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

As he turned to look at the group of men prostrating on the ground, suddenly a bright metallic glint flashed across in front of him, temporarily stealing his vision and blinding Captain Don.

In the next second blood splattered everywhere, amidst a cacophony of woeful cries and gurgles.

The barbaric howl of a familiar feminine voice hollered amidst, gradually overpowering the faltering deathly woes and bloodcurdling coughs.

As the scarlet curtain slowly descended it revealed the figure of a tall asura, a true and terrifying reaper of the battlefields; Naybeah stood holding her humongous war axe in her right arm.

Throwing it over her right shoulder she sighed as she stepped forward, crossing through the slowly growing marsh of carnage.

Chapter 672 -The same mistakes again and again