“No! Noo! Nooo! Close your eyes, Aaron!” And while a bright flash filled the room, my memory started fading away.
It was a dark and stormy night in the second decade of the Third War of Sephirex Prime. In a rundown motel, a beeper was thrown at the wall, crashing as it hit. I was awake, my heart was still beating from the dream I had and the bottles of yesterday’s reunion were lying all around; just like the blond and red-haired resistance fighters, I took home. The red light of the system’s star glowed through the windows. I could only think of myself as lucky to have found the perfect princesses in the middle of this war-torn system.