Forgotten by the Sun (eBook)
512 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
979-8-3178-1013-9 (ISBN)
Celeste Eismann is an author who has always been drawn to storytelling that explores emotional depth, identity, and the boundaries between the real and the fantastical. Based in Southern California, Celeste continues to build on the world introduced in her debut while working on new projects that deepen its themes and characters.
Amika's life was ordinary-until it wasn't. At eighteen, Amika Fernandez is busy navigating the final weeks of high school, dealing with the usual chaos of classes, friendships, and the looming pressure of an uncertain future. Then she meets Rhayne Welkins. Distant, magnetic, and hiding something impossible. And he's only the beginning As Amika is pulled into a world she never knew existed, she discovers that the reality she's known is just one of many. Hidden worlds, ancient rivalries, and supernatural forces begin to unravel everything she thought she understood about life and herself. With Rhayne and her friends by her side, she journeys across worlds that defy logic and test her courage, all while navigating a bond that grows deeper and more dangerous by the day. Darkness is rising, and Amika's choices carry consequences far beyond her own world. Secrets buried in shadows begin to surface, and the more she learns, the more she realizes that she's not just a bystander in this new reality... she's a part of it. Discover the first installment in The Forgotten Series! Laced with danger and saturated with emotion, this supernatural tale explores a relationship filled with love, loss, and identity that drives us to face the hidden forces that shape us all. Perfect for fans of Stephenie Meyer, Tracy Wolff, Elayna R. Gallea and Cassandra Clare; prepared to get hooked on a new favorite!
Chapter 1
On the Run
Amika pulled her hair into a quick bun, grabbed her coat from the bed, and hurried downstairs. Lately, school and being late had gone hand in hand.
“Good morning, sweetheart, I made breakfast,” her mom called out in her usual calming voice as the sounds of her daughter’s loud footsteps descended the stairs.
“I have to go!” Amika yelled over her shoulder as she rushed past her screaming baby sister, Myra.
“Amika!” Her mother quickly reached out, grabbing her arm before she could make it past the kitchen. “You have to eat something.”
Amika sighed, slinging her bag over one shoulder as she turned to face her mother. She snatched a breakfast bar from the counter—more out of obligation than hunger—and hurried toward the front door, footsteps quick and even.
“Amika!” her mother called after her.
“Love you, bye!” Amika yelled over her shoulder as she burst through the door, taking two porch steps at a time.
Standing there in the driveway was none other than her best friend, Andrew.
“Morning!” she called out breathlessly as she ran over to him.
“It’s about time,” he curtly replied before slowly grinning. “Dreaming about me again, were we?”
Amika ran her fingers through her hair before playfully punching him in the arm and rolling her eyes, though she didn’t say a word as they started walking. At eighteen, she was savoring every moment, feeling free to enjoy life without the burdens of societal expectations. To her, this stage was about embracing the joy of being young and simply having fun.
Sunlight streamed across her lightly tanned skin as she released her golden-brown hair from its loose bun, letting it cascade past her shoulders. A playful, intelligent glint danced in her large brown eyes, accentuating her slim, curvy figure, barely reaching five foot three.
Andrew, on the other hand, was a different story entirely. His dark brown hair contrasted sharply with his pale skin and deep ocean-blue eyes. Standing at five feet ten inches—though he often swore he was six—he considered himself “the sense of humor” of the group. He was certainly a sight to behold… mostly thanks to his larger-than-life personality.
“What time is it?” she asked, breaking the silence.
Andrew checked his watch. “Ten till eight; why?”
“Why?” she gasped, her eyes wide with shock. “You’re kidding-- we’re that late?!”
Andrew laughed, rolling his eyes. It wasn’t the first time. Or the second. Or even the third, for that matter. By now, it had become a routine.
They bolted down the street in a hopeless attempt to make it on time.
The last of their little ragtag team waited on the sidewalk in front of her house, ready to join them in their desperate dash toward the high school.
Nikki was ready as usual as her two best friends ghosted past her neighbor’s house towards her.
Waiting until they were about twenty yards away, she bolted in the same direction. Her short, curly, burnt-orange hair bounced as her little legs pushed her forward. “How much time do we have left?” she yelled over her shoulder to them.
“Ten minutes!” Amika and Andrew yelled back in response.
Andrew abruptly stopped and laughed loudly. “Yo!”
“What?” the girls asked in unison, though they did not stop.
“I hope you guys have a good time in detention!” he called out from behind before suddenly swooping past them on his skateboard.
“What?!” Amika cried out.
By the time they arrived at Lakeview High School, they had only a minute to spare. Amika, panting, tried to regain her breath. “Guess I’ll see you guys at the second hour,” she huffed, parting through the crowd toward her first-period Physics class.
“So,” Nikki said, walking with Andrew to their English class, “how’s your concussion healing?”
Andrew frowned, confused. “What concussi—”
He didn’t finish as Nikki smacked him upside the head. “That one,” she snapped.
He rubbed the back of his head. “You’re just mad I was leading the way on my skateboard.”
“Oh? Was that what you were doing? How gentlemanly of you.”
“Well, someone has to be,” he said proudly.
Nikki rolled her eyes. “How have you made it this far?”
“Dumb luck? Devilishly good looks? How does anyone get by these days?”
“Andrew...”
“Oh, and it was very pleasant, actually.” He laughed.
“What was?”
“The breeze as I rode past you.”
The following two days flew by fast, and a fresh new school week was about to begin.
“So, what did you guys think about the movie?” Amika asked while they walked in the brisk morning air toward Lakeview High.
A slight mist clung to the ground as they walked across the damp pavement. The rain brought a fresh, clean scent that brightened the cool February morning. The smell of pine mingled with the crisp air, a refreshing break from the lingering cold and dull skies.
It was quite a shock for all of them when they realized there would be no mad dash to make it before the first bell.
For what felt like the first time in ages, they were actually on schedule.
“I thought it was scary,” Nikki answered honestly.
Andrew snickered and shook his head. “It was hella ridiculous.”
“What? That movie was scary as heck. How was it ‘ridiculous,’ Andrew?” Nikki asked, eyebrows raised, mouth parting slightly.
He laughed. “How? Did you see how the blood shot like, oh, I don’t know, fifty feet away from the body in that one scene?!”
“No. I didn’t. I was distracted by the eerie music and noises in the background. Or I was trying to figure out how some of the main characters kept disappearing and then suddenly jumped out, scaring me out of my seat,” she said indignantly and shrugged. “I guess I just don’t pay attention to those things.”
“And,” he continued, ghosting right past her explanations, “the people in these movies are not particularly smart. I swear, they always do the most unintelligent things in every scary movie. Like checking the door that someone just knocked on—in the middle of nowhere—by opening it and then just waltzing outside like, ‘Hello? Is anyone here?’”
Amika laughed at that. “Andrew...” she started, “it’s just a movie to get the audience going and entertained. No one in real life would actually—”
“Or when the main character says, ‘Hey, I have an idea. Let’s all split up.’ Why? So the killer can slowly pick them off one by one to accelerate the plot and suspense?”
“Andrew—” Amika said with a smile, but it was too late; he had become Rantdrew.
“And what gets me the most,” he continued, his voice rising, “is when the killer chases them and they stop at some rundown warehouse, thinking it’s a good idea. If I were being chased, I’d run straight to the next city—not veering off or doing anything stupid. But nooo, they stop, wait, and say, ‘Hey, I think the coast is clear—’ BOOM… dead. And it’s never a simple death; it’s always in some impossible way, bending the laws of reality. So again, I ask: did you see how the blood defied physics?”
They stared at him for a few seconds—Amika with a half-expectant smile, and Nikki with a disturbed look.
“But what if the killer—or killers—never get tired? Then would you hide in places like those abandoned warehouses?” Amika asked, feeding into it.
Andrew’s eyebrows pulled together as he thought. “Oh, you mean like infected people or zombies that can run after you? Well, in that case, it’s game over. If I were in that situation, I’d just hope I was immune to the virus or something.”
“So, you wouldn’t hide?” Amika asked slyly, eyeing her male friend.
“Well... I mean, in a situation like that, I—”
Nikki cut him off. “You would hide like the coward you are.” She shot him a smug grin.
Andrew flipped her off without hesitation.
For several minutes, the three of them walked quietly, each lost in their own thoughts. They imagined what it would be like if their lives mirrored the movies they’d just seen—thrust into those tense moments between life and death.
Would they respond like the characters on screen? Repeat the same reckless mistakes? Or would the reality of it all rewrite the script completely?
“Finally!” Andrew groaned. “We’re here.”
Amika was pulled out of the depths of her thoughts as they arrived at the front gates of Lakewood High.
“Why is it always so cold?” Nikki asked, shivering against the biting wind that had suddenly picked up.
“Because it’s winter, Nikki.” Andrew rolled his eyes like he’d gone through this a million times with her.
Nikki glared at him, biting her tongue.
Andrew closed his eyes and sighed. “I swear, Nikki, you have something going on, and I’m not quite sure what it is. Nobody but you has it.”
Nikki clenched her fist, pulling her arm back, going in for another one of her notorious...
| Erscheint lt. Verlag | 10.9.2025 |
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| Sprache | englisch |
| Themenwelt | Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy |
| ISBN-13 | 979-8-3178-1013-9 / 9798317810139 |
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