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

"Finally… I… reached… the end…" With great difficulties and sheer willpower, Drake eventually reached the end of the downwards slope, reaching the entrance of what seemed to be a large, and completely dark cave.

He was struggling to keep himself standing at this point. The air was hard to breathe, according to Mort there was an unknown type of energy, something even he couldn't process. Permeating, lingering in the atmosphere around them. He didn't doubt that, as although the only reliable source of lighting came from the strange bioluminescent moss on the walls and from Mort who at this point only flashed dimly, every now and then. It was clear that his reserves were close to being depleted, the soul living inside the majestic, ornate sword wouldn't be able to keep up much longer.

A faint, hollow flash signaled another message being transmitted to Drake's mind, who upon receiving it sighed with a saddened, pained expression.

Chapter 306 - The Most Important Question