A/N:Hello and welcome to my very first Fanfiction, "The Knight from a Bleak Womb and a Shattered Moon". I decided to finally write something to keep my mind busy and with the hope of maybe entertaining some people. I also got my motivation from reading other fanfictions and thought "maybe i can do something similar", time will tell.

This story will contain some inspirations from the Berserk manga by Kentaro Miura, so if you know it, you know what to expect, if you haven't, this story will contain action, gore and maybe some lemons down the line if i decide on a pairing, also, my main OC will be pretty strong so if don't like that type of character, you have been warned, anyway, let us start with a classic exposition!

'In the pressent, two weeks after the Beacon Initiation'

I'ts been five years after my escape from that twisted village south from the forest, the one that mocked me for my entire life, the one that made me what i am now, a monster in knight's armor. Since then i have been living in the said forest for all this time,

using the tress as shelter,

using the grass as a bed,

and using the grimm as food.

My village regarded the 'huntsmen and huntresses' as nothing more than 'flashy idiots, that know nothing about actual hunting'. We had abilities that made these black beasts seem nothing more than prey. To them, they were monsters that had to be killed, to us, they were just animals to be preyed upon. As much as i despised my life in the village, i will never forget the thing that i have learned, and the abilities i have aquired through the...distasteful trials that i have endured.

My 'semblance' ,as they would say, allows me to stop the rapid decaying process of the black daemons, or Grimm, rending their pelts harvestable and their meats eatable, and with this, my barbaric full plate armor and my halberd, i survived, no aura, just my pure will and my equipment.

My aura was unlocked from birth, but i refuse to use it since it reminds me of her, my mother, since she died at my childbirth, and i can't bear the thought, so i don't, i don't use it.

My father, he's the reason i am what i am now, since i was seven, he started putting me trough the most brutal 'training' ever. It was no training, it was torture and he knew it, the whole village knew, ...

...oh the whips and the chains, and the spikes... the burning iron rod that was shoved my throat, leaving me able to only comunicate in grunts, animalistic noises and barely any talking. But the worst one i had to endure was THAT ritual, the one to turn him into the perfect predator against the daemons. My father couldn't be happier, turning me into this, THIS HYBRID...no, no more, please no more pain...My flesh is torn and the armor is molded and burned on my body...NO MOREEE! i scream as i lash out...

It was night and my traumas prevented me from sleeping again, so I did the best thing I can in order to calm myself, hunt. This night I had a taste for an Urs, or Ursa as they would call it, so I started walking in the forest, holding my halberd close, preparing myself for dinner.

"ROOOOOAAAAAAAR", I scream into the night hoping to attract one, and after a few minutes it came bustling from the trees, answering my call. When it saw me, it didn't hesitate to charge me with it's large paws in front. I planted the butt of my weapon in the ground, waiting for the beast to impale itself. When it got stuck, I quickly let go of the weapon and ran at it with a knife, my intention to slit it's throat. I planted the knife into the right side of it's neck and sliced all the way, blood squirting on my helmets visor, tainting the furs on my armor. As soon as it went limp I started carving it, removing it's pelt, butchering it's meat and taking the bone plate on it's head as a trophy.

Sadly, my battles are starting to attract more and more huntsmen, two weeks ago some children came in the forest up north, looking for the ruin, so I know that sooner or later they will come for me. I just hope that they will not attack me on sight because of my appearance. As brutal as I am to the daemons, i have no problems with other humans other than being somewhat shy, since I can barely talk and had no connection for five years even though I'm eighteen *sigh*, I just hope they forget abo...*WHOOSH*. I saw a flying contraption, a bullhead, Go right over my head and slowly lower itself

...

For the first time these two weeks, i said something:

"..Fuck...me...*sigh*".

They didn't land far, so i could see five forms jumping from the aircraft, four small and one taller than the rest.

'Well, no use delaying the inevitable, let's see what they want', i thought, walking to the landing zone of these people

'think, think, what can i do to seem friendly, drop my weapon, approach slowly, take of my helm...NO... the will kill me when they will see my malformed face, and i can barely talk, how can I explain anything if i have nothi...WAIT, my journal, i still have it, I hope it will satiate their interest for now.

OVER HERE, I FOUND HIM , said a female voice behind me *sigh* 'well they found me' I turn around facing the white woman waiting for her comrades, unperturbed by my armor and height, standing almost three heads taller than her, weapon at my side. Moments later, the others come, three other girls, who got shocked when they saw me, and an older man with a cane and silver hair and a mug?. Wait what?

The man approached me and asked:

"Who are you?"

A/N so that's the first chapter, i hope you enjoyed it. I couldn't decide whether to go with a backstory or the meeting as the start so i went with this, i hope it worked and has piqued your interest, anyway, thank you for reading and see you next chapter, Bye.