Name:  Alyxander (Alyx) Thorn<br/>Age:18<br/>Looks:<a class="postlink" href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2R09V-UYiQI/R2qzrtkEUGI/AAAAAAAAABM/mvOuxDT98d0/s320/Possessed_by_ramy.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Kate is sitting in her last class of the year. She watches the clock counting down the time to WinterFest holiday. There is a knock on the door when a messenger arrives with a sealed note.<br/>Dear, Kate, I have for you a Winterfest Gift. If he is still alive,you will find him at the wharf. I hope you have overcome your fear of going down there. I have my pet since he was 8 years old. I have seen to his education and Lord Draco has trained him personally. You should be a full fledged mage now and old enough to court. May he please you as he has me. That is if he is still alive by the time you find him.<br/><br/>Your Aunt,<br/><br/>Malora<br/><br/>Kate read the letter and quickly approached her teacher. I have to leave Mage Addison. I have a family matter to attend to. I am sorry to leave early. It involves my Aunt Malora and a pet of hers. The teacher shakes his head and sighs, "By all means Katherine. Take what you need from the infirmary and send word if you need assistance."<br/><br/>Kate ran to gather supplies and hand just made a healing potion in class earlier. She met her father's driver outside and hands him the letter. "Please Peel hurry."<br/><br/>Peel had the horses in a full gallop and stops at the warehouse that animals were housed in pens. Kate rushed to a guard and he leads her to a pen where a large cage holds a young male, shackled and barely clothed.<br/><br/>The young man sees a young female about his age. She wears a mage robe cloaked with a woolen cape. Her hair is red/brown in a single braid down to her waist and she looks at him with large, emerald green eyes. She opens the gate to the stall and stands before the cage.  Her voice just as worried as the expression on her face.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Alyxander was still and silent, his head hung. His dark, chocolate brown hair shadowed his eyes and masked the pain that he was in at the moment. His breathing was shallow and quiet, weak to say the least. Never once did he lift his head nor turn his gaze as he heard movement from the front of the warehouse. A quiet groan slipped from his lips as he shifted uneasily, wincing against the chains that held him where he was; hardly necessary when he was in such a harsh condition and so very weak.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Oh Gods are you alive?"</span><br/><br/>The boy lift his head a little at the voice, the words laced with honest concern. "Depend o-on your... definition of a-alive." She stuttered quietly, struggling to speak but managing to do so in spite of the agony he was in. He hissed in pain as another wave came crashing down upon him like the tides of the ocean in the midst of a terrible storm. He managed to raise his eyes towards the voice, seeing a girl around his age. 'I must be dreaming.' He thought bitterly. 'Could I have fallen asleep? No, the pain is still here. Then why is such a girl like her here of all places?'<br/><br/>((well that ended up better than I'd thought! =D Yay! However, now I need to go to sleep, so goodnight))