I grew fast being a 20 year old in a baby made my experience way higher then that of any other at my age at all. I forced my body to do that which was unthinkable before me walking by 2 talking by 3 and by 4 understanding the language of hilonu perfectly. Being able to hold conversations with those far past my age with this I was always thrown into that which was not made for one if my statue but with that I grew fast and strong.
By the time I reached age 6 I was 4 feet 7 inches seeming like a large pre teen when I became 8 I reached 5 feet and 4 inches at 10 years old I was 6 feet at which i sarificed my baby teeth and by the time I became a 16 year old I was 7'2 a gaint in all sense I weighed almost 300 pounds no one ever from my land had ever grown to such extent that eyes from all over the world slowly started to turn my way. Because of this by the time i reached 18 I was invited by 5 nations and 4 army parties to join all giving various benefits and different pay though there was one that stood out the most.
The region of vallcosa there wasn't much to there glamor or there benefits but to there freedom I wasn't seen as a pawn or a tool but more of a wild card able to develop in any way. I used and absolutely abused it there wasn't s a factor that I took advantage of and built my self with it while the whole time sacrificing 1/3 of my blood to make my body super trained as if it is used to having less blood when my full function are available I'll be unstoppable. While I train my self too I am always going more raw power from my sacrificed blood which i don't stop until December 7th 1257.
On this day I was pulled or "drawn" as they told me a courier came to my small home I was provided with stating.
"Its the time of war and our forces have been pushed back the lines have crumbed we request the "Ace of spades" you have been drawn save us or fall on the field with us there is no other choice"
Knowing I couldn't say no I simply replied with
"Where's my sword my helm or my breastplate do you request me to die with nothing"
"Shocked the courier simple said I don't know meet with the captain of the rapid response regiment out side they are waiting for you and most likely have it"
With a heavy huff and a heavy foot I got up kicking down the door with my hands in my shorts pocket dripping blood from my pores like I normally do to sacrifice my blood.
With a scream and every eye from the group there I was greeted with a.
" WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU AND YOUR STATUER BOY YOUR A KNIGHT"
Bending down to look at him face to face I said"no I'm an ace so where's my equipment".
An attempt was made by him to claim back him position and statuer but I completely ignored it finding my items while being yelled at. After putting on everything and being ready I hear the captain try to say "IF YOU DONT WANT TO BE COURT MARSHALED LISTEN."
To which I asked to courier where the war was and took of at extreme speed leaving the group in the dust. The battle still a days travel away took me about 2/3 of a day to get there so when I arrived the war was at a stand still with both sides regrouping. This was a great opportunity for me to "test" What was normally strong without a second thought I charged into pur camp screaming "CALVERY YOUR ACE IS HERE FOLLOW FOR GLORY AND BLOODSHED" in about w minutes I was through the camp many of our troops shocked and standing still.
Though I kept moving going straight towards the enemy there attempted the stop me with arrows but to no avail not even the balista bolt work it was just a moving ramp for me deflecting it and slaming it into the ground I uses it to shoot myself into their lines.
With the battlecry still reverberating in the air, I surged into the enemy's ranks like a storm unleashed. My enormous frame, powered by the sacrifices of my blood, tore through their formations. Soldiers flinched and faltered, their eyes wide with fear at the sight of this behemoth barreling towards them. I was not merely a soldier; I was a cataclysm, a force of nature, forged from suffering and honed in the fires of relentless torment.
The ground quaked under my feet, each step leaving a crater in the earth, a testament to the raw power coursing through my veins. Arrows snapped against my skin, their points shattering upon impact, as I grabbed a fallen enemy's sword, its blade singing a discordant tune to match the chaos around us. With a roar that split the sky, I swung the blade, cleaving through armor and bone with equal ease. Heads and limbs were severed, arcs of blood painting a grotesque tapestry upon the battlefield.
My voice thundered over the clamor of combat, "To me! Rally and crush them!" Inspired or driven by sheer terror, my own troops rallied behind their towering titan, their morale bolstered by my indomitable presence. We moved as one, a relentless tide, washing over the enemy with unstoppable fury. The ground, slick with blood and littered with the detritus of war, became a morbid slurry under our feet.
The enemy's lines broke under our charge, their formation crumbling as they tried to retreat. But there was no escape from the wrath of the Ace of Spades. I leaped forward, landing amidst their retreating forces, and with every swing of my sword, I reaped lives like a grim harvester. Screams filled the air, a symphony of horror that played to the rhythm of my heartbeat.
As the sun set, casting long shadows over the blood-soaked field, the enemy's will to fight evaporated. They dropped their weapons, kneeling and pleading for mercy that would not come. I stood among them, a colossus cloaked in the twilight, my eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of continued resistance.
With the enemy vanquished and my troops cheering, I planted my sword in the ground before me, declaring, "This field is ours! But remember, it was bought with blood and iron!" The roar of approval from my soldiers filled the evening air, a grim reminder of the cost of victory and the price of my own unending sacrifice.
With This I grabbed my blade and walked away. Shaking the ground while doing so the battles fields commander attempted to talk to me but was knocked down by the shifting earth under my feet. Looking at the whimpering man I lowered my voice as much as I could as said
" If you can't even be in my presence while I walk, you do not have the right to discuss with me"
Everyone avoided me at that point except three annoying solders who's name did not care to learn. There where simply as I saw them vanguard,rook, and blade as there roles and that was it though one was quite large too it was somewhat refreshing to see some one only 7 inches from my statuer. Dismissing them did nothing and they where forgotten by the commander "the second the steped foot in my tent" his words when I told him to take back his shrimp.
Somewhat angered I resorted to the only thing I knew sacrifice and growth. Leaving the tents and going into the war field I drew my sword and begun practicing my blade skills while sacrificeing my blood,fingernails, and the top layer of my skin waist up. In and explosion of skin and blood my body turned red from the loss of my skin and the soaking of blood.
Standing there I looked like a "blood giant" i only knew this as when I sarificed myself the rook,vanguard, and blade had seen me shouting this. To this I responded with "I may be that but this is my blood and no one's else nor am I an enemy I'm your ace". That night I grew much as they ran from pure fright it fuled something in me that I had almost forgotten about.
In a rage almost a fit at the fact that through loss only do I gain I ravaged that field. Leaving scares as deep as 1 mile in long swaying swoops spaning hundreds of feet. After thus I left trailing blood all the way back to the camp straight into my tent.
Waking up that morning was the worst of all as I was greeted not with a medal or food for my works no I was meet by the entire combined forces of that which was my own and that which i still consider an enemy.