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

"I want to request that you share a room and bed with me tonight!"

Naybeah exclamation echoed in the large but suddenly-turned silent room. Her words instantly froze each and every person present, turning wide-eyed with a mixture of shock and surprise as they gazed at the brazen blonde amazon.

Still, beneath the shock, there were a couple of other emotions rapidly rising. The usually cheery, calm blonde half-elven sister of Aiden, Lily's face was twitching as she slowly turned to face the blushing amazon with a wave of rising, boiling anger. Her face contorting, it twisted, morphing into a frown then ultimately into a scowl. Her little hands were balled into tightly clenched fists, she was doing her absolute best to not explode and lash out on the towering, muscle-head girl.

Chapter 456 - The Young Mistress' response