I thought of the men with me and my sister in the city. No fuck it luck. Fuck anybody that gets in my way. I was going to create my own way to victory. No matter what!

I striked the ground and used the sand, lighting and whatever I could to strike against the enemy.

I became a marksman. I trained with the best from the solo veterans the science of the hawk eyes.

I went beyond just being a marksman. I used the lessons I learned from my masters. I poured all my heart into every weapon or fight. I stopped looking for that lucky moment and then after while my brothers in arms and people of the Outlands gave me a new name. The sandman.

I advanced on the enemy. Hunting them down and taking them on one after the other and then I started hunting giants.

The Tide turned when giants started giving me their backs as I came hunting for them. I got word from the Kings that Cy had negotiated with Frost King. I was appointed as the champion. I met opponent and in the end. I put him to sleep. It was over. I took my sword and set my face toward the city. It was time I freed my sister.