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

It was well into the later stages of the day. The sun has already passed the peak of its arc and has long since begun its slow but steady descent, reaching somewhere around the third quarter of its journey.

The sounds of a heated, but at the same time, fortunately, one-sided battle filled the vast boring emptiness of the golden desert.

An army of giant, mutant abominable insectoids swarmed around a small group of fighters forming a circle around the obstinately refusing prey for the last couple hours.

Around them, a growing pile of mutilated carcasses dripped in their own, viscous, dark, and oily blood formed a rampart around the mix of adventurers and mercenaries.

Chapter 558 - Ambushed