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

"No need to rub it in," the evening grew darker and somber. About a few days ago, Jen had surgery under the watchful gaze of Clarise. Post-operation showed her body quickly adapted and accepted the less than the humane arm. They proclaimed with certainty that the lady would heal in the next few months. Lampard and the others were given the green-light to return to the academy. Leonard chose to remain at Rotherham and work until Jen was able to return in full health.

"Igna," said a figure dressed in warm and comfortable clothes, "-are you going to sit mindlessly gazing at the rising stars, or are we moving out?" two brown medium-sized cases dropped to shake the bench.

"Anna," said he staring her recovered face, she seemed to do better as proved the visible expressions and little gestures here and there, "-where did all this stuff come from?" the slouched posture straightened, "-being unconscious for so many months doesn't magically bring about luggage…"

Lord Amsey