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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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

Seeing his dear little sister so roughed up was especially hard for Aiden. With tightly clenched fists and trying his best to stay as calm as possible, he approached the chained-up girl standing a few meters in front of him.

Just as he was about to reach the girl, who had her arms raised in the air inviting his brother into a hug, with a tear- and snot-stained face, his figure flickered and vanished only to appear right behind her. He grabbed the shackles holding her snow-white legs captive, and with a decisive motion, he ripped them apart.

Then he pulled out a rough, light brown linen bag, that had three holes at the bottom. While it wasn't its planned use, it could be used as a makeshift dress. He silently pulled the sack over the stumped Lily, who silently raised her arms to the air, and with a smile raised her chin as the cloth fell on top of her head.

Chapter 113 - Change of plans