THE WARRIORS OF TWO WORLDS

chapter four

The Birth of a Warrior

The morning came too soon. Jaden’s body still ached from the fight, but Kael didn’t give him time to rest.

“Get up,” Kael said, kicking the leg of the bench where Jaden slept. “You think one win makes you strong?”

Jaden groaned and sat up. The smell of blood still clung to his hands even after washing them the night before. He didn’t answer.

Kael threw him a short spear. “Today, you train with this.”

Jaden caught it clumsily. The wood was rough and heavy. He stared at it for a moment, then looked at Kael.

“What’s the point of this?” Jaden asked.

Kael walked around him slowly. “The point is to stay alive. You’ve learned to kill one man. Now you must learn to kill ten.”

Jaden frowned but said nothing. Kael pointed to a group of fighters across the yard. “They’re from the north. Strong arms, quick feet. You will fight them — one after another — until you can’t stand anymore.”

Jaden’s chest tightened. “What if they kill me?”

Kael smirked. “Then you’ll die a warrior, not a coward.”

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The first opponent came forward — a tall man with wild blond hair and cold eyes. He carried a wooden sword, grinning as if this were fun.

The whistle blew.

The man attacked fast, his sword cutting through the air. Jaden blocked with the spear, but the hit was strong, pushing him back. He spun the spear and jabbed forward, hitting the man’s chest. The man grunted but didn’t stop. He swung again, harder.

Jaden ducked and rolled, remembering what Kael had told him — never stand still.

He swept the spear low, hitting the man’s legs. The man stumbled. Jaden didn’t wait. He slammed the butt of the spear into his opponent’s face.

The man dropped to the sand, coughing blood.

The guards clapped, and Kael nodded. “Good. Next.”

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The next fighter was shorter but quicker. His moves were like a wild animal’s — fast, sharp, dangerous.

Jaden could barely keep up. He blocked once, twice, then a third strike caught him across the shoulder. The pain burned.

He shouted and pushed forward, slamming the spear’s shaft into the man’s stomach. The man gasped, and Jaden followed with a knee to his face.

He went down.

Another. Then another.

One by one, Jaden fought them all. By the fifth opponent, his body felt like stone. His breath came heavy, his arms shaking. Still, Kael didn’t stop him.

“Again!” Kael shouted. “Do not stop until you fall!”

The sixth opponent came. Jaden could barely lift his weapon now, but something deep inside refused to quit. Each strike hurt, each movement burned — but he kept going.

By the time the last man fell, Jaden dropped to his knees, covered in sweat and blood.

Kael walked up slowly and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Now,” he said quietly, “you begin to understand what it means to be a warrior.”

Jaden looked up, his eyes tired but burning with something new — a hunger.

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That night, Jaden sat by the fire with a few other slaves. They were quiet, tired, and broken.

A small boy, maybe sixteen, sat beside him. His name was Milo — the youngest in the camp.

“You fought well today,” Milo said softly.

Jaden nodded. “I fought because I had to.”

Milo smiled weakly. “That’s what we all say at first.”

Jaden turned to him. “What do you mean?”

Milo looked into the fire. “After a while, you stop fighting to survive. You fight because it’s the only thing that makes you feel real.”

Jaden didn’t understand it then. But later, those words would make sense.

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Days turned into weeks. The fights became routine. The pain, the screams, the smell of blood — they no longer bothered Jaden. He trained every day, his body growing stronger, his movements faster.

Kael watched him closely. Sometimes with pride, sometimes with worry.

One afternoon, Kael stood beside the pit wall, arms crossed. “You’ve learned quickly,” he said. “Too quickly.”

Jaden was sharpening his blade. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Kael nodded. “Yes. But there’s something dangerous about your eyes, Jaden. You’re not just surviving anymore.”

Jaden smiled faintly. “Maybe I finally understand what it takes.”

Kael sighed and walked away. “Be careful what you understand.”

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The next fight was different. It wasn’t a slave match. It was a public one — in front of nobles. The crowd was bigger, louder. Kael told him this fight would decide his future.

“If you win,” Kael said, “they’ll call you a champion. You’ll eat better, live better. But if you lose… you’ll be food for the dogs.”

Jaden nodded. He didn’t feel fear anymore.

When he stepped into the pit, the crowd shouted his name — “Jaden! The Beast of the Sand!”

His opponent walked in — a tall, armored man with a heavy axe. The man’s scars showed years of battle.

The horn blew.

The man swung his axe with brutal force. Jaden dodged, feeling the wind cut past his face. He rolled and struck at the man’s legs, but the armor blocked it.

The man laughed. “You think you can touch me, boy?”

Jaden didn’t answer. He waited.

The man swung again — high, strong, wide. Jaden ducked under the blow, grabbed a handful of sand, and threw it at the man’s eyes.

The crowd gasped.

Before the man could react, Jaden drove his sword into his chest — right through a weak spot in the armor.

The man froze, blood dripping from his lips. Then he fell.

Silence. Then the crowd roared.

Jaden stood there, breathing heavily, staring at the body. His heart pounded not from fear — but from excitement.

For the first time, he felt something strange… satisfaction.

Kael jumped into the pit and looked at him. “You’ve crossed the line now,” he said quietly.

Jaden turned to him. “What line?”

“The one between man and beast.”

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That night, Jaden couldn’t sleep again. The noise of the crowd echoed in his head — the cheering, the blood, the victory.

He looked at his hands, shaking slightly.

“I killed him,” he whispered. “And I liked it.”

Kael’s words returned in his mind. You’ve crossed the line.

He didn’t know what that meant yet, but deep down, he felt something had changed forever.