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

"W-what did you do?!" Seeing his men sprawled out, fainted, and possibly even in worse, critical condition, the unshaven, black-haired man was immediately alerted.

Unlike most of the haughty, arrogant, and drunk local thugs, he was rather clear-headed. If someone could knock two of his officers in an instant, without anyone seeing it, is not normal and definitely not someone he should be crossing arms against.

At least not over something as some spilled beer.

Taking a couple of breaths, a thin smile appeared over his face as he took a step back and raised his palms in front of him.

"Now, now… There is no need to be hasty. It was just, after all, a mistake, which he already apologized for. I may have reacted harshly, which I apologize for." Turning around, he grabbed the old man's shoulders and pulled him back up on his face. "Here you go, old man. I apologize for my behavior."

Chapter 390 - Sorrows