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

The army of Temple Guards marched forward, Aiden's resistance force have taken up their positions. He himself stood firmly atop the cracked remains of the wall, overlooking over yonder. His stern, gaze fixated on the steadily approaching army, the entire field was engulfed in agitation, they gazed at the distant mass of armored skinks tensely.

In front of Aiden's eye, a semi-transparent image floated, visible only to him. Through some means he himself did not understand completely, he could see the entire landscape from a bird's eye view.

His own force of resistance soldiers -now all sporting their unique names-, were all marked in vibrant neon green columns as they stood in formation, his assigned captains following each and every one of his conveyed orders.

Chapter 585 - Getting Ready