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 still felt shellshocked she had managed to not totally embarrass herself. How long had she been here now? It felt likes lifetimes. Her hand was completely sore and hurting from all the hands she had to shake. Even though she knew Greyweather meant no harm, he had almost crushed her fingers with his death grip. Somehow, she had managed to hide her wince. 


 There were so many names, a dozen titles for each one. Family histories, loyalties, plans. Celeste's head felt like it was going to explode. She kept shifting on her feet, fiddling with her fingers. Thankfully her Uncle noticed her discomfort. 


 " I think that's enough for today" Alphard announced. " This has been a tiring day, especially for my niece. We should continue tomorrow when we're all better rested " 


THIRTY