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

"J-Just don't m-move, will you?!" Estes groaned, his grip tightening around Silvermist's arm as he struggled to pull her toward the engraved symbols.

Silvermist, however, had no intention of making things easy for him. She dug the heels of her boots into the damp earth, twisting her body in resistance. "E-Estes, c-can we talk about this first, please?!" she groaned, her fingers clawing at the moss-covered ground in desperation.

Estes let out an exasperated sigh, his grip not loosening in the slightest. "I-I just need your blood, otherwise y-you see no Elixir!" His voice came out in frustrated bursts.

Silvermist shot him an incredulous look. "And you think this is the best way to ask?!" she hissed, her limbs straining against his hold.

But Estes was bigger, stronger, and completely unwilling to lose this battle of wills. With an annoyed grunt, he shifted tactics, bending down and scooping Silvermist up as if she weighed nothing.

Gates of Oblivion