Alyxander had fallen asleep not long after Kate. For a little bit all was peaceful and calm, a deep, comforting slumber... but that was shattered and broken within a few hours. A nightmare had replaced the soothing darkness of sleep. No, it was a memory. He wish he could say it had just been a horrible nightmare, but it had once been his reality.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Young Alyx was shackled and tied down, struggling frantically against his bindings. He tossed his head from side to side, trying to get away from drinking the fluid that was in the golden chalice. Blood ran down his arms from cuts on his inner arm, the blood being collected into a golden bowl as it dripped from his fingertips. He managed to avoid it for a little bit, but soon enough the dark robed men had become annoyed by his resistance. "Hold still, you little runt!" One of them yelled, grabbing a handful of his dark brown hair. The child cried out and screamed, tears running down his face from the agony and pain. "No! no!" He whined at the top of his lungs. His head was forced to stay still as the liquid was poured into his mouth despite his pleas, and he spat it out, choking and coughing as he wrenched his head away.<br/></span><br/>Then Alyxander heard a soft voice, a whisper. He recognized it to be Kate's, knowing he must have waken her up, but unable to push the dream away.<span style="font-style: italic">"Remember this later. Go to the meadow Alyx.. you can do this on your own..is just a dream.. go the stream... your safe again..."</span>"No... no..." He moaned softly, tossing his head in his sleep and still trying to escape Kate's grasp as he fought with the nightmare that had overtaken him.