, cheat, or steal, again.

After arriving in Vale I sent a letter to Beacon, requesting admittance, despite having no prior training.

I got denied.

After getting drunk, and telling my story to another drunk, he unlocked something magical.

These were his words:

"Well normally you say a heartfelt chant, and lead the soul out. But since I don't know you, we'll do it the Fun way."

Then his hand glowed red and he slammed his palm against my chest, I felt a cold grip pierce my skin, then my body responded by bursting in white light.

I didn't give up my dream, but If I couldn't be a huntsman, I'll be The HuntsMan.