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

The fragile-looking, lithe elderly draconic skink cast a wide contrast to the four musclebound warriors as he stepped out from the building. Not just by his body frame, but with his attire as well. His clean, almost sparkling, shining silk pearl white robe with the golden embroidery of a roaring dragon's head emblem looking back from the center of his chest… compared to the dark, matte black sturdy steel plating of those full-body armors… He was like a glowing beacon of light in the looming darkness.

The elderly skink figure raised his right hand in the air, grabbing the attention of the four elite guards and silencing them. His bronze mask glimmered in the flickering candlelight.

"[Reptilian] Halt! Hmpf! What are you, brainless cubs?" He chided with a disdainful tone, snorting to showcase his utter contempt and disdain towards these primitive barbaric beasts he now had to be amongst.

Chapter 695 - Surprises (Part 2)