Well, for the past few months I have been wanting to start on a book, since 4 months ago I have been putting it together in my mind, thinking of a story and etc. So recently as a side project of mine I finally started on it. So far I have done four paragraphs...So feedback and suggestions are much appreciated, and I know it fails... T_T.
The Magician
There is a person whispered about in the shadows named "Black Reaper" He's a magician for hire who has no morals. He'll do any job no matter how gruesome or bloody it becomes. The problem is, I am him.
Throughout my life, I have always been alone. Only knowing the coldness of death and despair. My only doing is walking this solemn, lonely path that twists and turns, going on and on. This path, it never ends. Every now and then I cross paths with a fellow lonely soul, but that too is only a brief encounter that is soon over leaving me as lonely as when I began. Never have I regretted choosing this path of being left to myself and thoughts for company. It is my repentance for being a monster
My birth-given name is Nikolaos Frost. Only a few know it, and most of them are six feet under in the grave yard. I was born in the realm of Minos, My family fled and took refuge in the Kingdom of Asgardia when I was but a babe. However, when the King found out my true self he murdered my family, My mother, father, and even my sister, sparing no one.
That is the night that I learned of my true powers. I set out into the world hating many things. The world for doing this to me, the king who felt no guilt, but mostly myself, for being a monster. After wandering for a year after becoming an orphan, I found a teacher, who became my master. He was weak in power, yet strong in knowledge. Three hard, long years I studied under him learning unimaginable things. I learned how to control my power and the demon inside of me. He taught me martial arts and taught me about all different types of weapons to protect myself if I ever needed to. My master had a disease that was destroying him on the inside, It was a rough year, and he finally succumbed to death. When he passed on, I was left on my own yet again, feeling even more lonely than I had before and blaming myself for not being able to help my master.
When I started my road I decided I didn?t want to be recognized. For that reason, I wear a mask with tears of blood coming out of the eye holes. My hair is black as night and my eyes are as cold as glaciers, as well as having the same color. My sword is black as the shadows, and possesses the name of Soul Slayer. Because of my line of work, I have many weapons stored and hidden inside of my cloak. They say that the Black Reapers cloak was fashioned out of pure darkness by the gods.
A special thanks to you, Hime, for helping me with ideas and editing <3. And of course, Strength, who helped me with a name ^^
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