Frostysyrup

Thrust into an enigmatic world born from bloodshed; venture inside its complexities, dark-side, and always changing nature. At the center, a boy; brought up by an exiled mage, steps into a life of independence. A test to try and change his life for the better after witnessing what war can do to a person. The walk towards finding a stable living gets toppled as a unique magical element awakens. Using people, toying with emotions, doing anything and everything to get what he wants, this is the life of the next Death Reaper. Mostly emotionless, life continues as questions about his state of mind and being remains clouded behind many personas.

This isn’t the story of a single man, it’s the story of a whole world. Read as the world builds itself from the ground up. Conspiracies, evil, the dark side of humanity. In addition, tis the start of a new age; the birth of monsters – a story depicting the tales of the first heroes and demons to ever exist. 

The Wielder of Death Magic isn’t a typical fantasy. The heroes don’t summon forth power from heroes of old, here, the characters are the ones who make up the myths and legends for the next generation. Amidst the turmoil, Staxius, he lives on, watching and waiting as the world grows. 

P.S, I’m not that normal of a writer, my advice is to not expect anything going into this world. Forget everything, I personally, don’t care about rules and limitations and what can be considered to be the norm – the characters are given life, the world moves on its own; I’m just a spectator. No plot, nothing planned, all that you read is the product of the characters moving and acting individually. As opposed to me subjecting them with my emotions, the connection is reversed. They are the ones who dictate the story (Believe it or not, that's the way I write) A world, a story, characters, and the foolish author; we all evolve as one. On behalf of the people mentioned above, thanks for reading, I appreciate it all.
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The Wielder of Death Magic

"Hello boss, it has been a long time since the last call, how may I be of help?"

"A very long time indeed," the courtyard emptied with only him stood amidst the grass. "I need a favor," said he.

"I've decided to help Elendor with the skirmishes against King Juvey."

"I understand, shall I call upon the private army?"

"No, I need but aerial support. Have the VT10-BSQD take to the skies."

"Load them with the Pabruska V1. Before I forget, go into the vault and take out Orenmir as well as Tharis."

"Sire, might I ask how many men thee are to fight?"

"That's it," she yelled across,"-Boss, I'll send supplies and a few members. This is a decision made by the co-leader of Phantom."

"Do as you wish," the call ended. 'Orenmir and Tharis,' thought he gazing upon the crescent moon.

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