As Alexander slept he dreamt of a battlefield in a far off place. There were many bizarre-looking entities there. Some had 2 heads but were shaped like they were being warped and stretched out. Some had dog heads that looked melted and were made of rocks and scales others looked like feathers made from bones and fish scales. It was a bizarre scene.

Alexander then noticed his environment. There were trees but upside down as if the roots grew towards the sky. Its as if the worlds were twisted and inverted.

He took the blade that was in his hands and he slashed apart bodies, He stabbed through the eyes, he cut off limbs, he chopped heads off as if driven by the love of cutting. Blood splattered everywhere, a myriad of colors just as bizarre as the bodies he cut.

Corpse piled up high limbs scattered everywhere even oceans of blood formed.

The amount of death he observed excited him immensely he couldn't help but laugh.

His sense of the battlefield was amazing he could tell where attacks were coming from, where they were aimed at ,which attacks could be lethal and which ones couldn't harm him or harm him so minor that his wounds healed up instantaneously.

He looked all over the battlefield and ran towards the biggest group of enemies he could find and continued to slaughter. He reveled in being strong.

His dream shifted quickly.

He was now in a black space, he couldn't move nor could he scream he just existed.

The seconds became minutes, minutes became hours ,hours became days. It was unknown how long he spent in the dark but he felt himself going mad.

One day amongst the madness he suddenly felt a warm embrace.

He still couldn't see nor could he move but the warmth embraced him it comforted him in his time of loneliness.

The warmth was like a mother embracing her child for the first time. It comforted him greatly.

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This warmth rid him of his madness and made him calm and collected.

He loved this warmth but every so often the warmth would disappear when it left he felt alone again but when he started to feel anxious the warmth return this cycle continued for a while till one day decided to take in the warmth.

He pictured himself grabbing the warm feeling. It started to flow into him and he felt the warmth become apart of himself!

He felt happy.

When the Warmth left as it normally did the warmth Inside himself was still there and it kept the madness away.

He absolutely loved this feeling of being warm and protected then one day he started to see.

He was completely shocked he was no longer stuck in the everlasting darkness he had become aware.

He saw a field of dirt as far as he could "see". He turned his vision towards him self and noticed that he was a sapling and the warmth was the sun.

It all made sense now the darkness was the ground and the warmth was the sun he thought to himself.

He was a sapling of what variety he did not know.

Every day he absorbed the suns rays he just loved the feeling.

Everyday he grew taller and taller and with his new height he could see further and further.

One day a group of creatures showed up they all had green hair and were fair skinned.

One of them had a crown of branches she walked up to me and spoke but I couldn't understand her.

It made me sad.

She had a frown on her face but she place her hand on my trunk and used a mental connection.

"Can you understand me?"She asked politely. "Yes." I replied but it wasn't my voice it was rough and gravely.

May we bask in the shade of your great and mighty tree.

She spoke with reverence .I replied "yes" It was a curt and simple reply but she understood and smiled.

She quickly left and spoke in a foreign language and many tribe member appeared happy.

They danced in place and shouted many things that he did not understand but soon calmed down when the sun went away.

One child in a distance looked to be around 10 years old came running and hugged my trunk when I noticed her I was shocked and I awoke.

When I woke up the image of the child flashed through my mind her hair and eye color were green like emeralds and filled with happiness but her face was very similar to her.

It was a slight differences but she shared many features with Frindle so much so that it startled me awake.

On the other side of the Galaxy a woman with brown eyes and chestnut hair shed a tear and she looked at the opposing army and was furious.

These feelings that she had buried in her heart surfaced and was consumed by Born for battle the warmth of the sun did not affect her because she did not want it to.

She reveled in the fury and madness that affected Bolly.

She knew where it came from. After all everyone who practiced The Grand Astral technique could learn things from all of those attached to the technique.

Bolly The bloody barbarian loved fighting and when he learned the Grand Astral technique he focused all of that into his constellation. His constilation was in the shape of a man and in it the eyes were blood red with those eyes held Born for battle it was his Clans blood technique and Bolly had used it and mastered it so well that he made it into a secret technique that could spread to others and while not as strong as a bloodline it was very close.

"Damn it, I didn't want to remember this!" She unleashed her madness and hatred towards the enemy.

Die!, Die, ALL OF YOU MUST DIE! BLEED FOR ME, The madness that had consumed Bolly had consumed Frindle.