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

"Tell me about it," added Igna joyfully. Time spent in each other's company, as little as it might have been, despite the hard-start, a mutual feeling of understanding and respect carved the way for a beautiful relation.

The door stumbled open to the nicely lit interior. The warmness of the inside sent chills. The television played in the distance, some cartoon or whatnot. Thus, the day came to an end. Pluton was inducted in Phantom's innermost circle. The responsibilities weren't known yet. A warm shower followed to a warm meal and lastly, the warm bed.

Meanwhile, far away from the city, the meeting of Phantom and Loron was underway. Elvira posed as the leader as opposed to Courtney who stayed as guards. The discussions went over nicely, a plan of action had yet to be drawn, though, they made some progress into the continent. Loron took Mrs. Go under their wing.

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