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

Hearing the strange whispers, Aiden looked at Mary, asking the question that was on the minds of almost everyone.

"Mary, who is that man? Is he the one that will test Galina?"

However, before she could answer, Drake interjected, a frown visible on his face.

"That man is the Roaring Lion himself. He is probably one of the most famous, and one of the strongest knights in the entire kingdom, one of the acting generals in my father's army, and one of the few Rank 6 adventurers still active… Sir Arthur Sonovan, the patriarch of the Sonovan Clan."

"Sonovan?" Aiden's face twisted into a frown as he was reminded of the name of that golden-armored figure, the fly that buzzed around his sister, Sir Michael.

He looked back at the proud-looking heroic figure at the front, basking in the glory and cheer.

Chapter 377 - The Patriarch (Part 2)