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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UPDATE: A supportive reader has created a Discord Server. Here's the link if you would like to reach out to me and/or join the community:

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

Complete and utter silence ensued inside the spacious arena. The spectating crowd looked at the unbelievable results of the duel with utter and wild shock on their faces.

The strongest of them, the idol and the unbeatable leader, the skilled swordsman, Sir Michael Sonovan was defeated. Just like that, with one single attack, he was sent flying like a broken kite.

The boy was so incredibly fast that nobody even managed to catch his attack. One instant he was standing still looking aloof, uncaring, and calm, and in the next, he was in front of Sir Michael who was then suddenly sent back flying, crashing against the wall violently.

Nobody dared to utter a single word, everyone was looking at the scene, unable to come to any proper conclusions in their disturbed minds. Slowly the gazes of the people wandered from the motionless body of their defeated leader to the casual looking, thin frame of this unknown boy.

Chapter 349 - Collecting Bets