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

Everything was going on too fast. Ever since they had left Tournfort behind, it felt to Celeste like she was falling at an unbelievable speed. The thing was she didn't quite mind falling, that was until she began to think about hitting the ground. 


 It didn't quite bother her when she was riding, flanked on all sides, or when she was going over the plan with her Uncle. It was when they finally stopped in the dead of the night, to rest for an hour or so did the feeling truly settle in. They had been riding at full speed for three days. They had split into two forces yesterday, and by tomorrow night she would be home. 


 At night, when she was left alone in her tent and she lied down with a furiously aching body, doubts and fears would creep into her mind. She would soon be home, except it wouldn't really be home. In just a few days, she would fight a war. Maybe she'd have to kill someone, maybe she'd lose someone she loved. Maybe she'd win, maybe she'd lose. 


FORTY TWO