Sun had a good life in his Solar System, one filled with peace and love, but when a deadly long Leafbare hits the forest, he is forced to abandon his only home, along with his mother, Willow, the Star of their Solar System, and a small, feeble kit named Mercury. He hopes that they can find a new home, a way to escape the cold, but when his mother falls ill, and leaves him and Mercury all alone in this cruel world, his hope is crushed.
Sun barely had any motivation to continue, finding no purpose in life to continue, but when stumbles across an old friend, he finds his purpose once more. Now he finds the determination to become a Star just like his mother, to find a forever home for him and Mercury, and he is ready to finally let go of the troubling past.
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This is an original idea by me, @WhitemoonWcue is a co-writer. Most characters are from Solarballs, along with most story plots/ideas. Art is made by @WhitemoonWcue
I will change the title and cover when all the designs are finished.
!Important! This book will be separated into 2 parts/books. This one is the first one, it is meant to show more of the backstories and how they met ect. The second part will take place in their present, and it will have more of the Solarballs plot.
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.