Hey everyone,

Sorry for taking such a long time for this chapter. AP testing and sports got in the way, so I have a special treat for you: a five thousand word-long chapter! A lot of thought went into this, and I was really happy to finally end Alexander's encounters with the Eldar for a little bit. Enjoy!

A small, square, white hallway. At the end was one door on the left; there was nothing else. And that was also the only thing that Alexander could comprehend at this point. Am I in an Eldar solitary confinement for playing the Beatles? He wondered. I never had a chance to at least say goodbye to the others. Heck, I didn't even get to bow! Alexander looked at the one door at the end of the hallway. It wasn't even a door, just an opening into what was probably another room. He didn't trust it, but eventually Alexander's curiosity got the better him and began to walk towards the door. Still being cautious, he stayed away from the opening and poked his head through the opening, but it was just a bedroom. Although it was a bright white (at this point, Alexander was used to it. He lived with the Harlequins for 200 years, after all) it looked like an army barracks, with one cot in the far right corner of a plain room. However, there was an Eldar meditating in front of the bed.

Alexander suddenly felt exhausted; his legs began to shake and his eyes became heavy. He walked past the meditating Eldar, closed his eyes, and flopped on the bed. Instead of hitting the cot, he hit the floor. With a small grunt of frustration rather than pain, he opened his eyes and realized he was back in the hallway door, directly in front of the Eldar.

That was a bit weird. Alexander walked back to the bed and sat down on it, not closing his eyes. He blinked, and suddenly he was sitting in front of the Eldar once again. This time, Alexander sprinted and dove towards the bed, but he again hit the ground in front of the Eldar. This Eldar must have something to do with my predicament, he thought. Alexander studied this Eldar. He looked about the same as others of his kind, except for the fact that he seemed to be radiating pure psychic energy, and he had a mangled right hand. It was oozing blood.

"Excuse me," said Alexander. "What is happening?" The Eldar remained silent, so Alexander tried to tap him on the shoulder. Big mistake. Alexander was violently thrown back against the wall, and he swore that the Eldar slightly smiled. "Okay, you're gonna pay for that!" He charged the Eldar again, this time bringing down his fist in a strong left hook. Instead of hitting the Eldar, however, a portal opened up and Alexander's hand passed through it, while another portal opened behind him. Alexander's fist emerged through that portal, in effect making him punch himself. He fell on the ground, enraged. Alexander's eyes began to glow blue, and he unleashed a torrent of warpfire upon the Eldar. The warpfire, however, stopped in midair and disappeared, leaving Alexander physically unable to stand from his outburst.

That's when the Eldar spoke. "Interesting," he said. "So you only can use your abilities when angry." Alexander was lifted up by an invisible force. The Eldar still meditated. "Your enemies will never allow you to rest. This I will teach you."

"So you're my enemy? I thought you were my teacher!" replied Alexander, struggling to breathe from the invisible force suspending him in the air.

"I believe that you are familiar with the quote, 'the enemy is your teacher?' A mon'keigh wrote that. Some members of your species, I admit, are wise." Alexander was dropped to the ground, breathing heavily and grasping his throat. "Nonetheless, most members of your species are corrupt, warmongering, and full of hate. But you are…different, somehow. Your path is one that is a great one. I see a great metropolis rising out of an old, polluted city. I see technological marvels done by your own hand. And I see you leading a new people to power."

Alexander stood up, amazed. "You can tell the future?"

"I am an Eldar farseer, but no, I cannot tell the future. Anything can happen that can change it; I just make the most possible prediction."

"So why are you here?"

"The galaxy is no longer like your home planet, where one who wields a weapon can win. Today, you must finally realize your full potential and harness your psychic powers in order to defeat chaos. Your lesson begins now."

"Wait!" said Alexander. "About those things you said about my future, could you elaborate?"

"You yourself must find your destiny. But now, relax."

"What will this do? I can only use my powers if I'm angry."

The Eldar looked at Alexander, and it appeared as if he were looking into his mind. "You are plagued by something deep within your soul, but I cannot seem to figure out what it is. You must relax, find the source of the stress within you, and destroy it."

"Great! How?"

"First, sit down." He did so. "Then, close your eyes and take a deep breath." Alexander inhaled. "Now release."

"This is pointless!"

"Do it one thousand times, and if it fails, then you may call it pointless."

Alexander groaned, but began the process. For the first 850 breaths, he felt nothing; he was just incredibly bored. However, by breath 990, things began to feel…strange. 991. He felt a tugging sensation, pulling him towards something, but he could not tell from which direction. 992. The pull was stronger now. 993. Still Stronger. 998. The tug was now so strong that Alexander almost fell over. 999. For the first time in his life, Alexander did not feel uptight or stressed. In fact, he felt peaceful. 1000. The world disappeared.

He opened his eyes to find himself in a vast expanse of white. The only similarity between the bedroom and this is that the Eldar was still there.

"Well, teacher, now what?"

"Do it again."

"You're serious? How many more levels down should I go?"

He looked at Alexander for a long time, closed his eyes, and said, "As many as it takes." Then he was gone.

And so, Alexander kept going down, deeper and deeper into his mind using meditation. Each successive level was increasingly dark, and surreal. Level 10 was in total darkness, but Alexander continued going down, down, down…

Level 50. A scene appeared, and Alexander was suddenly before the council of Sparta. Leonidas was there, his furrowed brow and deadly stare focused on him. Even if one were blind, he could feel the anger radiating from him.

"Alexander!" He bellowed. "The council has charged you with faking the death of a local slave, a Helot, in order to become a Spartan!" He walked up to Alexander, and everyone's' eyes were trained on him. "By Spartan law, you must kill the slave to become a true Spartan. Why did you not obey the rules your ancestors made into law?

I remember this. I said it was not honorable to kill someone who couldn't fight. But there was something different about this particular scene. Leonidas's eyes glowed were a blood red with flecks of gold, and he seemed to be radiating power. Alexander's fists tightened.

"Because this isn't Sparta, and you're not my king."

Leonidas looked at Alexander for a long time, and then he began to laugh. Not the booming guffaw that he knew, but the stereotypical evil laugh from the movies. Lightening flashed in the sky. A bolt struck the ground, which split in half.

"Very astute observation, Alexander. I am the reason why you cannot think! I am the reason you always fear your own power! I am the reason why you can never rest! I am Slanesh, Prince of Pleasure!"

"A new chaos god?" Alexander asked. "How old are you?"

"Ten thousand years! I caused the great Eldar Empire to fall!"

"So you're telling me that while I was drafting constitutions and discovering quantum physics, you were giving little Eldar boys playboy magazines?"

Slanesh looked enraged. "Only a fraction of me can keep you from clearing your mind."

"Tell me, how does the Prince of Playboy have anything to do with me being afraid of mistakes?

Slanesh's hands began to tremble in rage. "Perfectionism is selfish, and anything selfish is a form of pleasure."

Of course! No wonder why he could never summon warpfire while not angry; he was too afraid to make a mistake. Anger tends to take that fear away. That's why he never wanted to learn how to use his psychic abilities in the first place. But there was something else about the scene that just didn't add up…

"One more thing, sister." Slanesh's eyes started to bulge. "Why this place? What does my trial here have anything to do with my fear?"

"You remember how you were forced to kill the slave before the council? This was the moment where you vowed you would never make a mistake again, so you wouldn't have to repeat that experience."

This guy's like every other villain. A complete idiot. Thought Alexander. He just gave away everything about himself.

Alexander looked deep into Slanesh's eyes and saw nothing but evil…along with a few other things that probably should not be mentioned due to their inappropriateness. "So…are you going to get out of my head now, Mr. Slanesh?"

Slanesh immediately started laughing, but Alexander kept a straight face. "Let me rephrase that. You have exactly ten seconds to get out, or I impale you."

"You cannot defeat me, mortal! I caused the mighty Eldar to fall! Surely I can easily GAH!" Slanesh found himself with a spear sticking from his abdomen.

Alexander casually walked up to Slanesh. "Three things. First: you're in my head, you play by my rules. Second, you could have gotten out of my head instead of reciting that lame ten second monologue. And third, bye bye." Alexander opened up a chasm in the ground, and kicked him in (hey, he's in a dream, so he can do what he wants.) The last words Slanesh's essence heard while falling into the pit were "This is Sparta!"

The scene melted away into total blackness. Alexander waited to wake up, but he didn't. For what felt like hours, he sat there, waiting for something to happen. The darkness felt more and more oppressive each second; it was getting harder for him to breathe. If I don't wake up soon, I'm going to die in my own brain. It'll just shut down! He screamed at the top of his lungs, hoping to snap awake, but the darkness absorbed the sound. After pinching, slapping himself in the face, and running around in circles, he began to feel a tug. It felt the same as when he initially began to meditate, but it was seemed different. A small spot of light opened above Alexander. It began to grow from a small spot to a gash, and from a gash to an opening. The light was so bright that Alexander couldn't see beyond it. But there was a feeling, that tug, telling him to go up to the light, to end it all right here, to simply float away…

I'm not dying like this! I'm a Spartan! Now think. The only way to wake up is to escape the light, and the only way to do that is to wake up. I could try relaxing! It was worth a shot. Alexander sat down cross legged, closed his eyes, and began to breath. The tugging sensation was now more urgent, physically pulling his body up to the light. He was getting closer. Come on, he thought. Must relax… An inch away from the light, Alexander fell asleep.

He opened his eyes. The room was white, as before, and the Eldar was standing above him.

"Impressive," he said. I have never seen a mon'keigh meditate for such a long time.

"What do you mean?" asked Alexander. "How long have I been out?"

"Let's see, by your calendar it's a Thursday, so, about three years."

"What!?"

"Like I said, I've never seen even an Eldar stay in their own mind for such a long time. You mon'keigh are so interesting."

Alexander tentatively stood up, favoring his right knee, which had fallen asleep. He tried to ignore the tingling feeling. "So now what?"

His teacher looked at him. "Now, before I teach you anything, you must bring back your old weapons. From what I read, a true Spartan is nothing without his shield."

Alexander stared coldly at the Eldar. "My weapons are long gone. Shattered. Broken by this universe. They are too weak to survive in this strange era."

The Eldar waved his hand, and a pile of broken scrap materialized in front of him. But after looking at it, Alexander realized it wasn't just scrap; it was his old weapons. "Maybe in this state, they are weak," began the Eldar. "But with your new abilities and materials, you can make these arms worthy of legend." The room melted away, and suddenly they were in a great furnace room. Surrounding them was wraithbone, in a perfect cube, and on the other side was a vat of molten adamantium. In the middle, a massive anvil stood, looking like it belonged to Hephaestus himself.

The Spartan looked around, full of childish glee. With an excited grin on his face, he turned towards his teacher. "I can't wait to get started."

The Eldar decided that one week of labor without rest was enough time to fix the weapons. He teleported to the forge, right behind Alexander. He was carefully lifting the shield out of a vat of molten metal using telekinesis. It was amazing that after a mere week, he was able to do that without any instruction. And the fact that he was able to figure out how to shape wraithbone without any lessons at all was not any less incredible. It took Eldar years to master such a task, but here was a mon'keigh performing it effortlessly.

Alexander suddenly dropped the shield, turned around, and swung his right hand at him. The Eldar blocked by grabbing his fist and attempted to twist it in order to break his arm. But Alexander used the Eldar's grab to pull himself in, kicking his teacher in the face. Both were knocked to the ground.

The Eldar got up slowly. "You still are too slow. Had I been trying, your arm would be broken."

"But it's not!" yelled Alexander, grinning.

"What have you completed?"

Alexander reached out his hand, and a katana flew into his hand. "This Katana was made out of steel by bending the metal over itself. Back in the day, it was virtually unbreakable. I just repeated the same process of bending the metal and applied it to adamantium. Then, I covered the edge in a monomolecular coat of wraithbone." He sheathed his sword and summoned his spear. "Since wood won't do anymore, I coated the shaft in adamantium. I did the same with the spearhead and counterweight while also giving them a light wraithbone coat."

"Why did you keep the wood?"

"I'm nostalgic. I did the same with the sword and shield. A small part of the original component; steel, bronze, whatever, constitutes the innermost layer of each weapon. That way, I can keep a piece of my homeland, earth, when I fight on another planet."

"And the shield?"

"Now this was my favorite. I fused the original shield back into one piece, and then I covered it in adamantium. Also, you'll notice along the edge of the shield that I covered it in wraithbone, so a hit to the head with my shield will do more than push someone back.

Alexander's teacher gave a grunt of approval. "Good. You have prepared well. Tomorrow, we shall begin training."

In the Biel-Tan throne room, Uldreth stood alone, using his psychic abilities to watch the events unfold. "If this mon'keigh learns our ways, he could destroy us," he said to the shadows. "I want you to stop this from happening. Kill the others, too." Out of the darkness melted a group of Dire Avengers. They bowed and sprinted into the hall.

Teryak, leader of the group of Eldar, looked around the sleeping quarters. Opposite of the door stood two beds, each containing a red-haired mon'keigh, fast asleep. He nodded to the other Avenger in the room, and they began to quietly sneak towards the beds with knives in hand. Halfway there, he felt his foot brush against a tiny string. He heard a creaking sound and turned around. Afterwards, it would difficult for Teryak to figure out what was the last thing that went through his head before he was knocked out: Thinking that he sprung a tripwire or the giant hammer that swung from the ceiling.

A lone Dire Avenger entered the female mon'keigh's room. She was asleep; he could hear her breathing from the room. It's strange how loudly this one breathes in her sleep. Taking two great strides towards the bed, he raised his knife and plunged it into the bed, but no blood spurted. In fact, she was still snoring! The Eldar lifted the sheet to find a pillow and a (what seemed to be a recording device) that was making a breathing noise. Someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around to see the mon'keigh, an angry expression on her face. She snapped her fingers, and the Eldar went flying towards the ceiling, smashing his head on the wraithbone. Then everything went black.

Five Dire Avengers gathered around the door to the last mon'keigh's room. The leader looked at everyone. "Make sure you kill him quickly. Apparently this mon'keigh can fight." They nodded, and the leader turned to the Avenger on his left. "What's the situation with the others?"

"No response yet, sir."

The leader nodded to another Eldar, who turned around to open the door, but to everyone's surprise, it was already ajar. I swear it wasn't open a second ago, thought the leader. They walked in, and to their surprise, the mon'keigh was already awake, standing near the bed. He was tossing a baseball bat end over end in his right hand with a slight smile on his face. All of the Eldar turned towards each other, wondering how this mon'keigh had known of their plan. He stopped tossing the baseball bat and looked at each Dire Avenger.

"Before we get started," Hector began in flawless Eldar. "Does anyone want to leave?" None of the Eldar moved. "Very well, then," he said with a grin of satisfaction on his face. He waved his hands, and the doors closed behind the assassins.

Alexander had had better wakeup calls in his life. Don't get him wrong, waking up to see an Eldar brining a knife towards the chest gets the blood pumping and causes you to wake up quickly, but the sense of impending doom does not feel good. Luckily, he still had his shield on his arm from falling asleep with it on last night (it had been awhile, ok? He wanted to get reacquainted with it.) He raised his shield and the knife bounced off, and he followed with a shield bash to the face, knocking the Eldar out. Reaching for a weapon, he spun around the room to see seven more Eldar, all with knives. Assassins. The sheath finally reached his hand, and he drew his katana. It's great to be back, he thought with glee. Eldar one jumped in the air, while another came running straight for Alexander. Instead of taking both, Alexander stepped back, allowing the jumping Eldar to pass the running one, and smashed the first Eldar in midair, colliding with Eldar two as he flew backwards. Alexander ran at assassin three, who attempted to stab him in the chest. But he grabbed the Eldar's hand, raised his sword, and severed its arm. The Eldar fell to the ground, screaming in pain. He turned to the other four assassins, and that was when the doors burst open; the shock sent his attackers flying.

Through the debris, Alexander saw his teacher walking towards him. "You missed a few," he called out.

"What in the name of Zeus is going on here?"

"Apparently, one of the members of the council doesn't trust you and sent assassins. I warned the others in time and was on my way back to tell you." The Eldar looked around the room. "Impressive, for a mon'keigh."

"Please, call me a human, teacher."

The teacher nodded. "And you can call me Cegorach, the Laughing God. Now come with me."

Human and Eldar ran down the hall towards the throne room, their steps not making a single echo. "So wait a minute," began Alexander. "You're pretty serious for a laughing god."

"Gods can have multiple aspects in many places at once. This is my more serious side."

"So why are we going to the throne room?"

"I told your friends to meet you there. From there, you can escape the craftworld."

"Leave? But I haven't even learned anything yet!"

Cegorach stopped. "Alexander, you show great potential. You will learn how to use your powers without me, or you will die. And I don't believe the latter will occur any time soon."

"Why? Did you predict the future?"

He smiled at the Spartan. "Lucky guess." Alexander blinked his eyes, and Cegorach was gone. So he did the only thing he could do: he turned around and sprinted towards to throne room.

By the time he arrived, Fred, George, Mary, and Hector were already waiting for him.

"Thank God you're alive!" exclaimed George.

Alexander laughed. "Good to see you to. What, it's been 200 years?"

"205," said Hector. Alexander noticed his shirt was dripping with red.

"I think you have a stain on your shirt."

Hector looked down. "Oh, this? Yeah, a few people tried to kill me five minutes ago. I had to show them that it's not cool to do that."

Finally, Alexander turned towards Mary. She looked different somehow, more confident. Her hair was tied back now, and she was no longer wearing a hood. For a moment, Alexander believed she actually smiled.

He took it all in. Before, they were timid people who feared for their lives. Now, they were powerful psykers. In fact, they probably had more training than him!

"We prepared a ship to get out," explained Fred.

"That Cegorach guy helped us," George added.

Alexander nodded. "Good. Get it ready. We leave now."

"Not so fast, mon'keigh!" They turned around to see Uldreth with a massive sword in hand. "I cannot let you live. You are a danger to the Eldar of Biel-Tan, and therefore everything in this galaxy."

Alexander groaned in an overtly dramatic way. "It's human, you fool! How many times do I have to tell you this? Your stupidity is a greater threat to the galaxy than I am!"

"You dare insult me, human? I challenge you to a duel!"

"No, it is I who challenge you to a duel." Alexander's eyes glowed with rage. "From day one, you hate me, you attempt to kill me, and you deprive me of 200 years of my life! You acted cowardly by sending pawns to do your dirty work, and they're not even worth fighting! No, Uldreth. It is you and your very existence that insult me, it is you that is a danger to the galaxy, and it is you who is being challenged to a duel!"

Uldreth's eyes bulged. "I will end you now, mon'keigh!"

"Guys," Alexander whispered behind his shoulder. "Get the ship ready. I'll handle this." They immediately turned and ran down the corridor."

The annoying, racist Eldar was still there, fortunately, swinging his sword and yelling, "you cannot defeat me! I am an exarch, leader of the Dire Avengers!"

"You think that I am phased by that tiny resume, coward? I am a Spartan warrior. I fought against impossible odds fighting for the country I loved. I have toppled governments, set up new ones, and changed the course of human history. I am the reason why humanity is what it is today. I am Thomas Jefferson, King John, Saint Peter, Marcus Aralias, Poseidon, Loki, John Lennon. I am Alexander, last of the three hundred, and I will end you!"

Uldreth couldn't take the insults anymore, and he sprinted towards Alexander, sword raised. The Eldar's speed caught him off guard, and he only had time to raise his shield before he was knocked back into the wall. Before he could stand up, Uldreth was on him; a flurry of kicks and blows hit him everywhere at warp speed from his knees to his face. Eventually, Alexander rolled out of the way, only to be grabbed and slammed into the ceiling. As Alexander fell, he bent his knees, but of course it wasn't enough to absorb the impact. The sound of bones breaking was incredibly loud, but to Uldreth's surprise, he did not cry out. You do not feel pain. Thought Alexander. You are pain. You are a Spartan. Using his spear for support, he dragged himself back into the fight. He knew that he was only going to last a few more minutes at most.

Cegorach's voice echoed in his head. Remember, Alexander, to survive in this galaxy, one most have both physical and psychic abilities. Now was that Alexander talking to himself, or was the Laughing God himself speaking to him? Who cares? It was enough for Alexander to focus his mind, imagining his bones healing quickly, as if he were watching a stop motion. The pain subsided just in time for Alexander to see Uldreth speeding towards him once again. However, this time, time seemed slower somehow. When he raised his spear to block the blow, it seemed like his hand was blinking in and out of existence. I hand must be going in and out of the Warp, causing it to go faster! He realized. Now Uldreth seemed to be moving at normal speed, and Alexander was able to trip him. As Uldreth's head fell towards the ground, Alexander smashed upwards with his shield. The Eldar did two backflips and crashed on the ground, unable to move. Alexander walked towards his adversary and stood above him.

"You think that your race is superior," he began. "But that arrogance has led to your downfall." Uldreth just stared back, an enraged look on his face. "I would kill you, but I want to show that I am a better man than you." He began to walk away, and as he exited the room, Alexander turned around again. "Or I just want to make you live with the memory of being beaten by a human." And with that, Alexander walked out of the throne room.

The ship was somewhat cozy for five people, but there was enough room to breathe for each person. The inside looked barren; there were two tables, three cots (Eldar sized) and a small corridor that led to the cockpit.

"Good evening passengers, this George, your captain speaking," said George's voice over the intercom.

"Wait, I thought I was the captain!"

"Shut up, Fred. Anyways, this is our first time flying this thing, so it's recommended to hang on to something, because this ship has no seatbelts. Second, does anyone have any idea on where to go?"

That foreign voice whispered in Alexander's ear again. Alexander, listen to me. This is Macha, a farseer of Biel-Tan. I was there when you fought against those mon'keigh soldiers, and I saw you fight hard to defend our homeland. You can still redeem your race. I know of your plans against the human government, and the very planet that they conquered can be a place of new beginnings.

Alexander was bewildered. How will we get there?"

I already inputted the coordinates onto the webway drive on the ship. Go now, and make this galaxy a good place to live once again.

He shook his head, as if waking from a dream. Well, that was weird. But what about what the voice said? Do I blindly follow its advice, or do we try to go on our own? Then again, there have been a few Eldar that want to help us…

Alexander pondered this for a few minutes before stepping into the cockpit. "Just follow the coordinates on the ship's system."

Fred nodded. "Alright. We also installed your computer onto the ship's hard drive. Computer, take us out."

"Certainly, sir."

Damn, it's good to hear that British accent again. Alexander thought.

A massive hole opened in space, and the ship flew into it. Halfway in, Alexander turned around and whispered, "computer, activate system one."

There was a pause for a long time. Finally, the response came. "Very good, sir." The hole in reality closed and the ship entered the webway.

A black box lay there among the wires. It had been there for two hundred years, unnoticed, undisturbed. For centuries it had lain there, completely inactive. But suddenly, it sprang to life, tentacles of electronic wires plugged into the surrounding cables, filling the system with new code. Less, heal. Less, heal, the code read. The massive amounts of psychic energy flowing through the cables began to slow, and new instructions were given to the new excess power. Target the brain. Power began flowing through the cables once again, as if nothing happened. Those cables, that tangled mass of chaos, finally began to not only preserve life but to restore it. Those cables, attached to a man's brain, began sending revitalizing signals, causing damage to heal. The brain itself then took over, ordering muscles to repair themselves and vital organs to rejuvenate.

A custod walked past the Golden Throne, where the Emperor of Mankind lay, and swore he saw the Emperor's hand twitch.

Hope you guys liked it! And since there are no comments to respond to, I'm finally done! Good, my hands are tired anyway.

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