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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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

It didn't take too long until Lily found the specified building in the depths of this shady section of the city. She was standing a few blocks away on the flat rooftop of a dull-looking building.

Looking at the run-down building that had an eagle crudely smeared on the side with dark red paint, she had an uneasy feeling about all of this. Something felt out of place. The building wasn't that large, and from all the carnage the thugs have caused and the fear they have put into the locals, Lily found it hard to believe that such a small shack was supposed to be the headquarters of a powerful group.

Only a solitary musclehead, a bald tall guy wearing a simple black sleeveless shirt and light brown linen trousers that reached only to his shin. His barren feet that were sploshing in the muddy ground. The 'guard' or hired muscle was the only force Lily could spot even after carefully sneaking around several times.

Chapter 95 - The trap