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 last two days had been more or less the same. Celeste hadn't thought she would get sick of routine so soon. The war councils were still as draining and pointless. Even after their session was over, lords would corner her left and right. Lord Baron had been insisting they talk privately ever night so he could give her his "good" advice. Celeste had tried to avoid being alone with lords but it was futile. She hadn't imagined being Queen meant constantly putting up with their shit. And that combined with the fact that everywhere she went, people would bow to her. It was annoying her greatly. And Will wasn't letting her live it down. 


 But she didn't miss the secret looks people gave each other whenever she passed by them, she didn't miss the hushed whispers or distrustful glances. 


Look at her, they seemed to say. Our savior, a girl of fifteen. 


THIRTY NINE