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

Just as the elder councilman finished his speech, the crowd erupted into a loud, excited cheer.

From the chairs, two purple-robed councilmen stood up and walked up to the elder taking his left and right side respectively. The trio took a step back, taking their spots, creating a small triangle formation. They looked at each other, and as the elder with the golden threaded purple robe nodded, they began to chant, murmuring some incomprehensible words.

Their eyes closed, they were fully immersed into their cast, speaking in an unknown tongue, whilst pulling all of their inner energy, their mana towards their stretched-out right palms.

Chapter 509 - Tear in the fabric of reality