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

"And pray tell, what sort of ability is it?"

"It's hard to explain," Vesper turned to the boy, "-want to live, give him a taste."

The blindfolded boy reached up and undid the bind, '-seems like the fold was self-made. Nothing out of the ordinary, just a simple boy with short hair, fair skin, and freckles over the nose. He's a watcher they say,' Staxius looked at Vesper then returned to the boy.

The blindfold came undone, and a flash of light illuminated the room, '-I can feel pieces of my skin being lifted,' he screamed, "-my eyes," and quickly snapped it shut."

"There," Vesper shrugged, "-that's the ability he has. No clue what it is or what it does. Brought him here because I thought he might be fun to keep."

"You brought someone rather troublesome," Staxius reached over and patted the boy's head, "-little man, what is your name?"

"Jep, do you understand your ability?"

Detra's eye