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

"…and if we place an extra group of the long bow unit here, to this hill a bit to the south of the gate, I believe they wouldn't just be in a much better position… they would also be protected by this treeline from the return fire, as well as skirmishes coming their way because of the light cavalry spread around them in a sort of protective ring." Lieutenant Sievul continued explaining each of the changes she offered.

Finishing with what she wanted, she placed the quill down and took a step back from the table. Her previous shyness instantly returned, she lost her previous passionate tone and brave body language. Her shoulders slouched, once again she looked like a timid little mouse in front of the General.

"I see…" General Dorian hummed, rubbing his smooth, clean-shaven chin, focused on the revised strategy. Nodding and humming, his brows creased, Sievul wasn't sure what to do or say, she was afraid that she made a grave mistake.

Chapter 620 - A little peace and quiet