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

The message was spoken in a faint, sickly voice. Yet, its owner was recognizable to Aiden immediately, making his expression and mood immediately sour and his eyes turn colder by the second.

Vast killing intent boiled within him that was ready to explode at a moment's notice.

"Y-young M-master, I've failed in assigned task, and have failed to protect little Tolliah and stay safe in the end. During my last session, something unexpected happened that CA-used my power to go wild, *KHO-* and now I am injured. The injuries I am sorry to report but are extremely severe and I am not sure how long I can hold on.

I know you are busy with important matters, and I regret to ask you of this but could you please come here… I do not know how long I can hold on…"

The voice, in the end trailed off, growing weaker and weaker, as though she couldn't muster her strength.

Chapter 887 - Schemes