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 festivities continued for three whole days. During that period circuses, festivals, fireworks kept the villages and towns entertained. The Castle however was home to balls, banquets, and all sorts of things. 


 On the third night, as Celeste silently stood at her place and swept her gaze across the room, she couldn't help but both be annoyed and be thankful for the celebrations. 


 Sure, these past three days she had been forced in dress after dress, been forced to chat with one lord after the other, welcome guest after guest. Every waking moment of her's was spent carefully pondering over what to say or how to act. 


FORTY NINE