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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If you would like to support me and leave me a personalized message, you can buy me a 'coffee' at Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/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: Let me start by saying sorry for the weird update schedule lately. I would rather not go into details for now, but believe me, when I say, I'm dealing with some things and I'm trying my best to get everything out of the way.)

His body listlessly fell down as Aiden's consciousness was suddenly and so violently ripped away. Like a small cave, the inner walls of the tree supported his unconscious self, keeping him comfortably situated whilst his mind wandered somewhere else.

Feeling a powerful force sucking away everything, Aiden felt as if he have fallen into a giant whirlpool in the midst of a raging storm on the sea. He was helpless, feeling more like a rag doll than anything else as his spiritual body was flung from side to side.

Chapter 518 - An elaborate trap