The Boy of Haran

When Taiyuan fell to the northern riders, one boy survived. Across frozen plains and wind-scoured wastelands, he walked alone—carrying nothing but his father’s last command: Find General Jin Mugwang of Haran. He was not a warrior. He had never drawn a blade in battle. Yet he crossed a land where even soldiers would not travel in winter. In Haran, at the edge of the frontier, a war waits. Armies gather. Old loyalties fracture. The border does not forgive weakness. The boy who arrived half-frozen at the gates of the northern campaign will grow beneath banners of war. But survival is only the beginning. In a fractured age, he must learn when a blade must be drawn— and when it must remain sheathed. A story of war, loyalty, and the making of a man. This is my first time sharing my work on a global platform. I truly look forward to your evaluation and feedback. I am particularly interested in how readers from different cultural backgrounds perceive the story. Thank you sincerely. Note: This story may soon be contracted with another platform, so it might be removed from this site in the future. Please read while it is still available. Thank you.