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

<p>For otherworldly beings; the alteration was only in their sense of spirit. Those native to the world, and goes for the Shadow Realm as well, have a unique scent to them. Most if not everyone is blinded to said smell, however, in Igna's case, the two's scent rode above their head like riding a horse. It straddled, perfectly calm and collected. Setting aside the spiritual scent, they looked like humans, two figures, a young man and woman, twins, dark hair, dark eyes, coffee complexions, long eyelashes, rounded nose, oval-shaped face, and beauty dots under each nose. The boy, aged in his early twenties, had his mark on the right side of the nose whilst the sister, the left side. They kept speaking in their native tongue, the lad never once cared to check on the hostage, an unconscious Kul wrapped in a semi-transient bag. </p>

<p> "Look at me," said Igna in the lost tongue, "-the lass on thy shoulder is my close companion," the darkened sky didn't make the atmosphere any better. </p>

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