Book Excerpt - Prolog:

“This can’t be real,” he stammered, staring in wonder.
He was in his old bedroom. Everything was as he remembered it, but before the world changes had happened.
He turned his head, taking in every detail of the walls and furnishings, every poster and baseball paraphernalia that had been such a big part of his childhood. It all seemed so childish to him now. In such a short time he had transitioned from boy to manhood. Yet, these childhood memories gave him some comfort.
‘Was it all a dream?’ he wondered. ‘No, it can’t be. It was too real.’ As he looked around the room, so familiar, so comforting, he was forced to question.
Varoon, his spiritual mentor, had said that life was like a dream. When we are caught in the dream it seems to be reality. It’s only when we awaken that we realize the truth. Aaden spotted the baseball sitting on the bedside table. He picked it up, staring at the signatures on the ball. It’d been signed by all his star players, a special gift to him from his father for his fifteenth birthday. He turned it in his hand, checking every signature, searching, hoping for something to be out of place. He tossed the ball vertically and caught it again. He gave it a squeeze.
“Seems pretty real to me,” he murmured.
‘But if that’s so,’ he thought, ‘then my memories of Varoon and the Astar Confederation are not real. That can’t be so.’
The curtain blowing in the early morning breeze caught his eye. He got out of bed and walked slowly to the window. Everything in the neighborhood was as he remembered it. There was no sign whatsoever of any destruction.
Turning at the sound of his bedroom door clicking open he saw his mother standing in the doorway. The bewildered expression on her face showed him that she was just as confused, if not more so, than him.
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