THE WARRIORS OF TWO WORLDS

PROLOGUE

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The Night He Disappeared

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Rain poured over the city that night. The streets were quiet except for the sound of water hitting the old gym roof. Inside, Jaden Cole stood alone in the ring, his fists wrapped in tape, his breath heavy.

He had just lost another match earlier that day. Another loss. Another reason for people to laugh behind his back.

“Maybe I’m just not made for this,” he muttered, looking at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were tired, his body bruised. His girlfriend Jackie had made it know to him that she was done after his last fight.

She was the only thing that kept him going. The only sanity in his life and she just sent him a break up message over a text.

Jaden loved fighting—but fighting didn’t seem to love him back.

He leaned on the ropes, thinking of his father’s words. “Winners don’t quit, Jaden.” But what if all he ever did was lose?

The lights in the gym flickered once, then twice. He frowned and looked up.

“Great… now even the lights are giving up on me,” he said with a tired laugh.

But then something strange happened. A low hum filled the room. The air felt heavy. His vision blurred, and a flash of bright light filled his eyes.

“What’s happening?” he whispered, trying to move—but his body froze. The hum turned into a loud roar, like a thousand voices screaming from far away.

Then—darkness.

When Jaden opened his eyes, the sound of rain was gone. He felt the ground—hard, dusty, and hot under his palms. He looked around and saw a huge arena. Thousands of people cheered from the stands. Men covered in scars and chains stood around him, holding weapons.

A tall man wearing bronze armor pointed a spear at him and shouted in a strange language.

Jaden’s heart pounded.

He had no idea where he was. But one thing was clear—he wasn’t in his world anymore.

Chapter one

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The Arena of Blood

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When Jaden opened his eyes, the world around him burned with light.

The sun was hot, too hot, and the air was thick with dust. He coughed, feeling his throat dry like sandpaper.

For a moment, he thought he was dreaming. But the heat, the smell of blood, and the noise from the crowd made it all too real. Thousands of people sat high in stone seats, shouting and cheering. Their faces were wild with excitement.

“What... what is this place?” Jaden whispered.

He looked down at himself. His gym clothes were gone. Instead, he wore a torn piece of cloth tied around his waist. His hands were unwrapped and covered in dirt. There were cuts on his arms, and a strange metal collar sat tight around his neck.

“Move, slave!”

A man with dark skin and a shaved head kicked him from behind. The man was huge—his muscles looked like carved stone. His eyes were cold. He held a spear in one hand and pointed toward the middle of the arena.

Jaden didn’t move. He was still trying to understand what was happening.

The man kicked him again, harder this time. “Fight, or die like a dog!”

Jaden’s heart raced. Slave? Did he just call me a slave?

Another man, smaller but equally rough-looking, threw something toward him. A wooden stick—no, a short staff. Jaden caught it out of reflex.

“Your weapon!” the guard shouted. “Fight the beast, and maybe you live.”

“Beast?” Jaden asked, but before he could say anything more, a huge gate across the arena began to rise. The ground shook as chains rattled.

From darkness came a roar so loud it made his chest and even the ground he stood on vibrated.

Out stepped a creature—half lion, half man. Its eyes glowed yellow, and its body was covered with scars. The crowd went wild. They shouted in a language Jaden didn’t understand, clapping and stomping their feet.

He froze. His brain screamed that this was impossible. Monsters didn’t exist. This couldn’t be real.

But the smell of blood and the fear crawling down his spine said otherwise.

“Fight!” the guard yelled again. “Fight or die!”

Jaden lifted the stick with shaking hands. His legs felt weak, but something deep inside told him to move.

The beast roared and charged.

Jaden jumped to the side, rolling across the sand. The stick hit the ground and bounced away. He scrambled to his feet, his heart beating fast, so fast he could faint.

The creature turned toward him again.

Jaden had trained in boxing, kickboxing, and mixed martial arts, but none of that mattered now. This wasn’t a sport—this was survival.

As the beast came at him again, Jaden grabbed the fallen stick and swung with all his strength. The hit landed on the creature’s shoulder, but it barely flinched. Instead, it backhanded him with such force that he flew across the sand, crashing into the wall.

Pain exploded in his ribs. He gasped for air.

Get up, Jaden. Get up!

He heard his father’s voice echo in his mind, the same words he used to say during his training.

“Winners don’t quit.”

Gritting his teeth, Jaden pushed himself up. Blood dripped from his mouth. His whole body shook, but his eyes locked on the beast.

If this thing wanted to kill him, he wasn’t going to die without fighting back.

The creature charged again. Jaden ducked, slid between its legs, and swung the stick upward, hitting it behind the knee. The beast roared in pain and stumbled.

Jaden saw an opening and attacked again, hitting its face, chest, anywhere he could reach. The crowd screamed even louder.

But the creature wasn’t done. It grabbed the stick mid-swing and snapped it in half like it was nothing.

Jaden’s heart sank.

He was weaponless again.

The beast raised its claw, ready to strike, when a loud horn echoed through the arena. The creature stopped mid-motion. Two guards ran forward, throwing metal chains around its neck.

The fight was over.

The beast roared in anger but didn’t fight the chains. The guards dragged it back toward the gate as the crowd cheered and threw things into the arena—flowers, coins, even food.

Jaden fell to his knees, shaking. He was still alive. Somehow.

A voice spoke behind him.

“Not bad for a first-timer.”

Jaden turned and saw a tall man walking toward him. His skin was tanned, his body lean but strong. He wore light armor and carried a sword at his side. His eyes were sharp, but there was a hint of amusement in them.

“Who are you?” Jaden asked weakly.

The man smiled. “Name’s Kael. Captain of the slaves. Looks like you’re the new one they dropped in.”

“I don’t understand any of this,” Jaden said, his voice trembling. “Where am I? Why am I here?”

Kael looked at him for a long moment. Then he laughed softly. “You’re in the city of Thessara, boy. Capital of the old empire. You’re here because the gods love to watch men kill each other. And you…” —he pointed at Jaden’s chest— “…you belong to them now.”

Jaden shook his head. “No. This can’t be real. I’m from—”

Kael raised a hand. “Save your madness. Everyone says strange things when they first arrive. You’ll learn soon enough. Eat, train, fight, and maybe you’ll live another day.”

He threw a piece of bread to Jaden and turned to leave.

Jaden caught it but didn’t eat. He just stared at the sand beneath him. His whole body hurt. His head was spinning.

He looked up at the sky—bright and cloudless, nothing like the rainy night back home.

“God… what did you do to me?” he whispered.

Kael’s voice called back as he walked away. “Welcome to the arena, boy. Welcome to hell.”

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That night, Jaden was taken into a dark underground room filled with cages. Men of all ages sat inside, silent and broken. The air smelled of sweat and fear.

A guard pushed him into one of the empty cages and locked the door. Jaden sat on the cold floor, hugging his knees.

He could still hear the cheers from the arena above. The sound made him sick.

He thought of home. His small apartment. His coach. His friends.

Would anyone even notice he was gone?

Tears filled his eyes, but he wiped them away.

“I’m not going to die here,” he said under his breath. “No matter what this place is, I’ll survive.”

He looked at his hands—bloody, shaking, but alive.

Somewhere deep inside him, something began to change. The weak fighter who used to lose every match started to fade. In his place, something harder, stronger, and darker began to rise.

And that was the night Jaden Cole, the loser, started becoming something else—

a warrior of two worlds.