Alexander rapidly fell in and out of consciousness, faint feelings of being moved and flashes of vision fluttered in front of him. He still couldn’t pull himself awake, his eyes refusing to peel open. His breathing came in ragged gasps and whenever consciousness would come to him it distorted his reality into odd dreams and twisted worlds. He was faintly aware of something happening to his body as his mind slipped away.<br/><br/>It was a struggle to eventually shift from unconscious sleep to conscious sleep. Unfortunately this then lead to the occurances of his usual night terrors, only amplified by his exhausted limbs and battered body. Past slain monsters and creatures were phantoms in his mind, clawing at his skin and tearing at his flesh. Teeth caught on bone and talons found their mark cutting through tendon. A spear like tail shot out from the darkness and blossomed through his chest, slipping past his ribs and shooting through his heart.<br/><br/>A scream ripped through his throat as he shot awake, hand reaching desperately searching for his sword. Sweat poured down his forehead as his eyes shot back and forth, attempting to take in his surroundings. Questions sprouted in his mind. Where was he? How did his wounds sow themselves up? He pressed his hand against his side, noticing the absence of his clothes and the presence of new bandages. A small frown resides on his lips as he attempted to move, only causing pain to erupt from his entire body.