Light (Alexanderish 3rd person)
"When all hope was lost there was you"
It was pitch black. Nothing but darkness. Alone, he was all alone, or so Alexander thought. Until a hand reached out to him. A very familiar and beloved hand. That hand pulled him into a bright light. He was in front of his fathers palace in macadonia. Alexander looked down at himself and relized that he wasn't 33 but 17 again. Alexander turned when he heard his name, spoken by a very familiar and very missed voice.
"Hephaestion" Alexander breathes, when he saw him, he too was 17 again. They were together again. Forever and always.