Robert and I were waiting quietly. I kept shifting from foot to foot, anxious to find my son, for him to be safe. After awhile, in the distance, I could see someone dragging a child, dressed in a red robe and trousers, out of the mansion. Though I could not see the face of the child, I knew it was my son. I immediately gripped Robert’s arm, drawing his attention to the direction I was looking in. He mind-linked everyone straight away, saying, “Someone is bringing my son out, so be ready for our go.”
They watched as Alexander was dragged up on to the monument, and tied to a post. Alexander looked around at everything he could. I flashed my glowing purple eyes at him, and I could see his smile. He began to struggle against the ropes, trying to free his hands to be ready for me to get to him
