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 her reality, a shadow began appearing to her, feeding her magic she was never meant to wield. Hunted by those who seek to use her, Silvermist must uncover the truth behind her own existence before she loses herself to the very storm she was forced to face.

Can she survive the weight of Winter, or will she be the final snowfall that buries them all?

FROST

West's feet hit solid ground, but the clearing was gone, replaced by an endless black mirror beneath him, rippling with each movement.

Above, stars shimmered and pulsed in a sky of inverted color—purple bled into red, black into blinding white. The world twisted without warning like some kind of a void.

Figures danced at the edge of West's vision—tall, humanoid silhouettes draped in mourning veils and laughter, shifting like mirages. Every sound echoed with unnatural delay. Every breath he took felt like it wasn't quite his.

A void between sleep and shadow where reality flickered, and logic dissolved.

"Welcome," Wrenalthor's voice came from everywhere and nowhere at once, smooth as silk and laced with amusement, "to the Phantom Nocturne Realm. Where time forgets its shape, and dreams feed on clarity. Not an illusion. Not a trick. Simply a reality."

West's Downfall