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

New orange rays shone through the window, showing the beauty of the many tan hues that weave together to make the fabric of the new day. On the best closest to the oval-shaped window, a cute yawn could be heard under the cover of the cool sheets.

A warm ball of light filtered through her thin eyelids bringing her back from dreamland. Rays of brightness cast their circles on the wooden tile floor, reflecting onto several objects in the room which decorated its otherwise simplicity.

She blinked a few times, in an attempt to adjust her eyes to the illumination directed at her defenseless figure. Rubbing her still sleepy eyes, she peeked at the other side of the room where another messy bed could be seen.

Seeing as its resident was already gone, she clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction. She raised her arms into the air, and stretched, waking her sleeping jolts and muscles along with another, louder yawn.

Chapter 140 - Martial Arts training (Part 1)