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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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

Captain Don's words seemed to have finally done the trick and awoke Drake from his trance. As the haze cleared up and the fog dispersed from his mind, he looked as if he was just awoken from a deep slumber.

Listening to the old man's words, the clarity gradually returned to his mind. Hesitantly he nodded at his words, with a nod, he pulled his sword down, and though he kept it unsheathed, it was now lowered, its tip facing the ground.

Seeing that the anger, the rage faded from the boy's look and that his weapon was lowered down, the old man revealed a tired smile, as he did the same and put away his short sword as well.

Next to them, Crone who was still down on the ground meanwhile have completely forgotten his earlier ordeal. The shock of the sudden turn of events made his adrenaline spike, causing him to temporarily ignore the horrible, searing, pulsating painful sensation coming from his shattered, right fist.

Chapter 532 - Thirst for knowledge