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

Initially, the little fox wanted to dodge by instinct. However, she blinked and stayed where she was, allowing Aiden to rub her body gently.

Grinning, Aiden said with a playful look in his eyes, "Do you know that when you sleep… you snore really loudly?!"

"Damned brute! How can you say something like that aloud!"

The little fox froze up with an embarrassed expression and turned to Aiden's palm before biting down viciously!

Aiden's palm was fine but her teeth nearly cracked as she gasped coldly.

When he saw that, Aiden could not help but burst out into laughter.

Pursing her lips and blinking, the little fox's alluring eyes misted up and bean-sized teardrops rolled around, looking pitiful as if she had suffered great grievances.

Chapter 928 - Naivety