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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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

"In that case, bring it to the Medical Tent. Derick and you, Galina are our brightest minds here, I'm certain that together you two can find some use for this… sweet-smelling herb!" The elderly captain advised after a moment of thought.

"As for you, Lilly…" He then turned to the blonde-haired girl. A tired-looking smile stretched the old man's weary expression. "…You should take a rest, you all had a long day. We can discuss the details and add your findings to our map then!"

He advised, giving a light head pat to the girl. Before Lilly could protest, the old man, stepped away, as once again, rugged footsteps reached his ears.

Looking up from the fair maiden, the captain turned his attention towards the entrance, only to frown for the umpteenth time this evening.

Chapter 609 - The Prodigal Last Group