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

"Sorry, but that seat is already taken." She answered curtly, looking at the blonde-haired youth.

"Yes, our friend has just gone to place our orders for tonight!" Cole chimed in, gathering up his courage from Mary's words.

Hearing this, the boy frowned then gave a slight, imperceptible nod towards his bald, muscled henchmen. The man, understanding the request, gave a loud boisterous guffaw, masking his intention as he gave a strong hit on Cole's back in the guise of a 'friendly' pat.

Cole was almost thrown off the chair under the strong blow, barely able to hold himself straight and not hit the table helplessly.

"Ahahaha! Boy, you sure are funny!" he bellowed amidst his laughter.

Still, while he wore his armor, the single blow from the man gave him pain similar to if he was hit by a powerful blunt object. He coughed in response, spitting up small droplets of blood on the table.

Chapter 177 - That’s my seat