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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 · Fantasia
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Chapter 219 - The crackling campfire

Sitting on the ground, leaning against the dark grey, clean trunk of a nearby tree, Aiden was lost in his thoughts as he watched the crackling campfire. Looking at the dance of the flames as they danced in the setting sun was a calming, soothing experience. 

Crackling in the corner of their makeshift, hastily set up camp, he watched the long shadows that the light cast on the ground as they twisted and curled in odd, obscure shapes and provided a small radius of light. He was lost watching this strange ritualistic tribal performance. The fire itself was pulsating as it continued to crackle, the glowing embers seemed to move in rhythm with the flames, matching every dip and sweep. It was mesmerizing to watch, colors of orange and red gave way to the core donning a mixture of white and yellow, where the emanating heat was the greatest.