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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

Silvermist's breath hitched as her head snapped back, eyes scanning the trees behind them. The sudden shift in the air still lingered — a powerful pulse that sent a shiver down her spine before vanishing as quickly as it came.

It wasn't just her. West stiffened beside her, his sharp gaze locked in the same direction. Sebastian, pale and looks like he's about to pass out, struggled to stand on his own.

Mila suddenly felt her fingers cold. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice cracking as she hold her bag of snacks closer.

"You didn't feel that?" Sebastian muttered, wincing.

"Feel what?" Adeline asked, glancing between them.

Silvermist's silver eyes flicked toward the horizon, her brows knitting. "Magic... strong magic. It came and disappeared—like someone had opened a door... and slammed it shut."

Ezekiel's heart picked up, but his face remained blank. He hadn't felt anything — none of them had — except the Season Apprentices.

Mist Elves