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 others stared at Celeste like they clearly thought the blood loss had started getting to her. Celeste ignored them, instead, she chose to start walking. 


All the Castle passageways were permanently ingrained in her brain. She could navigate through these halls with her eyes closed. Every corner she turned, every sharp turn she took, she felt like a ghost. A ghost that was haunting the place it died. Because she really had died here. Celeste, the girl who was free, the girl who had a clear conscience, the girl who was pure and innocent, the girl that had a family. That girl had died the night she fled the castle. Her life as she knew it, had ended at that very moment. 


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