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

Just as the loitering clothes on the floor turned into particles and vanished into seemingly thin air, Aiden noticed that the red dots standing before the entrance formed into a four-man group and approached the entrance with a steady but wide-stepped pace.

Giving a gentle pat on the little girl's head who seemed to be already back to gently resting and even snoozing off, he donned his usual calm smile, pulled the hood slightly back, and hurriedly equipped the faceless black mask he had from before. The same faceless mask that he wore many times before, and could always fit even the strangest facial changes and transformations once again appeared over his face, leaving only two small slits for his golden gaze to shine through.

The old wooden door creaked as it was pushed from the outside, slowly giving way into the outside force and allowing entry for the shining metal armored Temple Guard's force to step inside.

Chapter 668 - Guards and the Peddler