All Chapters of The Warrior Legend: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lost in thought, I look through the window pane and watch the people running around wildly below me. Some people hold a phone in one hand and a briefcase in the other. Others are out with friends and talk enthusiastically about some event. The girl who is walking hand in hand with her boyfriend at the boutique where I am sitting is really beaming. She looks so happy with her life and has a special look in her eyes, almost a twinkle. What about me? I'm happy?I used to be more than satisfied with my life. My life was a paradise and I never wasted the thought that it could all go wrong. I was strong and unstoppable. Nobody could contradict me and nobody dared to mess with me. In my school I was famous, rich, and loved by everyone. I was the school it girl without even having fought for it. At home, too, I was unconditionally loved by my parents. They didn't teach me to be arrogant, helpful, and empathetic. Even if I have rarely shown these qualities, they loved me every second.

In order not to think about tomorrow any further, I concentrate on the life outside again. Everywhere you look there are skyscrapers, stressed people and cars that are parked most of the time anyway because of the constant traffic jam. My little apartment is further away from the city and the view is far better than in this expensive clothes store. The only thing you can see out of the window are the expensive shops across the street, like Prada or Gucci, and not to forget the chic and expensive sports cars that are parked at the traffic lights and get the attention of rich women through the loud music . But back to the shop, this is one of the knickknack shops in town and since Dayana's parents have too much money, they can also afford to treat themselves to one of the nicest clothes. Although I feel a little uncomfortable in the shop, as if I was out of place, I still accompanied her. I used to feel right at home and at home here, as clothes and shopping were a part of my life. Bu

"Papa are you there? How is mom? ”I whisper quietly and look up at the sky.A cool wind brushes my bare shoulder and leaves goose bumps on my skin. Like almost every night I stand on my balcony and look at the sky. There's a special reason I didn't want to live in town. Here, outside of all the people, I feel free and independent. Nobody can tell me what to do. Nobody tells me anything. Here I am to myself. I feel safer under the starry sky. As if someone would watch over me and protect me."Dad, can you hear me?" I whisper and at the end of the sentence my voice breaks off.I don't expect an answer, a light wind would be enough for me as a sign that I am not alone."Do you see me?"The wind blows from the side towards me and lets my hair float in the air for a brief moment. Then they fall back down my shoulder."So you've found me then," I say quietly and accept the wind as an answer."You know", I start to talk and imagine how

When I was a pubescent teenager, I argued with my mother almost every day. I was disrespectful and talked to her like my friend was standing in front of me. Back then it was normal for me, I didn't see any fault in myself. I always thought I was doing the right thing. I stubbornly ignored her and laughed at her inwardly when she looked at me sad and disappointed. Like I said, I always blamed her. In the evening, before going to sleep, she always came to me to apologize to me. Although I was the one who had to apologize to her. But she came every time because otherwise she could not sleep. I would love to turn back the past and roast my former self first. But that's just as impossible as stopping time. My heart tightens every time I have to remember that it's too late to apologize. I can never again apologize to my mother, tell her how stupid I was and that in truth I couldn't sleep without her. It is too late. I'm driving my suitcase in the car to my uncle'

My feet creep through the crimson grass while my hands carefully clasp my sword and my eyes look all around. I feel free now, but now I am outlawed. At home I was the hunter and out here in the wild, I am the victim. The victim who could be attacked at any moment. But it feels a thousand times better than being locked in a cage. I would rather fight and die out here in the wilderness for my freedom than in a war for a king I don't even stand up for. It's night and the rustling of the trees makes me nervous. It rained yesterday, which is why the grass looks pungent red even in the dark. But I don't have time to admire nature, especially when I feel watched. I feel the presence of the fables. I feel their cravings for me. Which do you prefer more, my blood or my flesh? I laugh quietly to myself and have the feeling that I am slowly going crazy. I notice how the red eyes are getting more and more around me. When will they attack? Who am I dealing with? If I'm lucky, it's j