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

"No. There's nothing that would be of interest. Go and look at the other stores, I am certain they could offer you what you are seeking!"

Without hesitation, the grumpy old dwarf instantly denied any sort of opportunity, chance, or route for barter of any kind. He clearly did not want to have anything to do with Aiden's team, nor with anyone else for that matter.

Seeing the souring faces, the dwarf uncaringly harrumphed, before focusing his stern, cold, unfriendly gaze at the black-haired, golden-eyed youngster.

"You there, boy!" He pointed at Aiden with his surly attitude.

"You and that masked friend of yours, yes you two. Who else I would be talking to? These pesky humans?! Or this half-blood?!" He spat, a clear show of disdain flashing through his expression for a brief moment.

These words finally hit their mark, even if they weren't aimed for that. The calm, collected outlook instantly vanished from Aiden's face.

Chapter 388 - The Blacksmith (Part 2)