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

(AN: In case you are interested about an update of my situation, check the Author's Note section)

With nearly half of the Gupta residents currently were still either out of commission or just slowly starting to return, most of those that stayed behind were left speechless with the shock and fright they felt when suddenly two blurry silhouettes dashed across the skies above them.

For what was only a brief, fleeting moment, they saw two vaguely humanoid shapes with two wings protruding at their backs as they flew, raced towards the direction of where the mountains and the farms reside.

Their speed, though fast, was luckily nowhere near to the threshold of the speed of sound, making the unaware Gupta residents evade a disaster. Yet, unaware of such laws of nature even existed they were blissfully unaware of the calamity they just narrowly evaded.

Chapter 481 - The Race