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

Celeste could make out the towering old gray castle of Tournfort. As a kid, she had heard a great many stories about it. Some from her maids, some from friendly soldiers, most from her brother. 


" Never venture the castle at night" They had said. " That's when the ghosts dance!" 


 The castle didn't scare her anymore. Although it did look just as miserable as the last time she had seen it. They had a full view of the walls of Tournfort now, the gray walls had stood for a thousand years even though they looked ready to crumble. In some ways, Tournfort was perfect for a base. It was completely isolated from the outside world, the only wall into the city was through the Gate. Tournfort was a port city, its edges touched the Sea of Aris. If they were running out of food, well then at least they'd never run out of fishes. 


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