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.

Life in solitude in the shack by the river was peaceful and simple; there was a quietness in the dense forest, and between Joyce and me as well. We were not familiar with each other yet. It had only been a week since we met. So, we were still silent… every time Joyce would try and make conversation, I would either grunt, brush it off with one word, or just flat out ignore her. I was in no mood to be open to her about anything. I felt nothing anymore, as my soul was chipped, piece by piece, layer by layer. There was no more of the onion to peel. It had withered away completely, leaving me in a deep and dark depression.


Chapter 32 - Chapter 31.