The moment I saw the name Celeste Iverson carved into the ice, something inside me broke. The date next to it was impossibly old. I touched the carving, and the ice felt strangely warm. My heart pounded.
This had to be a trick, a cruel illusion. But the air grew heavy, and the walls began to glow with a strange blue light. The whispers came back, not far away this time, but inside my head.
Then, I had a vision.
I wasn't in the ruins anymore.
I was watching a throne room appear.
The broken ice rebuilt itself into a huge, perfect throne. It was black stone with silver lines, a seat of pure power. And Celeste was sitting on it. She wore a dark cloak and a crown made of ice.
I couldn't move or breathe.
This wasn't just a vision. I knew this place. I knew the way the torches flickered, t
