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

Walking the distance towards the strange, bioluminescent clearing with the overgrown lichens took less time than expected, as Aiden's thoughts continued racing trying to find some answers to his most pressing identity questions.

Arriving at the magical barrier that seemed to withstand and block all outsiders from taking a step inside, Aiden, just like before crossed through with ease. Once done so, he quickly found himself at the other side, the barren wasteland, this horrific, another world with the lone tent-like shack not too far away from him.

In front of it, there was already a large bonfire lit. Its long, tall orange flames danced their rhythmic dance against each other, wiggling and squirting towards high up the sky. The fire was much bigger than what they set in the camp, reaching the heights of the yurt behind it.

Chapter 234 - Comrade