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

"The brisk breeze, the colder than usual temperature. A sense of rush within my step and the overarching horizon, I haven't felt this way in ages," Staxius stood in Sharre's doorway sipping tea. '-Winters upon the continent,' he watched as commonplace regained their usual step. 'Life goes on and I've accomplished my objective for now.'

"Yeah, a lot of bodies to properly send to the afterlife. Been hectic for the past few days," he nodded at Sharre, "-you do good work, Sharre, keep it up." With that, he set out for the adventuring guild.

"Good morning John," color returned to Menti's cheeks. The whole ordeal was soon in the past, '-best not to think about it,' such was the mindset. They got the guild ready for the day ahead.

"Good morning, Menti," new employees, some recognized as vagrants from during the assault, were employed as assistants to the new occupant of the inn inside the guild.

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