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

"That's Igna for you," came a pleased and satisfied half-smile, "-I'm not lying about anything," said she strongly, "-Igna bears the blood Haggard blood. He's my son, and nothing will change said fact." The startled Eira and Julius dropped onto their seats.

"Whatever you say," came a disrespectful sneer from Julius, "-I don't accept this one bit. So, is he going to be part of the running for the crown or no?"

"Don't even dare," glared Eira, "-none's going to speak of the crown. We swore for it to remain secret."

"Why not," he argued, "-why not," the tone felt hesitant, "-father's disappearance came at a bad time. Mother's been dealing with pressures from so many parties it's all so hard to bear. What can we do, I'm afraid Arda might collapse."

"Shut up," voiced Eira, "-mother's fight just as hard as we are," underneath her breath came regret.

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