<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcQlmbe8hOei3dfpW3A_Y5pasVRCOx0mJ8bPozh5xFpPpBPlnVbh&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: engravers mt;">Alexandra Rose Pretorius</span></span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Ares<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Ares House<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Jeremiah, Open<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>June 20th, pre-Ball<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Mix of emotions<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong>See picture<br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong>It's Lex...Let's be real...<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>It took a few hours before Lex finally started to wake.  Her body had mostly healed itself by the time she opened her eyes.  At least, it was healed enough she wouldn’t need to visit the doctor for this.  Unfortunately, her head hurt so much, it was difficult to process the information she was taking in upon opening her eyes.  The lights hit her sore eyes like blinding sunlight and all she could do was react.<br/><br/>Quickly, she shot out of the bed, her body barely able to stay upright and her lips clenched as she tried not to let the sound of the toll this was putting on her body be made.  Her right hand grabbed for the first thing within reach which happened to be the sword that sat against the wall right next to Lex’s bed while her left hand swung up to block her eyes from the light of the room.  Her body swayed, threatening to fall but she wouldn’t let it.<br/><br/>Barely seeing the outline of Jeremiah’s figure, she ran in for the attack.  She couldn’t even move in a straight line and her body kept trying to give out beneath her, but she forced herself through.  When she reached the figure, she didn’t waste any time in trying to figure out if she recognized the man.  She didn’t use her voice to alert him to her presence.  No, she swung the sword, slicing directly across his neck.  Or at least she would have if her aim hadn’t been about a foot off and too high to begin with.  She still swung like a trained warrior, until her body followed the weight of the sword, stumbling to the right as her left hand came up to grab her forehead.