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

"Now that we've already taken you here, do you mind letting us go now?" Estes groaned, rolling his shoulders like an old man who had just finished carrying the weight of the entire world—or at least two hours' worth of terrible decisions.

Beside him, Xavier had been eerily silent ever since Silvermist marched out of the Nymph Forest, demanding they take her to the Cauldron of Resonance. In exchange, she'd promised they'd finally be freed. Yet now, standing at the edge of a volcanic abyss, doubt crept at the edges of the promise.

Silvermist paled, beads of sweat tracing cold paths down her temples as she turned toward the others—Ezekiel, Mila, and Adeline. They stood rigid away from the heat, their faces grim, their heads shaking in quiet warning.

"It's a trap, Sil," Adeline murmured, her voice barely audible over the distant roar of the volcano.

A Proposal as Disastrous as This Volcano