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

"On the contrary," three silhouettes arrived, Aulia stood at the front, "-I had my friends dig a few things out for me." Moments prior, upon glancing at the village, an idea jumped into mind – one constant remained wherever the world might have been; none can be too careful during negotiations. Thus, to bring the battlefield closer to home, he asked the trusted companions for favors.

"My God," spoke the robed lady, "-a blond-haired pale woman," her arms rose instinctively, "-begone, damned spawn of the devil!"

"Quiet," said the mayor, "-priestess, would behoove thee not to interject so frivolously," the side-look shifted forward onto Igna, "-what proof do you have?"

"Firstly, might I borrow thy time and curiosity for a bit?"

"Sure," he eased into his seat, the posture open and ready to listen. The boy, epicenter of the discussion, shuffled to the priestess's shadow, whereby she patted his cheeks in reassurance.

‘-Igna you were played for a fool, what a tantalizing feeling.’