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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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

While the girls busied themselves in setting the other poor, ill-fated slaves free, Aiden left the building and was on his way to leave the premises and get back to the shaman once again, hopefully gaining at least some answers to the million questions that kept screaming inside his mind.

Already expecting some sort of resistance from the guards, Aiden wasn't too surprised when he was stopped by the tips of the pike aimed at his throat from both guards.

"[Goblin] What happened inside? Something was extra loud?" The guard closest, the left one asked the question with a not-too-bad goblin dialect, meanwhile, he started poking his pike at him.

Even though he expected some questioning, having weapons aimed at him didn't sit too well with Aiden's already agitated mindset.

Instead of answering, his eyes flared up, his glowing golden eyes were fixated on the guard.

Chapter 232 - Beg for mercy