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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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

"Huh? What's happening…." The change in the behavior of the Skinks was so sudden, so abrupt, that none of the party members knew what to do, how to react. They looked around with bewildered, confused eyes,  tightly clenching to their weapons (or, to their fists in case of Lily), eying the little yellow-eyed bastards as they slowly, but surely backed away.

What was even more baffling was the target of each of the little demon's gazes: Aiden. Each and every one of the small, at most meter-long bipedal reptilian creatures, that, just a moment ago seemed like vicious, feral monsters, were gazing at the long, black-haired youth with surprisingly complex gazes.

There was no anger, or rage in their yellow eyes any more. No, on the contrary, a look of awe, and respect. Fear and Reverence. Strange, conflicting emotions, but most importantly, intelligence that shouldn't be normally possible.

Chapter 411 - Losing Control