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

Feeling perturbed by the enigma that this strange gray robed stranger's entire being presented, the Old Man standing beside the white robed scholar on the balcony squinted his eyes and focused on the scene with even more scrutiny.

At first, he could not explain what was going on, what was happening exactly. The young looking man's actions were refined, elegant, and delicate, yet they carried a tremendous amount of force. Each of his strikes, swings, and kicks left behind countless afterimages in the air, drawing a beautiful and mesmerizing scenery as he retaliated.

Yet, each hit, each strike, each attack the young man initiated hit its mark with extreme precision. Each blow shattered a spine, a rib, a bone, or in the most gruesome cases, a head, ending another life, culling yet another soul.

Chapter 727 - A guardian maybe?