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

Under the proud, bright sun a small commotion of people could be seen forming around an otherwise open area of the emerald green plain.

Despite the scorching, blistering summer daze that dominated the peaceful land, many of the realm's sentient residents rushed to the scene, hoping to get a glimpse of what they hoped to be a grand spectacle.

The crowd formed a natural ring, a makeshift arena around the participants. On one side, a feminine shape, wrapped in a strange exotic-looking attire stood with a calm, relaxed posture. Her new attire, a black sleeveless kimono that covered most of her body, leaving ample room for movement for her arms. Below that, form-fitting cotton pants (AN: Hakama for those interested), whilst just like before it kept her feet free without restricting her in maneuvering. Finally, her head was left free, the usual half-mask, and the hooded cowl was not equipped this time.

Chapter 472 - Friendly Brawl (Part 1)