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

[Language: Reptilian - Basic discovered! Analyzing information… Error: Base Reptilian Core missing - Unable to Process!]

[Host is advised to assimilate with at least one of the local lifeforms in order to continue with the system process. Required vocational organs missing.]

Looking at the messages, Aiden wasn't the least bit surprised. These creatures, apparently from reptilian origins were using a language very similar to what he heard back in the sewers from Thuk's skink tribe. The way they created these clicking sounds were indeed pointing towards some sort of special organ unique to their race only, thus it made perfect sense that he would be unable to acquire the ability to reciprocate or even be able to distinguish between the similar-sounding clicks without the aid of something more precise.

Chapter 538 - Peaceful Approach