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

"G-Get away from me!!" Silvermist squealed, her voice jumping two octaves higher than usual. In her panic, her magic surged out without control — a sharp gust of wind bent to her flustered will and sent West flying backward like a kite yanked off its string.

West tumbled through the air, arms flapping wildly, but somehow — through sheer luck or stubborn pride — he twisted at the last second and landed on his feet, skidding to a halt like a startled cat pretending it meant to do that all along.

Silvermist, meanwhile, had descended into full chaos. She scrambled on the mossy ground, slipping and nearly face-planting, her knees wobbling like jelly. Her face was an impressive shade of crimson as she finally managed to stand, albeit on legs that looked like they were considering mutiny.

Beneath Falling Stones