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

Looking at the looming threat as it lurked closer and closer both Scarlet and Drake were clear that there was no point in even attempting to communicate with the monstrous entity.

The creature snarled viciously as the pair of dark globules, its pair of compound eyes focused on the royal siblings just a dozen or so yards ahead of it. A few sharp snarls were heard from it only, its eerie howling was silent and low as it continued creeping closer, walking from light source to light source.

Whilst it was undeniable that its tied-up captive kin above was intelligent, cunning, and scheming, they weren't too inclined to reason with them. Their deep-seated hatred and killing intent were painfully obvious.

Both siblings gripped their weapons firmly in their hands, gripping them tightly in murderous fury. Slowly, Drake unsheathed Mort from its holster and held it with its facing blade downwards the ground by his side.

Chapter 583 - Bloody Battle