You have YOU (eBook)

Sarantos (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
176 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
979-8-9934365-1-7 (ISBN)

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You have YOU marks the thrilling conclusion to Sarantos' powerful fantasy trilogy. As Sun's life hangs in the balance and Phineas' carefully laid plans unravel, the story races toward a breathtaking finale. With destiny closing in, will Phineas finally discover who he's meant to be, or will everything he's fought for be lost forever?

Sarantos: Author, Storyteller & Proud Nerd 12 years of crafting stories that inspire and entertain! Meet Sarantos-a Chicago-based fiction author, screenwriter, musician, and self-proclaimed nerd who's never afraid to break the mold. With 11 books and counting, Sarantos weaves captivating fantasy worlds, heartfelt narratives, and compelling characters that resonate deeply with readers. Whether through his novels, screenplays or music, storytelling is at the core of everything he creates. Sarantos has always believed that books are more than just words on a page-they're windows into other worlds, mirrors that reflect our own, and sometimes even the spark that lights the fire for change. Known for his tireless creativity, Sarantos has achieved what few dare: releasing a new book chapter, song, lyric video, music video, and poem every single month since 2014. The result? An ever-growing collection of 272 original songs and 11 books that fans of fantasy, adventure, and heartfelt tales can't get enough of. The Sarantos Story: A Writer Who Does It All Sarantos isn't just an author-he's a multi-instrumentalist, songwriter, producer, screenwriter, comic book enthusiast, and host of The Songwriters Show, a globally syndicated radio show reaching 206 countries. Whether crafting epic novels or chart-topping tunes, Sarantos combines passion, humor, and a unique nerdy flair that sets him apart. Every November, Sarantos releases a new album and novel, bringing his worlds of music and storytelling together in a way that delights both readers and listeners. His works often explore themes of belonging, perseverance, and the joy of embracing your inner nerd. A Writer with Heart Sarantos' journey isn't just about the stories-it's about making a difference. A portion of all proceeds from his work goes to charities chosen by his fans, including Make-A-Wish, the American Cancer Society, and St. Jude's. His commitment to authenticity and giving back reflects in everything he creates. Whether you're here for the music, screenplays or the books, Sarantos invites you into a world where creativity knows no limits. Dive into his fantasy novels, follow his characters on epic adventures, and experience the magic of storytelling from a true DIY artist. Human Authored certification The Authors Guild has awarded Sarantos the prestigious 'Human Authored' certification, recognizing his commitment to creating literary works solely through human creativity without reliance on artificial intelligence. The Human Authored initiative distinguishes authors who uphold authenticity in an era increasingly influenced by AI-generated content. This certification assures readers that Sarantos' work reflects his genuine voice and originality. This highlights the importance of the human touch in storytelling. Achievements & Recognition From Grammy Award consideration (2017 & 2024) and 63 music and film awards to features in Billboard, BBC airplay and regular placement on the Digital Radio Tracker Top 200, Sarantos has built serious industry credibility, without ever compromising his vision. He remains a fixture at #1 on ReverbNation's global rock charts, proudly releasing his music entirely on his own-no label, no manager, no middleman, no marketing machine. Just one nerd against the world. Sarantos is here to make books for those who don't quite fit in, for those who crave something different, and for those who believe in the power of a good book to change the world. You can't buy happiness, but you can read something from Sarantos-and that's kind of the same thing. Follow Sarantos: Website:www.melogia.comAmazon: Sarantos on Amazon Author's Guild: Author's GuildBookBaby: Sarantos on BookBaby YouTube: SarantosMelogiaGoodreads: Sarantos on GoodReads Facebook: @SarantosMelogiaInstagram: @SarantosMelogia Twitter: @SarantosMelogiaTikTok: @Sarantos

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Sun lies unconscious. Phineas, still unable to master his powers, finds himself unraveling just as Cadmus' threat grows ever closer. What began as a quest for revenge has spiraled into chaos, and now, Phineas must confront the wreckage he's left behind and choose what kind of man he wants to become. In this gripping final installment of Sarantos' fantasy trilogy, Phineas faces his most perilous trials yet - ones that endanger not just his life, but the fragile bonds he's formed along the way. As the weight of his true identity bears down, and new alliances blur the line between right and wrong, Phineas must navigate a path fraught with sacrifice, betrayal, and impossible decisions. But when everything he's been chasing turns to chase him, will he rise to meet his destiny or be crushed by it?

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~ You have YOU ~

 

CHAPTER 1

 

The grass under his feet crunched with each step. As his feet met the earth with force, a veil of dust billowed behind him. His legs screamed for mercy, but he pushed harder, fixing his gaze firmly on the path ahead. Phineas’ lungs burned as he sprinted along the riverbank, his mind racing faster than his feet. The Silent River’s roar couldn’t drown out the echoes of his failures—the friends he’d failed to protect, the village left in ruins, and Sun’s lifeless body in his arms. He wasn’t just running; he was trying to outrun himself.

As he continued running, the undulating bends of the Silent River's bed infused the path with a sense of mystery and adventure, beckoning travelers with its serpentine allure. Phineas traced every twist and turn of the river's course, the rushing water beside him a constant companion. Despite its name, the Silent River was indeed treacherous. In certain sections, tranquil pools of teal water gathered, creating serene havens where weary travelers could rest and bathe. Yet, as the land sloped downward, the currents surged with such force that the water transformed into frothy cascades of pure white.

Phineas loved it though. When he was running, he could focus on those sounds, on the crescendos and hushes of their lullaby and let them flood his head. It was the only time when he could stop hearing his own thoughts, the only moment his head was finally at peace.

Bent at the waist, hands resting on his knees, he paused to reclaim his breath, each inhalation a struggle against exhaustion. His chest rose and fell quickly. He felt the flush of heat in his cheeks, but took solace in the absence of a stabbing pain in his side.

Straightening up, he placed his hands on his lower back and pushed, tilting his head back and sticking out his chest. His muscles throbbed with soreness, but the effort was undeniably worth it, reflected in the significant boost to his endurance. As he stretched, he glanced at the sky above him. Above, the heavens arched in an unbroken expanse of blue, devoid of even a whisper of cloud. The sun brushed his skin, keeping it warm. Phineas sealed his eyes shut, relishing the serenity of the moment. He remembered Sun’s words from his childhood a long time ago. “You have you,” she had told him, “no matter what. I will always be with you, but if I’m not, always remember you will always have you.” He dwelled on thoughts of her for what felt like an eternity, lost in the labyrinth of his mind.

Suddenly, he heard something. “Is that him?” someone whispered close by. “Is it wise for all of them to be here? What if they drag us all into it?”

“Shh, he’ll hear you!” another voice said.

Slowly blinking his eyes open, Phineas glimpsed sideways to find two teenagers, probably a few years younger than him, their words barely audible as they exchanged murmurs. As soon as they caught sight of being observed, they leapt up in a sudden flurry, spinning around to shield themselves from view.

“Let’s get out of here,” the smaller one said, pulling on the sleeve of the other. In a matter of seconds, they were sprinting up the road, disappearing into the village ahead.

Phineas sighed. The scrutiny had become a familiar part of his reality, yet it still grated on his nerves. But lately, he found that one glance from him would send most onlookers running. He wasn’t sure how to feel about this.

Squinting up at the sun one last time, Phineas relaxed his posture and took an already familiar path through a colorful vegetable garden. Past all the tomatoes, carrots, and lettuce, there was a small house up on a hill nearby, built into the rock of a small outcrop by the river. The landscape was alive with color, with wildflowers bursting forth in a vibrant tapestry of hues everywhere around it, in sultry tones of yellow and pink. Phineas grabbed some and climbed up the steps to the front door.

Before going in, he dusted his shoes off by the entrance, then removed them and placed them carefully by the door.

Phineas shivered when the shade cooled him down. He closed the door without making a sound. The hallway was empty. Though there were murmurs of sound at the end of the hall, Phineas headed straight for the staircase and ascended two flights to reach the second floor.

There was only one room there. The rest were on the first floor. Amongst the collection, it stood out with its expansive windows, inviting streams of sunlight to pour in, bathing the space in a radiant glow. Phineas entered and smiled.

“Hey, Sun.” He closed the door behind him gently and walked straight to her bedside table. “I brought you some flowers.”

The vase gracing the table cradled flowers that had wilted, their once vibrant petals now muted and lifeless, so Phineas took it to the bathroom and changed them for the new ones. Satisfied with his work, he then sat on the edge of her bed and brushed his fingers through Sun’s silky pink hair.

“I've never seen this kind around the farm, but I thought you would like them.” Tucking a strand behind Sun's ear, he took a long look at her face.

She didn't respond. Of course she wouldn't. She'd been unconscious ever since they’d escaped the Pethosyus’ Castle. She was still so pale, even though Phineas had moved the bed right next to the window, hoping the sunlight would reach her as much as possible.

“I've been training hard, you know? Perhaps even more than before. My strength and endurance are better than ever, and I feel good. I feel stronger.” He paused and watched her face, as unreadable as ever. But optimism always felt much better than anxiety, so he carried on. “My hair is longer now, too.” He grabbed the end of his shoulder length ponytail between his fingers and chuckled. “I bet you'll hate it. So you have to wake up soon so you can nag me and tell me to cut it off, ok?”

She still didn't respond. A sharp pang pierced his chest as the silence stretched on, unbroken. Sun remained completely motionless. Her shallow breathing was almost imperceptible to him, a mere whisper amidst the stillness. It was heartbreaking to see her like this, with her spark gone. Phineas’ throat closed up, and when he spoke next, it hurt to do so through the knot straining his voice. He took Sun's hand in his and squeezed.

“It’s been two months already, Sun,” Phineas whispered, gripping her hand like it was his only anchor. “Please come back to me. I don’t think I can do this alone.” He squeezed her hand one more time. “I can’t do this without you.”

He visited her every day, clinging to the hope that she might awaken at any moment, that perhaps his words were finding their way to her and would elicit a response. But today, like every other day, Sun stayed still like a statue.

With a heavy sigh, Phineas got up and exited the room. Back on the ground floor, he was about to head down the hall when he was almost run over by a fidgety Chee.

“Sorry, Phi!” he yelled as he skidded to a stop by the door and started jumping on one foot to get his shoes off.

Almost a full second later, he heard another scream coming from the kitchen.

“Who dirtied my floors again?! You better hope I don't catch you or else-”

Phineas sent his friend a sympathetic smile and headed down to where the ruckus was coming from.

“Hey, Ms. Reynolds,” he greeted as he entered the room. The space wasn’t that big. There was a back door, a counter with bowls of fruit, a window that overlooked the river, and a small oven where a pot was boiling with the delicious aroma of stew.

At the heart of the room stood a small table, surrounded by five chairs, fostering a sense of intimacy and connection. A tall, slender woman, probably around Monica’s age, was standing in front of it, arms perched on her hips as her dirty blond hair was swishing on her back.

She leveled a penetrating stare at Phineas, who reacted by immediately lifting his hands in submission, revealing his sock-clad foot.

“Chee!” she yelled, stomping back towards the front entrance.

Phineas shook his head before striding over to where Lukas was setting the table. “How many times does this make?”

“Nineteen. You'd think he'd remember, after all this time. It's a good thing Mom really likes him.” There was a smile playing on his lips as he sat down. Phineas followed suit and a moment later, Ms. Reynolds came back with a crestfallen Chee trudging behind her.

“Seriously, how many times?” she murmured under her breath as she went straight to the oven and started serving the stew in bowls. Chee grabbed them from her and placed them neatly on the table. Then they all sat down to eat. The fifth seat remained empty, as usual.

“Do the scouts have any news, Ms. Reynolds?” Phineas asked carefully once he had some food in his belly.

The woman sighed. “I told you to call me Claudia. And I'm afraid not.”

Phineas felt deflated, his hand resting limp over his fork. From the moment they arrived at Lukas' previous home, Phineas had been looking everywhere for information on how best to help Sun. However, he quickly discovered that the path ahead wouldn't unfold as smoothly as he had hoped.

The hidden village where Ms. Reynolds lived was in a strategic spot, nestled between the mountains to avoid easy detection. Dragons from many clans lived there together peacefully, taking refuge...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 14.11.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
• ISBN-13: 979-8-9934365-1-7 / 9798993436517