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 hadn't expected the Castle to look the same. She was sure it would look different. It was a foolish thought, Valentine didn't have time to paint the castle. Yet, the outlines of the castle were so achingly familiar, it was like the past few weeks hadn't happened at all. The Castle still looked familiar. She hated it. 


 The horses raced towards it. The only sounds that could be heard were the whinnying of the horses, the sound of their hooves, and the harsh blowing of the wind. 


Celeste was covered from head to toe in armor. The weight of it was uncomfortable and unfamiliar. Once upon a time, she had stared at the pages of the book and fantasized herself wearing armor and riding to battle. It felt nothing like her childish self had thought it would. It didn't feel glorious or spectacular. 


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