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 he was inwardly seething with anger, he retained a relatively normal disposition on the outside. Only his tightly clenched fists could betray Sir Michael's true feelings on the matter.

He didn't want to admit it but truth be told, he was jealous. Even if it made no sense, as the boy he was mad at was the supposed brother, a relative, he couldn't help himself. To him, Miss Lily should be only with him, the only person who should be allowed to be near this gift of the heavens.

Yes, he was possessive, but that was just his true nature. The golden boy, the hero of Higrove, Michael had the same faults that many of the nobility had. He felt entitled, he thought that the world was his playground, its residents were his, to begin with. If he desired someone or something, it should be their honor and joy to be picked up by him.

Chapter 347 - Face-off