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

"[Goblin] Grab the strand of human hair from that vial, and gently place it atop the gemstone in the ring." With a broad, warm smile, Aiden calmly instructed this fidgeting, shy servant of his.

Still flabbergasted by all that was going on and her mind in a chaotic mess due to the fact that she received a ring, a piece of precious jewelry from her adored Young Master, Galina had to take almost a full minute before her mind could register the words.

Embarrassed by her shameful display, her green skintone turned into a bright shade of pink at her cheeks, her eyes were watery with all the gathered shame-filled tears continued convergence.

Eventually, she gave a weak nod, showing that she understood the commands, and plopped the cork off the crystal vial, throwing it far away to the ground. Overturning the vial, she watched as the thin, fiery red strand of mane slowly flew out of the vial.

Chapter 322 - The Perfect Disguise