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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

"HOLY FLYING SHIT!" Silvermist yelped, her voice echoing as the ground beneath her gave way the instant she stepped forward.

Pain jolted through her limbs, but fear overshadowed everything else. The earth crumbled like brittle parchment, sending chunks of rock tumbling into the gaping abyss below.

She should have saved herself. She should have let it go when it was swayed away by the searing wind which came out of nowhere. But instinct overruled logic.

Her fingers tightened around Estes' cloak, the fabric slipping through her grasp. In her desperate attempt to snatch it back, her balance shattered.

For a split second, she was weightless—then she plummeted. A choked gasp left her lips before sheer reflex took over. Her hands shot out, fingers clawing at whatever was left of the collapsing ledge.

Black Silvermist