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

Before the innkeeper, the old chubby Draconic Skink man could react, or just register what was going on, or what the hooded peddler, Aiden's words had truly meant, it was already too late.

Aiden's arm blurred, vanishing from its resting spot, and shot towards like a deadly projectile, piercing through the scaled skin of the creature's upper chest without too much of a resistance.

Before he could have a chance to process and understand what happened, the mysterious hooded figure had already sealed his fate.

The sound of flesh and skin tearing could be heard as Aiden's arm -now in its semi-transformed clawed and golden scaled form- had plunged deep within the creature's fragile frame.

Chapter 667 - Addiction