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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

"Now," Silvermist began, her voice sickly sweet, the kind of tone a cat uses before it absolutely wrecks your furniture. "Will you tell us where to find the Elixir, or should Ezekiel start burning your hair off, strand by strand?"

She gestured lazily toward Ezekiel, who wordlessly summoned a roaring flame in his palm. The firelight danced in his eyes, casting eerie shadows on his face. His smirk was slow and sinister, like a man who really wanted an excuse to commit arson.

Xavier sighed, the weight of ancient elven wisdom pressing down on his shoulders—or maybe just the exhaustion of dealing with these absolute lunatics. "I told you," he said, his voice exasperated but patient. "It's hidden somewhere even we don't know."

Silvermist narrowed her eyes. "Uh-huh. And I'm just supposed to believe that?"

She turned her head toward Estes, who was slumped on a nearby tree stump, looking worse for wear. Both of them now tied separate from each other.

Nymph Forest