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

"Holy freakin' crack," Silvermist muttered under her breath, her chest tightening as her wide eyes darted desperately from one blur to another.

She strained to follow the fight, but the sheer speed was beyond human comprehension. All she could see were flashes — violent bursts of light as steel collided with raw mana in midair, sending sparks scattering like swarms of fireflies trapped in a storm.

The cavern trembled beneath their clash. The echo of each impact resonated deep in her bones — metallic shrieks and thunderclaps blending into an overwhelming cacophony.

Every second, a shockwave pulsed through the air, forcing Silvermist to stumble back and shield her face from shards of shattered stone and the swirling dust.

At one moment, Xavier's form materialized just enough for her to catch a glimpse — his crimson hair trailing like liquid fire as he brought down his massive silver blade, its edge crackling with destructive magic.

The Demon's Shadow