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

"I see no reason why you should cower," he scanned top to bottom, a slight shake of her hand and rapid breathing, "-we're friends, are we not?" his shadow loomed atop, "-unless there's something you ought to say."

"N-nothing, I was just on a little walk, that is all," she amusedly returned in a fit of panic, "-a little walk, nothing major."

"How very interesting," he shuffled to her side, "-Gophy and I recently met. My companions are ready for their next toy, how great would it be for you to visit them."

"Far enough, sir," fired a man across the table, "-intimidation has never solved anything."

"Look at you," the gaze swapped, "-a gentleman through and through, I see the overcoat and hat aren't much to scowl at. They are made from the finest material," he side-glanced Malley, "-no wonder the lady would be interested."

'-Éclair plotted the excursion.'