A Scientist's Remorse Prequel to Memories of Chronosalis
by Ceara Comeau Genre: Science Fantasy
Darmentraea became a prison, Galaseya a thriving Utopia; Diraetus finally found peace, and Heirsha provided healing to all. Amber and her friends had adjusted to their new roles in life when an unexpected surprise appeared on Heirsha--A secret truth. One that could shed light on the mysteries surrounding the immortal families.
Why so much bitterness? What happened between Jermiar and Huntinylar? What secrets does Marsacor conceal behind his coarse exterior? Who is the mysterious family member that no one seems to want to talk about? And why were both families plagued by constant tragedy? One answer--Khyra Crawford.
Two thousand years before Amber's story began, Khyra was a brilliant young environmental scientist who wanted her world to be clean from man's pollution. Her father, a world-renowned chemist, had an idea of his own and created a devastating chemical that nearly exterminated all of mankind. She fought hard to repair the damages her father created. Not to mention take back her life from the one that his transgressions against humanity made for her. But in doing so, she found herself dragged into a web of lies, danger, and otherworldly chaos, and a destiny that wasn't hers to alter.
This is the REAL story, one that should have never been told.
**THIS IS NOT A STAND ALONE BOOK! MUST BE READ AFTER MEMORIES OF CHRONOSALIS!**
Soundlessly, we rose high into the sky, the Beacon in its entirety looming below. My eyes widened at the sight as we continued to rise. From the sky, the structure looked like a beetle, with three protruding pods on the outermost parts of each “wing.” The front had a massive round window, which I assumed to be another science lab, but the top metal part of the container formed into an arrow with a jagged center. Strange, glowing blue lines connected the inner parts of the arrow, forming a woven pattern that was mesmerizing. Looking back, Emrys intentionally lingered over the Beacon so I could get a better view as to what it was. I looked at him as he smiled down on this monstrosity as if it were his most prized possession. Then he shifted the hover vehicle into gear, and we soared over the desolate land until the Beacon was no larger than a thumbnail. Emrys stopped the vehicle on the ocean’s edge and directed my attention to a beautiful polar bear and her cubs playing on a distant ice shelf. He flipped a few switches and put the vehicle in idle mode. We peacefully hovered, watching what were possibly the last remnants of nature.
Memories of Chronosalis
by Ceara Comeau
It’s one thing to read about heroes saving worlds in far oﬀ galaxies, but to become one is an entirely different story. Sixteen-year-old Amber Oak wanted nothing more than to stay in her own world of music and solitude. But the inhabitants of Galaseya, a Utopian planet rooted in the past, had other ideas in mind. According to them, only she wielded the power to stop the dark forces threatening their home. At ﬁrst, Amber sympathized with the planet, but saw no reason to involve herself in the aﬀairs of something outside her world. But the stakes have risen when she discovers that Galaseya is not only the world that has been invading her dreams, but also the place her estranged family originated from. With this new knowledge, questions began to surface and secrets of Amber’s life come to light causing her to second guess everything she knows.
“You just had to ruin my fun.”
Swiftly, he raised a strong hand and grabbed Amber by the throat, drew her back and threw her with a violent force through an opening in the trees. If I live through this madness, maybe I should take up flying lessons, thought Amber morbidly. A tree quickly snuffed out this thought and many others when Amber’s back met the coarse bark—her body momentarily wrapped backward around the tree before crumpling to the ground. I’m dead, it’s official. How can I not be? I felt my body break in half! So…then why am I still thinking? she thought as she slowly moved her body, afraid to open her eyes. Her eyebrows knitted as a metallic-smelling warm breeze brushed her face. But this wasn’t from the wind but rather someone’s breath. Nervously, Amber opened one eye and saw the strangest, yet cutest little monkey she had ever seen.
It stood over her, about two and a half feet tall. Its huge gray eyes, which took up most of its face, leaving no room for a nose or mouth, glowed against its jet black long fur. That left a few questions running through her mind. When did Galaseya get monkeys and where did that warm breeze come from? The once cute little monkey cocked its head to the right as it casually lifted its large, flat tail. The six-foot long beaver-like tail didn’t bother Amber so much as did the razor-sharp teeth protruding from underneath it. This was the creature’s mouth—this was how it fed. The clicking of the teeth, which started with a small hum, now grew to a near roar as Amber quickly crawled out of the creature’s way.
Her heart continued to race as her back bumped into something cold and stiff. Afraid it was yet another monstrous creature, she slowly turned around, not wanting to give it any reason to attack. No…not a creature, something far more disturbing—a hanging corpse. She jumped to her feet as an unearthly scream escaped her lips. Chris’ body hung from a dead tree. Judging by the color of his skin, he had been there for a while. Amber turned in a circle around the dismal foggy clearing she had landed in and noticed several more bodies hanging from other dead trees—each corpse, a member of her family.
I've been writing stories since I can remember. Stories, I thought, were just for children my age and I did not think they would go far. At fifteen years old, I was proven wrong. My parents took a look at my stories and saw something in them that I could not see. They saw the potential of a good book, or two!
With my Dad as the editor and my Mom doing the formatting, we self-published these books. I did not think anyone, other than my family, would want to read the ramblings of a young teenager. When we published "Amber Oak Mysteries Volume 1" and "Adventures of the Young and Curious," I was fifteen years old, then the unexpected happened. People would write to me and they told me how much they loved my books.
During the time, when I was seventeen, I stopped writing. I lost faith in myself and my ability to write. But , my mom suggested that we publish my third book, for it had been sitting on the shelf for about two years. She thought it would be good to get it out there, before I started college. I did not see what harm it could do, so my third book, "Amber Oak Mysteries Volume 2" was published. In 2012 I published "Amber Oak and the Missing Links". I went on to publish "Amber Oak and the Master of Illusions". In 2015 I published something different call "The Lost Journal of Erika Traynor". These is currently available on lulu.com, amazon.com and barnesandnoble.com.
Recently I realized I needed to go back and redo the original Amber Oak Mystery series. It had potential, but I knew I could do better. It will be different than the originals as it focuses more on science fiction and fantasy rather than mystery. The title of the book is "Memories of Chronosalis".