In a world ravaged by betrayal and war, Alex is thrust into a life he never asked for. Once a boy shaped by love and laughter, he is forged instead by grief, blood, and the relentless call of survival. When the storm of violence tears through his homeland, Alex must rise from the ashes of innocence and take up the mantle of a warrior.

Haunted by loss yet driven by a fire that refuses to die, he battles not only enemies on the field but the darker forces within himself. Alongside allies whose loyalty is tested, and enemies who mirror his own rage, Alex learns that true strength is not found in the swing of a blade but in the courage to endure the storm.

The Warrior is a raw, unflinching tale of grief and transformation — where every scar is a story, every battle a reckoning, and every victory paid for with pieces of the soul. It is a novel about the cost of survival, the weight of destiny, and the faint but unbreakable light of love that flickers even in the darkest nights.

A few days later, I was quietly sifting through the dense and silent forest, on the hunt for a nice and juicy deer or buck for some venison meat to feast upon. I was being patient on high alert for any hoof tracks in the snow… I wasn't having any luck, and I was viciously hungry. Finally, after hours of searching, I saw prints in the pale trail of its movement. So, I followed them. I was ravenous. Desperate. Moments later, I heard a sudden, but faint, cry for help…


 I looked at the prints and then back at where the sound was coming from… then back at the prints… I was conflicted in this moment, as I puckered my lips to the side of my mouth, with my eyes in a daze, thinking about the right move…


 After a moment of debating, I decided to keep following the prints, realizing just how cold the blood in my veins really is.


Chapter 30 - Chapter29.