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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UPDATE: A supportive reader has created a Discord Server. Here's the link if you would like to reach out to me and/or join the community:

http://discord.link/Shaele

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If you would like to support me and leave me a personalized message, you can buy me a 'coffee' at Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/shaele

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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

<p>(AN: Please don't lynch me, please don't lynch me! Before you throw the first rock at me, remember I did mention that we will be opening up the world and cover some darker themes. I already made concessions against the original version, so please just try to enjoy the arc and know that I will make it right, I promise!)</p>

<p>Underground of Higrove's notorious Slums, in a dimly lit room a battered, beaten and chained girl sat on the ground only in her underwear. Torn remains of her clothing were scattered all around the dirty floor, mixed with her red bloodstains. Strangely, however, her captors left the amulet on her neck untouched, still carefully hidden inside the black leather pouch. She had her face buried in the depths of her kneecaps, she was sobbing. </p>

Chapter 93 - Kidnapped (Part 1)