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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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

The bright, unrestrained, bright rays of the sun have long since banished the brooding, cool night. The streets of Higrove were filled with a colorful mixture of a crowd, adventurers, merchants, simple commoners paced towards their destination.

All the while they were completely oblivious of the dangers lurking beneath the surface, unaware of the grand changes that destiny has in store for this landscape. This current peace, this 'calm before the storm', was but a fleeting moment in the grand passage of time. Soon, these calm, smiling, and cheerful mortals will once again taste the howls of death and despair.

The drums of conquest were already playing the tune, and the upcoming calamity is upon humanity once again.

As the sun kept pestering the covers in front of a large square-shaped window, only thin strands of its all-powerful glory managed to pierce the veil of silk, keeping the room under an obscure dim light.

Chapter 450 - No more sleepy-sleepy!