Warlord Born (The Great Insurrection Book 1) by David Beers & Michael Anderle

Author:David Beers & Michael Anderle [Beers, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2021-02-15T16:00:00+00:00

Alistair was dreaming, and he knew it. His mind had taken him somewhere peaceful, somewhere he wanted to be, rather than the hell his life had become. He didn't want to stop dreaming. He didn't want to wake up, wishing he could exist in this place forever.

The edges of the world were hazy, as dreams usually were, but the focus of this particular one was extremely sharp.

Is this what the mutant was talking about? he wondered. Are these the dreams he meant?

It had to be because this was a dream unlike any he'd ever seen.

He was staring at his wife, at Luna.

She sat on the other side of the table from him. It was their second date. The first one had been awful. Alistair hadn't known what to say, and looking back on it, he'd barely been a man back then. He’d been twenty-two when he exited the Academy and twenty-three when he'd met her. He had over fifty kills to his name by then, had graduated as Rex of his Academy class, and still had choked up when it came to saying anything to the beautiful lady.

On the first date, when their AirTaxi had dropped her off, she'd turned around and looked at him for a long moment. "I'm going to assume you came down with some rare disease that makes you mute for twenty-four hours instead of assuming that you don't like me. That means I'm going to give you twenty-four more hours to get over this sickness, then I expect you to call me and ask me out again. Do you understand all that? It could also be that you're incredibly dumb, and if that's the case, I'm beyond frightened for the Commonwealth. Do you understand what I'm saying, Mr. Kane?"

Alistair's eyes had widened, and he’d simply nodded. He'd tried swallowing, but his mouth had been dry.

"Good. I will expect the call tomorrow when your vocal chords start working again."

She'd walked inside, and the door had slammed shut behind her.

Had he fallen in love then? It was cliché or something out of a sappy holovid, but yes, he'd known then. No one had spoken to him like that since he’d graduated from the Academy. He was destined to be a Primus one day, and sooner rather than later, yet the woman had verbally slapped him for being a flat-out idiot.

And the second date? What he now stood in, the weirdest dream of his entire life?

"I'm sorry about the other night," he told her. A week had passed before she'd been available, despite him calling the very next day. "I...I took some vitamin D shots, and I think the disease cleared up."

She gave a slight grin, her beer just below her lips. "It speaks." She took a sip and put it back down, still grinning. "They not teach you boys how to talk to the ladies in that Academy?"

He hadn't known what to say then and felt himself about to fall all over his words. It was a miracle of the gods that he managed to say anything and that what he said wasn't that bad.

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