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 couldn't sleep. The whole situation was bizarre. She finally had a nice soft and comfortable bed that felt as if it was made up of clouds. She had a pillow under her head, instead of the cold damp ground. She wasn't covered in dirt or grime anymore, she had scrubbed her skin raw and her hair had been washed twice. Still, she felt like tiny insects were crawling all over her. She had stayed in the hot water for a long time. A maid helped her get dressed into a light, lavender-colored tunic and pants. 


TWENTY EIGHT