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 panted heavily. Despite the chilly weather, she was sweating profusely. Her eyes burned and her throat hurt too. Her body was probably littered with bruises by now. Everything hurt, but it was a good kind of pain. It was a familiar kind of pain. It reminded her of the days when Gabriel would train her to the bone. But Celeste would never complain because she loved this. She loved the feeling of a sword in her hands, she loved the way her thoughts were so clear when she was fighting. At that moment, only one thing would matter. To take down the opponent in front of her. Every movement, every sound seemed to be amplified. 


 Morgan smiled sharply at her before charging. Celeste's teeth clattered with the force of the impact, but she held her ground. 


Nothing mattered except the opponent in front of her. Everything else; Karl and Reiner's hooting, Alec chatting up with Ben, Thomas's and Will's occasional encouragement, it all faded into nothing. 


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