User:TechnobladeNeverDies2058

Hello! I'm Xavier! If you couldn't tell by whatever post I made that brought you here, I've got my grubby little fingers in. . . a few different fandoms. *Ahem* Also I like bows :)

My sword hit that of another, the roar of battle all around us- deafening to those who aren’t used to the battlefield. I was bleeding. He was bleeding. This whole bloody war was pointless anyway, run by capitalist motherfuckers who are too cowardly to come down to the battlefield and lead their forces. They’re like pawns on a chess board, always being played by the mastermind who refuses to get involved himself unless he’s forced to and our king is in check. That is my way of thinking of it, anyway, though I’m no poshie. Just a common who was too good with a sword and too good of a strategist to ignore. Like a wave washing over us, the tide of the battle turned completely, we started to win! For about half an hour we fought, blood flying everywhere, our foes dropping like flies, until backup arrived for the opposing side. There were thousands of them. We had only two thousand left of our own forces. I did what I could to keep my lot alive. I surrendered. They’d kill me, I knew they would. I’d been too much of a thorn in their side for too long, of course they wouldn’t allow me to live. That’s what you get for having common sense I suppose. They zip tied my hands together, I sent my troops home, of which they’d allowed. They’d outlawed able troops to not fight so in every village they captured, they’d be forced to fight for the assholes who are too fat to get out of their chairs. I could break the zip tie and run, but that would destroy their morale if they found a way to fight back. So I let it come. I let them lock me away for a few days, with nothing to eat but stale bread. I let them disarm me. I let them lead me to a stage, where they forced me down on my knees. The wind blew strong, which was a little odd, this area was never a windy one, though no one else seemed all that bothered by the wind. I could hear my parents crying, but I kept my position, not crying myself. They raised the axe. I blinked- and I was no longer there.

The wind had died down and I was in lush green countryside under a sun that warmed me head to toe. I could feel the heat of it flushing my body, peaceful with the sound of birds chirping in the dark forests around, they cast cool shade over part of the green, the grass was wild and grew tall to my waist.

When I looked down my hands were still tied, my hands slightly red from how tight the tie was. I picked up a branch and put it between my wrists for leverage. I twisted my hands and snapped the zip tie, the blood flow back into my hands made me feel a little weird but I was positive no serious damage had been done. I picked up the branch, as it happened to have quite a sharp end and took the bark off as to make the end appear sharper. I figured I’d need to find a way to catch food; hopefully I’d make it back to the village before nothing too serious happened. I started to walk, hoping to find a nearby village and get my bearings of where I was in the world.

I had been moving through the forest for so long the sun was just past midday, blazing hot down and giving me a burn on the back of my neck, when I heard movement from behind me. I turned around, hoping it was a person.

Towering above me, it stared down at me. I didn’t know what it was, a giant hunk of bronze, similar to what the army blacksmiths had been forced to use for cross-guards.

“Uhhh.. hello?” I asked. It roared at me and attempted to attack me- which I dodged, thanks to being used to people trying to attack me day after day and night after night. I looked down at my stick, which looked terrifyingly small in my hand; absolutely harmless for the situation. I ran. That's all I could do. I turned heel and bolted, leaping up into trees and travelling by hopping from branch to branch when the ground got too rocky. I was covered in cuts and bruises which stung my face, hands, elbows, shins and knees and crouched behind a bush, hoping I had shaken it from my trail. Its thunderous footsteps had faded into the distance a while ago, but I just wanted to be sure.

I crouched there for about 10 minutes, but tensed up again as I heard footsteps thumping, approaching the bush I was hidden behind. I thought it was another one of those metal monsters, I was certain it would find me, so I jumped out the bushes, raised my branch above my head and jumped on top of him, because yes, it was a him. I had accidentally attacked another person. He kicked my feet out from under me and knocked my branch out of my hands, before levelling a sword at my throat. I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my throat and attempted to catch my breath. He seemed to be doing the same thing.

“Who the hell are you?!” He asked.

“Ace- I’m Ace,” I replied. “I won’t hurt you.”