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

"[Orc] Rise, Roas. It is me who should be apologizing to you, my first one. I have neglected you and because of that, you suffered greatly. I hope you can forgive your foolish master."

After pulling the kneeling Roas from the ground, Aiden bowed deeply, as an apologetic gesture, causing great shock to all of his servants.

Roas, who was the most affected, was flustered, unsure of how to react to the gesture, he stood still, frozen on the spot. After a few seconds, however, awakening from his stupor, he hurriedly reached for his master, pulling him up from the bowing posture he kept.

"[Orc] P-please, master… there is no need for that. It is my duty as your guard to keep you safe. Wherever you point is where I should be striking. It is my failure that I was unable to complete the assignment you have entrusted me with." He stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath to settle his thoughts.

Chapter 277 - A slew of rewards (Part 1)