Death was somewhat a stranger to Celeste Valois, until she saw the walls of her home painted red with blood. Then death became a constant companion, a shadow looming over her. She just wished it would take her, take her like it had taken everyone she loved. But it seems like she has a destiny to fulfill , a kingdom to save , a monster to kill and lives to change. A long path of suffering lies in front of her, but she won't be alone. There's a grey eyed boy with a heart full of hatred , a boy who's smile reminds her of the the sun and a girl who looks for stories in the stars ; they say they'll walk with her.

Or the story in which four traumatized teenagers save a country and realize that monsters are not born, they are created.

Ignis

The next few days were hazy a blur to Celeste. 


They rode on and on, from dawn to the night. They didn't stop at towns in fear of meeting soldiers, their paranoia was justified. Thomas's injury was healing slowly, he still winced when he had to move. Karen spent most of her time fussing over her brother. And Will was.... he was Will. 


After the mess the last weeks had been, Celeste should've been glad for some calm. 


And yet as they got closer and closer to Tournfort, she felt her mood worsen. She hardly talked anymore as they rode, already feeling the burden on her shoulders crushing her. Sometimes she wished they would meet some bandits or other problems that would buy her more time before she had to make her claim as Queen. 


 Then almost immediately, she would feel the crushing guilt. 


Hadn't she decided she was going to be stronger? Was she breaking her promise already? 


TWENTY FOUR