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

(AN.: Sorry for the abrupt ending yesterday. I wasn't comfortable cutting anything out, and I didn't want to go too overboard with length.)

With some great difficulty, Sarah only managed to utter a short nod accompanied by a muffled "Uhm" as a response towards the Masked Woman's gesture. Yes, she was her mother, but had she ever treated her like a real daughter? Ever since she knew, she was treated with coldness and were just taught the mystical arts. She had no knowledge about the concept of what a Mother's Love really meant, the only thing she ever got was the harsh stares.

The simple gesture from the masked woman didn't develop further. There were no hugs or any show of real motherly and familial love. Still, the much warmer, the kinder tone was what really had an effect on Sarah's heart. It was a unique, new experience for her.

Chapter 174 - Care of a Mother