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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If you would like to support me and leave me a personalized message, you can buy me a 'coffee' at Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/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

<p>The day long had turned away and gave way to the pale crescent moon to shine like a silvery claw in the clear and dark night sky.  The thick crowd of interested or perhaps just meddlesome citizenry have long been mostly dispersed, making their way back to their homes with dejected, slumped shoulders.</p>

<p>Still, there were a few that kept their vigil and were awaiting some news, any sort of information they could get their grabby hands on. They were mostly servants of either some lords, patriarchs of some households, or bosses and leaders of a variety of groups. Merchants or in some cases with shadier occupations… They all kept their vigil for a colorful mixture of reasons so they could report back something worthwhile and hopefully earn some rewards for their perseverance.</p>

Chapter 433 - Tracking