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

"Got more than we bargained for," escaped a sly remark. The salty western sea breeze warmed the lungs. Pseudo medicine recommended the sea's aroma to cure various illnesses. Without proof nor reason to break the myth, many countries have one or two hospitals around the ocean's vicinity. The last village, Ohm's port, harbored trade ships from the western lands. Easel Run Gard and Dreqai to name a few.

"You're right," added Igna deeply. A viewpoint gave onto steep slopes, the last point had been joined. The dotted diagram of protection finished on the 20th of August.

"Julius," giggled a lady at the back.

"What is it?" wondered he facing the murmur.

"Look, a traveling food merchant. He must have meals specially made for the beaches."

"Probably not," added Igna, the excitement shattered, "-he's selling raw fish and the lot, not cooked items. Tis no wandering chef."

"POPS!" a loud crash levied the ground, "-I'M BACK!"

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