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The Last Primal

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. ----- 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 ----- If you would like to support me and leave me a personalized message, you can buy me a 'coffee' at Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/shaele ----- 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.

Shaele · Fantasy
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Chapter 211 - Uninvited Guest (Part 2)

Shivers of fright ran through Sarah's back as she heard the low-toned but equally frightening and commanding tone in Aiden's new voice. She turned to look at the boy with a shocked expression, stunned by the sudden change in the youth's entire presence.

Looking at him, she suddenly felt a strange, previously never before seen or felt aura, a presence, a pressure that was so incredible, that she wasn't sure where it came from. Was this Aiden's true power? His true origin? Was this the power her mother was hinting at? 

'Just… who are you, Aiden?' she muttered to herself, increasing the grip on the hilt of her weapon, getting ready for the upcoming clash.

The wide mischievous smirk not fading from Naybeah's face, she opened her arms wide, leaving her entire upper torso undefended. Looking at the boy, she took a step forward, as she began to speak. Her voice was different as if it was not Naybeah's but if it belonged to someone or something else.