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

Even though the time the two groups spent away from each other didn't seem too long in reality, to them, however, it felt like an eternity.

For the next couple of minutes, only the silent sobbing of both girls was the only noise that disturbed the ensuing silence. On one side, the royal siblings, Drake and Scarlet were happy they were once again reunited, both of them looking at the other with eyes full of bliss and appreciation.  After the surprise attack, they were now hugging with adoration and happiness to be reunited once more.

"Brother! Thank god you are safe and sound!" The fiery red-haired woman's muffled voice could be heard. She slowly raised her head, looking her silver-haired brother in the eye for a brief moment, before a slight frown emerged on her woeful face. She lightly punched her brother's chest with her clenched right hand.

Chapter 332 - Impostor