What would you sacrifice to save the future?
In a world where climate disasters are engineered for profit, BioCore reigns supreme—controlling resources, governments, and lives. But when Skye Parker stumbles upon evidence of their crimes, she becomes the face of a global resistance determined to bring them down.
With a team of misfits by her side, Skye launches a bold campaign to expose BioCore’s greed and corruption. But as the stakes rise, so do the risks. Facing devastating betrayals, impossible choices, and BioCore’s final gambit to destroy everything they can’t control, Skye must rally the world to stop a company willing to sacrifice it all.
Green Horizons is a gripping dystopian thriller that blends high-stakes action, complex characters, and a powerful message about resilience and hope. Perfect for fans of The Hunger Games, Divergent, and The Maze Runner, this heart-pounding story will leave you breathless—and ready to fight for change.
The Price of Progress
The sky was dying, bleeding ash and fire across the horizon. Below, New Angeles teetered on the edge of ruin, its crumbling skyscrapers jutting like broken teeth from the rising tides. To those who could afford it, there were climate sanctuaries, domes of clean air and artificial sunlight. For everyone else, there was this—a world of unbreathable air and endless survival.
Seventeen-year-old Skye Parker adjusted her gas mask as she crouched on the edge of a dilapidated rooftop. The mask fogged slightly with each exhale, a constant reminder of how far humanity had fallen. In her hands, she held a damaged drone, its sleek frame scarred by something sharp and unforgiving. Its blinking red light cast faint, uneven pulses against her gloved fingers.
“Think it’s worth anything?”
Skye didn’t look up. She didn’t need to. That was Leo Martinez, her best friend and resident pain in the ass, leaning against a rusted railing like they weren’t perched above a city ready to devour them whole. His usual smirk was audible in his voice.
“It’s not about worth,” she muttered, her focus on prying open the drone’s casing. Wires spilled out in a tangle of frayed circuits, and her hands worked with practiced precision. “It’s about what it knows.”
Leo tilted his head, watching her like one might watch a stray cat deciding if it wanted to trust you. “You keep chasing ‘what it knows,’ and one day, it’s gonna know too much. You know BioCore doesn’t like when people get curious.”
Skye’s grip on the drone tightened, her voice sharpening. “Yeah? Well, I don’t like BioCore. So I guess we’re even.”
Leo snorted, crouching beside her. His spray can rattled faintly in his bag. “You’ve got a death wish, you know that? What’re you even looking for?”
“Answers,” she said flatly. “And maybe a way to fix this mess while I’m at it.”
Leo’s laughter was dry, bitter. “Fix it? Skye, this mess doesn’t get fixed. It gets bought and sold by guys in suits who’ll never set foot in a place like this.”
Skye finally looked up, her eyes sharp behind the mask. “That’s what they want you to think.”
Before Leo could reply, the drone in her hands crackled to life. Its embedded screen flickered, displaying a distorted image—a set of coordinates, a timestamp, and a single word.
EMBER.
I hope you enjoyed a look at the story’s prologue. It’s not all of it. Only a portion to (hopefully) peak your interest.
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