Dream of Alexander
Entering into their dream, Alexander sees a field of gigantic flowers, underneath a pink sky, with the sun blazing above. The field stretches far and wide, with no end in sight. Then, without warning, the sun falls from the sky and slams into the ground with terrific fury, sending a burning wave through the flowers, scorching them. Fire spreads, the leaves turning black and crumpling, crawling closer to Alexander. He cannot do anything but run, but as he does so, he feels his legs turn to water before suddenly he becomes entirely liquid. He seeped through the ground, escaping from the wrathful flames into a dark, calming place, safe from the fire.
"Sweet darling," he heard a deep, musical voice say, as he felt himself be hugged from behind. He could not see the speaker, too dark to see, but he felt her strong arms embrace him, holding him tightly against her. He could feel his head pressed against her voluminous breasts, as she softly hummed a lullaby to him. As she sang, his body became sluggish and drowsy as she rocked back and force.
Dream of Flint
Sitting by a campfire, Flint feels the chilly winds against him as he sits within a forest. From the dark, he could hear howls and see glowing eyes from within the shadows between the trees. However, what was most concerning were the figures about the campfire-wooden statues that had the appearance of his compatriots within the Putrid Blades. Laughing and drinking, posed in their happiest of moments.
The winds suddenly felt colder, blowing harder, and as they did, the trees froze, ice crawling up them. The fire sputters and spitters out embers, hungry for wood.
And in his hands, he had an axe.
