Shaele

Darkness. The ultimate ruler, the true One-Above-All. Everything starts from it, and everything returns to it eventually. People say that in your final moments, darkness seeps in your very existence, engulfs your whole being. They say it’s an incredibly relaxing feeling that takes you on your journey to your afterlife. They say that in the very darkness, the ‘nothingness’ your weary soul will finally be able to rest and relax. This brings up some very philosophical and existential questions. Do you even exist?

Follow the epic journey of Aiden, the last primal, a unique and ancient race as he finds his place in a strange, new world, filled with threats and violence.

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This story (and the world itself) is something I started writing and creating 15 years ago, while I was telling stories with my friends in our regular D&D sessions. The world is a hand-crafted fantasy world, filled with history and lore that we created over the course of years. While I may be new to the writing scene, I will do my very best to bring you an enjoyable experience. 

Hope you enjoy the journey just as much as I enjoyed creating it.

The Last Primal

Aiden sighed, as he already guessed, what was going to happen when he did not see the quest completion notification when he exited the illusion. Transforming his arms once again and focusing on the old hermit, he said.

"Lily, hope you have rested enough..."

Lily's voice sounded from behind. There was no hesitation, nor any fear in it.

"Of course brother! Let's do this together!"

As she said that, she already had an arrow placed in her bow. Stretching the bowstring, she closed her eyes, and silently muttered the chant to Naone to bless his next attack.

"Oh Naone, gentle and kind mother of all elves, please bless this arrow and guide it to the hearts of our enemies! Please let this unworthy one stand strong against our enemies! Roaloth tha inneth!"

Chapter 67 - Ripples and Sparks