Alexander was having yet another nightmare...of his times oversea. He was a young man, but the war aged him for longer than he should of aged. It was his time out in the middle-east. It was in one of the bad places of the middle-east. He was with some good friends and brothers and sisters in arms that day. And it was a bloody day.<br/><br/>The sounds of gunfire...people shouting orders...bombs going off...women and children screaming...his buddies and comrades falling before the enemy...rivers of blood forming in the streets. He was looking around, firing off his standard issue suburban warfare 'SAW' gun at any thing that was carrying a weapon and wasn't in American military ware or wearing the colors of the middle-east anti-terrorist force.<br/><br/>And that was when he saw him...the insurgent on the rooftop with a sniper rifle. He had his scopes set on one of his closest friends within the unit. He screamed out his name, but the friend just looked back at him and saw him pointing to the sniper and yelling get down. Instead, he looked to the sniper just as he pulled the trigger...<br/><br/>He woke up sweating and panting heavily as if he had just ran five miles non-stop. He didn't know what was going on, something had happened when he fell asleep...he always had those nightmares when he went to sleep. The war never stopped for him.<br/><br/>He got onto his feet and noticed that he wasn't in his bedroom...but rather, an odd dark room that had little to nothing in it besides...doors? Portals? Gateways? Something. A single word kept ringing in his mind...<i>Choose</i>...<i>Choose</i>...<i>Choose</i>...Choose what?<br/><br/>He noticed something odd...he usually slept in nothing but a pair of pajama pants...but he felt a bit...heavier. He looked down and jumped, he was in his military uniform. Complete with polished combat boots with suburban and desert mixed camouflaged pants tucked into the boots, same style coloring jacket with a white shirt underneath it, thought the jacket was completely zipped up. He also had the dog-tags of his friends and himself hanging around his neck, though he made extra sure to tuck them in under the jacket. They were some of his very prized possessions.<br/><br/>He also noticed that strapped to his waist was his father's desert eagle pistol, and he had four extra ammunition clips on a strap on his chest. He also felt a weight on his back and moved a hand over there and noticed that there was a metal object there. He traced it up till he found what felt like a hilt and pulled it. He was surprised to hear what sounded like a knife coming out of its sheath, though it sounded longer...and heavier...like a...<br/><br/>He gasped as he saw the ancient Roman long sword was in his hand, the one used by his ancestor in ancient Rome. And there, the inscription:<i>Sword and Wielder one, Smite Evil by Gods' names, And Win another Day</i>.<br/><br/>Knowing getting distracted for too long was deadly in unknown territory, he slowly and carefully put the ancient, though now newly made looking, sword back into its sheath behind his back and looked around a bit more. He was surprised to see another person there inside the room as well. He blinked as he studied this...man, it seemed, and figured he was 'normal' enough to find around here.<br/><br/>He quickly jogged double-time to him and called out,"Hey! You! Sir! Pardon me, Sir...But do you have any idea in what in the name of Hell is this place?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>