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

While the fierce and wild amazon, Naybeah was giving a brutal lesson to the hulking mercenary and that the royal siblings were tied down in a more and more hopeless and desperate fight that they couldn't win without going all out, the other side of the battlefield was painting a different story.

The two girls, the blonde cheery Lily and Galina were calmly standing at their lonesome looking at a bit of distance away from them whilst calmly supporting their two loyal guardians, the war hounds, Sam and Biggy.

Lily focused on one of the lance wielders, a woman with a medium-sized light brown, chestnut-colored hair tied to a ponytail behind her back, standing behind a bald, average-built sword-and-board warrior. They were working in tandem, trying to somehow overcome this rabid predator, the growling muscle-bound war hound, Sam.

Chapter 498 - Struggles ‘twixt Torture