The warrior of two world

The Night He Disappeared ************************* 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.