ExoShaneey

Silvermist Evermore never belonged. Born to unloving parents and cast aside, she had long accepted that life would never offer her warmth—until she was chosen as an apprentice at Moonstone Academy, a place where magic breathes and fate is written in the stars.

But her arrival comes with a price. In an act of betrayal and manipulation, Silvermist shatters Frost's staff, the formidable Winter Guardian, unraveling a secret that should have remained buried.

 Now, bound by an ancient rule, she must take its place—not as a mere apprentice, but as something far more dangerous: Frost’s human staff, the living embodiment of his power.

As Silvermist struggles to navigate the treacherous halls of Moonstone, she discovers that Guardians without apprentices are doomed to vanish, and the balance of the four seasons—Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter—hangs by a thread. But the shadows whisper a greater truth: a war looms on the horizon, fueled by the Sandman’s wrath and a hidden enemy who has been pulling the strings all along.

Haunted by cryptic dreams, hunted by those who seek to use her, and betrayed by those she once trusted, Silvermist must uncover the truth behind her own existence before she loses herself to the very storm she was forced to wield.

Can she survive the weight of Winter, or will she be the final snowfall that buries them all?

FROST

"I'm so sorry. I never should have left you alone."

Frost's voice lingered in Silvermist's mind like a haunting melody, soft yet laced with sorrow. His touch—warm despite the coldness of his name—still burned against her skin.

She buried her face into her knees, as if curling into herself would make the memories fade. But they didn't. They clung to her like the frost in winter, refusing to melt.

His eyes—endless and blue, like the depths of a frozen lake—held something she couldn't quite name. And his hair… it was different.

Much longer than before, it now flowed past his waist, cascading like a waterfall of silver moonlight. Strands of it tangled in the air around him, moving as though they carried the weight of centuries.

The thought sent a pang through her chest. Time had passed, slipping away like sand through her fingers, and yet she had no idea how much of it had been lost.

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