

# Alexander'

# Can You Imagine

By Muhammad Bashir

# The Trials of Phillip

I pronounce you king. At that point Phillip rose knowing it was now his kingdom to rule. Even though the prior king had been his brother, Phillip knew he was a weak and gullible man. But Phillip was ambitious and unwilling to fail, no matter what the consequences. He showed his ambition by planning for war in his first month as king. He first needed to surround himself with the greatest war minds he could assemble. He then made the older Parmenion head of all the Macedonian armies. Parmenion was a great strategist, but very optimistic in his own right. Phillips next move was to attack the isolated and weak Paeonians.

"They shall hold no threat of defeat to us Parmenion," Phillip spoke.

"Yes, sire, their army is large but they are without morale. We will attack from the south and Menidus will lead the trial. If we take their king the battle is ours."

"Well, do as you say and give word when the battle is won, now go."

"Yes, sir."

With that Parmenion left and gave word to Menidus to head to Paeonia for war. He sent only one thousand men with Menidus, thinking they'd have no skill in war. When Menidus arrived he wasn't met by an army but by a messenger. The message just said the king wants your audience. After reading the letter he knew they wanted nothing to do with war. He sent a runner back to Parmenion asking how he wanted him to handle the matter. Menidus went ahead to meet with the king. As the meeting started the king immediately asked what the terms of surrender would be. I am Menidus, representative of King Phillip. The king will send word on the matter within the week.

"Well, as you are a guest, we will treat you as that. Feed the men and their army."

"That is well taken of you sir," Menidus responded.

Within the week there came a runner in the night with news from Parmenion. It read the king wanted their king to recognize him as the only king of the area and to step down. If he did so he would be given the title governor of the land and answer to him and his generals. The king did not accept these conditions.

"I will not give you my crown, my family has ruled this country forever. It is mine by blood and you'll have to spill it to take my crown."

With that Menidus took out his sword and slew the king and without remorse took his knife to his wife and ten year old child. Surprised by this act the kings noblemen all immediately took to a knee and proclaimed their loyalty to Phillip. They had subdued the country without bloodshed and drafted another thousand willing soldiers into the army to help protect from any attacks.

Ptolemy after hearing the news sent a loyal member of the upper class to govern the newly attached city. With that done Parmenion and Phillip turned their eyes to the city of Agrian. Although not a large state they were known for their military strength, turning away some of the strongest armies over time. Parmenion knew he would have to lead the attack himself. He knew their army was measured at fifteen hundred strong. A number he could match easily.

"I will give you five thousand at most Parmenion," Phillip told him.

"Sire, I only need three thousand. They have the heart of lions but are as dumb as an ox. My wit shall win this war," Parmenioin responded.

"Well, general, I hope your actions are as sharp as your remarks. Because, I do not know any man that labors without the oxen," Phillip replied.

Parmenion entered Agrian with a fleet of men ready to fight. They were met by force of two thousand men. Surprised by the large number of men Parmenion stood in front of his troops and proclaimed:

"Listen men, if you can call yourself men. If I can call myself a man. That thought will be challenged today. For these are men of fire, men who have defeated some of the greatest armies of our time. Today you fight for your lives, your country, and most importantly your king. Today you will prove that you are men among boys. So in the name of the king... Attack!"

With an uproar of emotions the men attacked with their heart and soul on their sleeves, ready to give their lives for their king. With a wave of emotions the Macedonian army swept over the Agrian army like a tsunami. When all was said and done the entire Agrian army was no more. Parmenion's army only lost five hundred men in the battle. He then continued on to the castle, where he was met by a small group of one hundred men. They surrendered on the spot. Parmenion then took to the castle where he met up with the king and gave him an ultimatum.

"Sir, rise from that thrown and kneel before me," Parmenion ordered.

"Why, for you may take my head. Well, I say no. you want my life, come see me in battle," the king responded.

"That shall be what I do, unless you are willing to proclaim loyalty to King Phillip of Macedonia."

"I keep my life if I agree to these terms?"

"Yes, and you will still govern over the territory, and only answer to me and the king."

"I agree, but how will I protect the land," the former king asked?

"You cannot protect the land. That is why I am here. I will leave five hundred men to command but if you go against your word, the army is loyal to the king and will take your life."

"I see, that won't be necessary."

Parmenion left five hundred men as planned and went about returning to Macedonia. Parmenion returned to a king, who had been enraged.

"Sire, what excites you?" Parmeninon asked.

"The prince of Epirus has sworn when his father dies he shall bring war to us. He claims Paeonia was a part of his future plans," Phillip responded.

"Well we have years before he attacks. We will be as strong as them at that time. If not stronger."

"I'm afraid their king is without youth, it is said he will die soon."

"How soon?"

"Within the year, Parmenion."

"Sire, what is your plan for this?" Parmenion asked.

"We must bring war to them with every heart that beats," was Phillip's response.

"I'm afraid they're too strong and very well of mind too. It's not like we'd lose the war but at great cost," Parmenion responded.

"What do you say we do?"

"The king is of son, but he's of daughter too. And, you are without a wife," Parmenion insinuated.

"You say I should marry, but I will not marry a woman if I haven't gazed at her beauty."

"Sire, I've seen her only once, but if my eyes hadn't failed me she is of a beauty only matched by Aphrodite. She is divine and goes by the name Olympus."

"Your words have touched my heart and my imagination. I shall take her as my wife if what you say is true."

"I shall send word to Epirus."

Parmenion immediately sent word to the king of Epirus that Phillip king of Macedonia wanted his daughter's hand in marriage. Two weeks later they received word and if only confirmed what they originally planned. The king knowing his days were limited, set the wedding to be held within the month in Epirus. Phillip immediately set for Epirus. He had assigned this duty to a skillful assassin by the name of Ptolemy. A well known captain under Parmenion.

"You need to do this for your king and nothing more, good Ptolemy," Parmenion stated.

"Yes, of course."

"I need you to be swift and only seen by the blind and heard by the deaf," Parmenion went on.

"I shall do as you say, Parmenion," Ptolemy answered.

They arrived in Epirus greeted by the prince himself. With Parmenion left to control and protect Macedonia. The king was accompanied by Ptolemy and the less proven Menidus.

"You are a wise king to take my sisters hand, nullifying my hate towards you," the prince said.

"That is good to hear good sir. Hate is such a strong word. I've seen so much beauty on my trip from Macedonia. I don't have anything but admiration for such an awe inspiring land," Phillip stated.

The king secretly knew that being on good terms wasn't enough now, he must rule this land. With Epirus in his hands he would double his empire in land and militarily. With the princess Olympus as his wife, all was possible. Phillip then went on to meet up with the king of Epirus. The meeting was brief but he got the blessing for marriage.

The wedding was very small, because only the elite were allowed to see the ceremony. It was performed by the king himself. The prince was there for a brief period of time but left after they were united.

"Ptolemy, come to your king, the prince is alone. Do your deed."

"As you wish sire," Ptolemy responded.

The prince was in his room alone, but had a guard by his door at all times. Ptolemy managed to sneak upon the guard and bloody his neck with his knife, but it did not go unnoticed.

"Who's there, guard is it you," the young prince yelled out.

"I am Ptolemy, and I am here for your head."

"You shall have my head, if you can handle a sword."

"We shall see," Ptolemy responded.

The prince then drew his sword as did Ptolemy. The two were both very skilled in war, but Parmenion was not here to show honor for the art of swordsmanship. The two were face to face when Ptolemy released these words:

"I'm sorry for my lack of honor in this fight, but I do this for my king. As you would do for your father."

He then removed a small knife from his side and stabbed the prince in the abdomen and then slit his neck in order to ensure completion of the job. Ptolemy then disappeared as to not be seen, riding to their camp in order to change from the bloody clothes he wore. As Ptolemy returned to the celebration a servant ran down the stairs yelling the prince is dead. King Phillip looked at Ptolemy and nodded his head in agreement. Ptolemy then accused the servant of the murder.

"It is he who has slain your prince, for my eyes don't lie," Ptolemy yelled out.

"No, not I," the servant said.

It was too late, the king of Epirus ordered he be taken and killed the following morning. The king knew in his heart that Phillip was behind the murder, but chose to go the course of peace to save other mothers and fathers from seeing their children murdered. His daughter would be married to the killer of her brother, but she would live.

"I am without a son therefore you will be without your life," the king said to the servant.

"You may take my life king, but I am without fault tonight," the servant responded.

The king shook his head up and down, a conciliatory response.

"Take him from my eyes, now!"

"King Phillip I hope you will honor me and my fallen son by staying for the execution tomorrow."

"Of course, of course, I will."

The next morning the execution was carried out as planned. Phillip then started his trek back home but not before he made a last second statement to the king.

"We have lost a friend and a nobleman. A great future king. I just want the king to know. I will watch over your land as your son would've when death calls you, if you'll accept my invitation."

"Yes, my land will be yours when I am no more."

With that said Phillip returned to Macedonia with his new wife Olympus. They arrived and spent the next two days isolated with one another, until the king started back on his war tour of Greece. After the two days were up he called for Parmenion to talk about Amphipolis and Pydna.

"Parmenion we must commence with our plans," Phillip stated.

"Amphipolis and Pydna?"

"Yes! They are both small states so we should sweep over them."

"No, sire, your wrong there is no Amphipolis anymore."

"What do you mean by that, Ptolemy?"

"Pydna swept through Amphipolis four months before today and their commander is of elite status."

"How do you know so much, Parmenion?"

"Their chief commander is my cousin, Canine."

"So your heart lies with him?," Phillip asked firmly.

"No , we are connected by blood but my heart and my soul is with you king, always."

"Well, ready the men. We attack within the month. A week, sooner if necessary. If he is elite, then take as many men as needed to capture the two towns."

"Of course, I'll lead the men to victory," Parmenion responded.

Parmenion left for Pydna right away to set up camp and think how he would defeat his cousin. He took five thousand men knowing his elder cousin was of a stronger strategic mind than he . When he arrived he was met by an army of only twenty two thousand men. Parmenion was surprised and relieved by the small number of soldiers. As he looked across he saw three horsemen riding across the field. He immediately knew it was his cousin. He grabbed Ptolemy and Menidus and went about meeting him halfway. They both left their men some sixty yards back in order for them to converse.

"Parmenion, how are you?"

"Swell Canine, just swell."

"I've come to give you terms of surrender," Parmenion told him.

"You're surrendering?," Canine asked.

"No! These terms are for you."

"Canine, I out number you two to one, you have no chance of victory."

"You may have the size but the skill of my army is matched only by the spartans."

"Well, if we must war, just know if I must lose you will have to kill me as well for I shall not go back to my king unless it is with a victory."

"If death is your wish," Canine responded, turning to leave.

The two men got back on their horses and rode back to their army.

"Ptolemy, Menidus, you both shall lead the charge yourselves for we are without veterans. They must see your skill to match my cousins army."

"Yes, sir," the two men answered.

Menidus and Parmenion then led the charge of thirty five hundred men into Canine's army. The fighting was long and bloody but Parmenions men were being killed by the dozen. A horse began riding back toward Parmenion, thinking it was an enemy he grabbed his sword and realized himself. Eventually the rider got close enough for him to see it was Ptolemy.

"General, general," Ptolemy screamed out.

"Ptolemy," he responded surprised.

"Yes it is I," he responded.

"Parmenion what is the status of the war and where is Menidus?"

"General, Menidus is dead, and our men are losing drastically. We are fighting back but we have already lost some two thousand men. We are being beaten...," Ptolemy said, resigned to the situation.

Parmenion grabbed the young general by the arm and, "come next to me. Stand and be quiet," he told Ptolemy.

"For if we must die, it'll be on the battlefield, now hold," Parmenion said staring toward the battle.

Suddenly he rode out a bit and gathered the attention of the men. He didn't say anything. He just took out his sword and rode off into the battle.

"Follow the general!" Ptolemy yelled out.

The two rode out side by side, with fifteen hundred men at their rear. Just the sight of their general fighting by their side rose the morale of the army and began to turn the tide of the war. With a renewed resolve, the men fought and fought hard. When it was over the field lay crowded with death. A bloody Parmenion, drenched with blood not his own, raised his sword and proclaimed victory.

"I proclaim victory in the name of the king," Parmenion yelled out!

In all the chaos Canine managed to escape to his base. Ptolemy although had a victory, his army took a major loss, losing twenty eight hundred men on the battlefield. Parmenion met up at his base but did not come for his life.

"Do you come for my life now Parmenion," Canine asked?

"That is up to you Canine," he responded.

"What do you mean," he responded suspiciously?

"I lost my best general in this battle and I am in dire need of a new one."

"You want me to serve under you," Canine asked?

"Yes!"

"What else would I have to do," Canine went on?

"Proclaim your loyalty to King Phillip."

"I give you my word, and my loyalty."

"Well, stand up for we must return to my country. For you must meet the king now," Parmenion told him.

They got organized, set up a governor and began to return to Macedon. With their return, came a surprise, Olympus was with child. Among learning this Parmenion congratulated the king and went about introducing him to his cousin Canine.

"Who is this man your with Parmenion?" Phillip asked upon seeing Canine.

"It is my cousin, Canine," he responded.

"Have you brought him back for a formal execution?" the king asked.

"No, sire, I lost my top general Menidus and have replaced him with Canine. His men are loyal to him and we can learn a lot from his tactics."

"You replaced him with the enemy?" Phillip said high tempered!

"He is no longer the enemy, he's here to proclaim his loyalty to you," Parmenion responded.

"Is this true?"

Canine dropped to a knee before the king and pronounced his loyalty.

"Yes, as my name is Canine! I give you my life, my heart, and my mind for service. You have not only my loyalty but my soul as well."

"I believe you, you may go. Both of you," Phillip told the two men.

The next couple of months flew by as Phillip tried to decide what his next move would be. He would be changed forever.

"Sire, sire," he called out.

"What!," Phillip responded?

"It's your wife she is in labor of having your child," a servant yelled out.

"Come back when it is over," Phillip told the man.

"Yes, sire," he responded.

Five hours went by quickly, when finally he was told that she had given birth to a baby boy. He hurried to the room, took his son in his arms and said. "I hold the future king of Macedonia in my arms. I shall call him Alexander."

# Blood of a King

The energy Phillip received when his son was born was a rebirth of energy. Phillip went about calling his three generals Parmenion, Ptolemy, and Canine to plot their next move. Canine was new, but right away he gave Parmenion and Phillip some valuable information on the state of Potidaea.

"Sire, Parmenion, I know of a weak country near my old home in Pydna," Canine stated.

"Are they strong in war," the king asked?

"They are weak in size, but they fight with the heart of lions," Canine responded.

"Cousin why haven't you taken them by now," Parmenion asked?

"I tried, but the small garrison of a thousand men were dismissed within an hour. They fight like savages, unorganized and brutal. Once they see you, just be prepared because they won't wait for you to move."

"Sire, Parmenion, I want a chance to prove myself, let me lead a group of fifteen hundred men into Potidaea," Ptolemy asked.

They both agreed to Ptolemy's proposition.

"I believe you to be a brave boy, but care is what you should take into consideration," Canine answered in a derogatory manner.

Parmenion left, right away to gather his army. He then left at the crack of dawn. He wanted to arrive with all the emotions going around his men from past victories. Phillip decided to have a feast in honor of his son. He was very confident in Ptolemy after what he'd done for him in Epirus. The feast took place in the main court of Phillip's palace. The extravaganza lasted throughout the day and well into the night, giving people a taste of what would come with him as the supreme leader of all the Greek people.

Ptolemy arrived in Potidaea, to a city in shambles. They were at war with each other for control of the land. Instead of moving in for the kill right away, he figured he would give them a week to handle their feud. At which point, regardless of any outcome, he would move on the city. Within the third day of the following week the south took the north by storm and gained control of the state.

"Sir, the war is over. The north has been taken by the south," one of his men told him.

"So soon," he replied.

"Yes, sire," he responded.

It'd only been a couple of days.

"How many remain in their army," Ptolemy asked the scout?

"Not many," he responded, "as little as four hundred, as much as eight hundred. No more than fifteen hundred in the whole town," he told the general.

All Ptolemy could think of was how high he would be held on his return. He got up on his horse and began a call to arms.

"Men, he yelled, gather yourselves. We must sack the town while they're weak and drunk with victory," he screamed to the men!

The men attacked and easily defeated the army of Potidaea. He returned to Macedonia with fairy tales. He told the king that he had been attacked by a thousand men, as Canine's men were, but he turned them away. He didn't allow any of his men to speak with the king, making it his word, and his alone. He said nothing of the civil war, knowing it would diminish his victory. The king, inspired by the victory, grew even more confident in Ptolemy's ability to lead.

With Ptolemy taking the battle at Potidaea, he increased his favor with the king, but Phillips mind was elsewhere. Alexander was getting older and Phillip was in need of a tutor. He raised the point with his wife the next day.

"Olympias, I believe Alexander needs a tutor," he responded.

"At such a young age," she responded?

"I wasn't able to be tutored until I was ten, but I want him to start early. After I die, I want him to be a powerful, steadfast king," he told her.

"Fine, Phillip, but don't talk about death. Isn't it enough that it sits at our doorstep. Who do you have in mind Phillip," she asked?

"I don't know yet, but I was thinking Antipater Lyserius," he responded.

"No weak and feeble minded men," she responded quickly, "I know who," she went on.

"Tell me."

"My uncle Leonidas from my home in Epirus, he's strict but fair," she continued.

"Fine, how soon can he get here," Phillip responded.

"I'll send for him at once," Olympias went on.

When Leonidas got word from Olympias he jumped at the opportunity to teach a future heir. He arrived in Macedonia and met directly with Phillip.

"I'm going to tell you now, I expect the best for my son and you come with the highest regard from my wife. But you must know not to lay a hand on Alexander. Say what you will but touch him and I'll kill you without hesitation, do you understand?"

Phillip spoke calmly but his words resounded, and his stare, his stare delivered a message of its own.

"Do you accept," Phillip asked?

"Yes sire, and my brother told me to tell you that he is growing sick and will probably die soon, so he will be turning all the power of Epirus to you."

"That's unexpected... Well, I will send word to him of my acceptance. But you must go meet my son, Alexander, because you start tutoring him very soon, now go!"

"Yes, sire," he responded.

After the meeting, Leonidas went to meet up with Alexander, seeing as though he was a youth, the meeting was brief. Phillip went his own way only to be interrupted by a message from the Agrarians. It seems they were under attack from a nearby neighbor, Methane. The Methane king sent two hundred men into Agrian just to get a sense of their strategic force. His army totaled a little over two thousand strong. Phillip fell into anger immediately calling on his generals for a meeting of the minds. Phillip already had his plans set for war.

"Ptolemy, you will go on to Argon with four hundred men and take care of the nuisance. Once that is finished meet us in Methane."

"Yes, of course," he responded.

"Parmenion, Canine, you both will accompany me to Methane. It is time to send a message to all of Greece," Phillip stated firmly.

"Yes, Sire!" they both responded.

"We will make fools of these barbaric people, they have some nerve attacking one of my cities. I'll make tools of their bones and paint with their blood. This trip shall be heard throughout the land."

"Sire, are you sure you want to go on this trip," Parmenion asked?

"Yes, and don't ever question me. I'm not going on a trip. I will lead this command, understand."

"Of course," Parmenion responded.

The king was growing angrier and angrier by the day. When Parmenion questioned him he felt threatened. The army was falling in love with Parmenion and Phillip saw this as a chance to cement himself as the true commander. There was no better way than to take command of a campaign against Methane. Seeing him give orders to Parmenion would allow the soldiers to see the true chain of command. Phillip was more than capable of leading the charge.

The group left two days after Ptolemy, so he would arrive as they did . Ptolemy, however, arrived in Argon to a city that had been taken by the Methonian people. He realized the army was strong. He figured they were not well trained but they'd defeated the Macedonian army in small order. So whether they overpowered others by brute force or strategy they were there and they were in the way.

"Sir, what shall be our move," one of his commanders, Cassisius asked?

"You know, I think we'll attack straight ahead, we have to meet this challenge straight on," Ptolemy responded.

"They are savages," Cassisius responded.

"Exactly commander and we will fight as strategist do," he responded.

"What do you mean," Cassisius asked?

"Send one hundred men to each side of this land, put our weakest in front, our fastest at the back, and our strongest at each side. They won't know what hit them," Ptolemy responded.

"You are very wise, sir. I will give the order immediately."

The Methonian army met the one hundred men up front and killed them as they came. As they thought they had the battle well in hand, they were hit from each side. The men were confused and could only stagger in fighting. Confused and tired the men were slaughtered. With the swift defeat, Ptolemy left for Methane to help the king with his potent strategy.

Ptolemy met up with Phillip and the others about a mile from the Methane border. Phillip was taken aback by how many men were with him.

"I see you were successful, Ptolemy," he responded.

"Yes, sire," Ptolemy answered.

"I thought these men were savages, you know men of incompatible force, Parmenion," Phillip stated looking over toward Parmenion.

"They are," Parmenion began, "it doesn't mean that they are not defeatable," he continued.

Ptolemy looked at them both, "they fight as you think, but that is certainly their undoing."

"What do you mean? How did you attack them," Phillip asked?

"I surrounded their land and took them by surprise," Ptolemy answered.

"My land, you mean," Phillp quipped.

"Sorry, yes, of course. Your land. I put a hundred men on every side. I put the weakest in front. The fastest at the back, and the strongest on each side."

"And that worked," Canine said surprisingly.

"Yes, very well might I add," Ptolemy answered smugly.

"We shall do the same here. Since it worked so well. But if it fails, you Ptolemy, will pay for it," Phillip stated.

"I understand," Ptolemy responded.

"Canine you will lead the front, Ptolemy you will lead the back, and me and Parmenion will order one side, Cassissius the other. Thirty minutes or so into the fighting we shall join you Canine. Are you able to hold," Phillip said looking over to Canine?

"Of course," Canine responded.

"Is there anything more. They are on my land! Understood." Phillip stated.

"Yes," all the men responded.

With everything set up they all went to their posts. They were ready to see how this strategy would play out. Ptolemy on the other hand felt satisfied, but at the same time, in fear of what may happen if his plan failed this time around. When Canine got the message that everyone was in place, he made his move toward Methane, ready to lead the charge himself. As soon as they were in sight, the Methanian soldiers collected themselves and attacked. Canine countered and called his men to do the same. As they met Canine and his men were almost immediately pushed back. Just as before under Ptolemy, they thought the battle was well in hand, Ptolemy, Parmenion, Cassissius, and Phillip rode in and attacked. As Ptolemy confused the small army before, their greater numbers left them in greater confusion. They all folded inward and the Macedonian army fell upon them like an anvil, without hesitation, they slaughtered every man. Phillip not only wanted to win, he wanted to prove a point. He did just that, losing only a little over seven hundred men out of four thousand that he'd brought to the fight. Every Methonian soldier was killed. Phillip's anger satiated by the taste of victory. After the war was over, Phillip felt it necessary to make another point to all his enemies, future and current.

"Gather their leaders dead or alive, cut off every extension of his body and send them to Sparta, Thrace, and Olynthus," he told them.

"Yes, sire," they responded.

"They shall know that I am the supreme leader of the Greek people, and will, through any means prove it," Phillip told them all.

"You are everyone's king, not just the Greek people," Ptolemy exclaimed.

"You are very right, Ptolemy. You are very right."

Phillip then went about meeting with the chief of the Methonian people. Parmenion and Canine were holding him down to the floor. Phillip wanted to be the one to execute him. As soon as he was about to deliver the death strike, there was a sudden noise. In all the confusement the chief managed to jump up and pull a small knife across Phillip's eye. Before he could do more, Canine took his head with one bold and potent swing of his sword. The king fell down unconscious, but alive. Canine and Ptolemy raised the king and put him on a nearby table. The king laid on the table motionless for hours before he finally regained consciousness. As he rose to his feet, the king jumped back in surprise. He could see out of one eye, but not the eye he had been cut on. As Parmenion and Canine managed to calm him down, he started to remember what happened. He looked at Parmenion in disgust.

Without hesitation he muttered these words, "you, my top general have allowed me to bleed my own blood! Not from a far distance but right before your eyes. You allowed this weak, weak man to cut me. So I will take half your power."

"It was...," Parmenion began to speak.

"Don't ever interrupt me again, mine thy position and know what role you play, under me, your king. For it will change. From henceforth your power as top general shall be taken over by Ptolemy and you shall be demoted to his position," Phillip stated firmly.

"I have no desire for conflict with my king. I will accept my new role with precedence as if I was being promoted."

"Ptolemy do you except your new role?"

"Yes, sire," Ptolemy responded.

"I will accept your command as you did mine," Parmenion stated.

"I'm humbled by your words Parmenion, thank you," Ptolemy responded.

Ptolemy was very excited and surprised by what had just taken place. He knew that the whole uproar was caused just by a noise. He didn't care though, and soon put the whole incident behind him and put all his intuition and power to work. He was loyal to the king and willing to advise in any role necessary. Canine on the other hand had all but set up his cousin, for such a response from the king. He knew not to confront Ptolemy. Such an action may be a cause for treason. Although he decided against confronting Ptolemy, as soon as they returned he requested Parmenion's ear.

"Cousin you've been tricked. Ptolemy is not righteous by any means," Canine went on.

"The king has made a decision. His word is law," Parmenion answered.

"I know, but we can't allow this corruption to occur. Ptolemy will lead us to destruction."

"The king's word is law."

"Well, if that's how you think, Canine, I should have left you to die. You are loyal to the king. I am loyal to the king. You can stay or you can go. But, my work is here," Parmenion responded.

"Canine, be careful those words you speak may cost you your life," Parmenion continued.

"At least I'll have my dignity," Canine responded.

"Your dignity died in our battle. Speak of dignity now? No!" Parmenion finished.

Parmenion was surprised and emotionally weakened by what Canine said. He didn't know if he was weak for not answering his cousins call to arms or if he was doing what his position obligated him. The same man who gave him power, took the power away.

"What must I do, I've been cut off from my only Companion, which is war," Parmenion then went about weeping as if he had just lost a wife or child.

The Importance

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Peace and War

Phillip's peace period was just that, peaceful. The minds and morale of the people and troops increased significantly. This was the perfect time to move on with his plans. Phillip though, didn't want to capture any small state, he wanted Olynthus. Olynthus had grown into a roadblock on Phillip's map and it was time to knock it down. With Phillip and Olympias relationship running dry, he would be leading the command. But, he couldn't avoid another confrontation with his wife.

"Phillip, how can you be my husband, and never spend time with me? I know you are king, but I am your queen, what must I do for you to love me the way I love you."

"I have to go meet with my council," he told them.

"Your generals or your council of women," Olympias responded.

"Don't dare question what I say, you may be a queen but I, I alone am king," Phillip answered agitated.

"Yes, sire," Olympus answered with his spite in her voice.

Phillip went along with his plans after the altercation. Not much had happened in terms of Parmenion or Canine, but Ptolemy's life continued to change for the better. Ptolemy over this period had married and given birth to a young son. He named him Philotus. Congratulations were in order to all the men for a period of peace and stability.

"Men, we were successful, morale is up and war is upon us again," Phillip stated.

"What's our next move," Canine asked?

"Olynthus, the next move is probably our biggest move yet. The time of one day, one week wars are over. This will take time, consistently and most importantly great planning."

"Who will plan the charge," Parmenion asked?

"Ptolemy of course, he will plan our charge and I will lead it," he said.

"How many men will they have, sire," Parmenion asked?

"Between four thousand and seven thousand men. We will take eight thousand men into the city ourselves."

"Eight thousand men will leave us vulnerable at home, wont it sire," Ptolemy asked?

"Yes, but we'll be strong enough. Parmenion you'll remain here as regent. Canine and Attallus will accompany us to Olynthus."

"Yes, sire," they all answered.

"We leave in a week. We have to be precise," the king repeated.

"Yes, sire," the man repeated.

The week went by slow with Phillip and Olympias arguing at every corner. Things had gone sour with his wife. So Phillip decided to engulf himself in battle. The men left for Olynthus with eight thousand strong as planned. Halfway through the trip they were met head on by a rebel group. The group was a thousand strong and were at eye sight quite brutal looking.

"Who dares interfere with the kings travels," Ptolemy yelled out.

"There is no king before us. Just men," the no name rebel leader answered.

Phillip was enraged by this man's defiance and quickly sent one thousand men to answer the rebels stand. The battle waged on and right before his eyes, Phillip saw his men pushed back and torn apart by the rebels. As the hours passed, Phillip watched his men evaporate into nothing while the rebels stood strong at six hundred and fifty men. Phillip although angered, saw no reason to kill these men. Their skill was beyond him. He'd never seen so many men who matched each other's skill blade for blade. The Rebel leader far and away was the best, but his same drive was instilled in each and every one of his men and Phillip knew it.

"Who else will you send to die," the rebel leader said proudly.

"Why, why must we shed more blood here today? You fight with such vigor," Phillip answered.

"I have fought all my life, I know nothing else," the leader answered.

"What age are you and more importantly, who are you? You are clearly young," Phillip asked.

"I am seventeen, my name is Seleucus," he answered, putting his spear in the ground.

"Your seventeen years of age? What if I could give you another life? I want and need you to instill that same passion and courage into my men. As you have yours," he told the young leader.

"Why, why would you do anything for us," he asked?

"Because, son the way you fight is...," Phillip paused for a moment, "Impeccable! The way you fight is impeccable," he said again.

The boy warrior stood, holding his tongue not knowing how to respond. On one hand, he grew tired of being a rebel, and wanted a new life. His men may be of the same mind. But, he didn't know if it was worth taking the chance.

"I need an answer, we're moving on Olynthus," Phillip told him, "and you are not really a threat," he continued.

"You, you march on Olynthus. Your ally?" he began, "and, I know more than I let on," he responded.

"They are no longer allies of ours, they've questioned my power on too many occasions," he replied.

"We will train your men? Remain separate? Move along with you and answer to you? Certainly, you will need more time and more men to move on Olynthus," he said again.

Phillip was boggled by the boys position toward his campaign.

"Why do you think we can't move on? Why do you hold Olynthus in such high regard," Phillip asked?

"It's not Olythus, But the main Athenian orator Demosthenes. When he speaks he has the power of persuasion. He speaks with great deception," Seleucus said.

"Sire, what he says is true. He is a snake. He could hoax the Athenian people into war," Ptolemy said.

"Huh? Does he know we are coming," Phillip asked the young rebel?

"I don't know but if I had to guess. I would say he knew before you did," Seleucus answered.

"Will you and your men join us? Your vigor and determination will become intertwined with my men. You will be made a captain," Phillip responded.

"We, I don't know," he stated.

Before Phillip could answer Ptolemy yelled to the rebel.

"Young man, what you see before you is the future of Greece. Join us. You alone will help speed up the process," Ptolemy interjected.

The young rebel hearing the focus and sureness in Ptolemy's voice knew there was no answer but yes.

"I will join you. But, my men must be treated as you would treat your own, agreed," Seleucus answered.

"Agreed. You will be a special unit," Phillip replied, "a training unit."

Upon hearing his answer, Phillip decided that moving back to Macedonia would be the next move. He would return for two months, regroup and then make his move. With the Athenians having a high probability of interfering, Phillip would need his best men and generals. This meant he would need Parmenion and Ptolemy by his side.

The one issue that needed to be addressed was he needed a regent to watch over the territory. Attalus was still learning and Canine was slightly untrustworthy. While in a meeting of the minds, Artabazus brought up young Antipater. The king left him in the hands of Artabazus. The next two months they broke down what Antipater's role would be. Once the king felt he had a full grip on his responsibilities, he regrouped his troops and started on his way. This time the king would meet the Olynthians with full force. With or without Athenian aid.

Meanwhile in Greece Demosthenes had already begun his campaign against Phillip.

"Athenians, there is nothing to be feared. Nothing, if you are negligent, goes as you desire. But, if any among you, Athenians, deem Phillip hard to be conquered, looking at the magnitude of his existing power and the loss by us of all our strongholds. They reason rightly, but should reflect that once we held Pydna, and Potidaea, and Methane, and all the region roundabout as our own. Many nations now leagued with him were independent and free. Preferred our friendship over his rule. Do not imagine that his empire is everlasting, secured... To him, Athenians, even among those that seem most friendly; and all the feelings that are in other men belong, we may assume, to his confederates. When then? When, then, Athenians, when ye act as becomes you? In what event? In that of necessity, I suppose? I think, to freemen the strongest necessity is the shame of their condition. For even he has exalted not so much by his own strength, as by our negligence. I recommend an entirely new force. First then, Athenians, I say we must provide warships and men, and hold ourselves prepared... in case of emergency to embark and sail. I also require ships as transportation for our cavalry. This we must be ready against his sudden... his sudden marches from his own country to Olynthus, to be another and! Anywhere he likes, he goes. Such an armament, I say, ought instantly to be agreed upon and provided. But besides, men of Athens, you should keep on hand some force that will incessantly give him war," Demosthenes stated emphatically.

As powerful as this speech was. It wasn't the only one. Demosthenes blasted Phillip in two prior speeches to the Athenians, warning of his ambitious plans. Later, he also warned that Phillip would have to be stopped before he took Olynthus. He called these three speeches the Olynthiacs. The Athenians would take the words to heart. The Athenian council decided with Demosthenes, sending aid to Olynthus. So when Phillip decided to attack, they should be able to turn his men away. Demosthenes was satisfied with the decision. It was his agenda not to allow Phillip to become so powerful that he couldn't be stopped.

Phillip on his march ready for anything, nothing was going to surprise him. With Seleucus riding with him his determination was higher than ever. He felt his men had a new confidence. Also, a new admiration for him. He liked the feeling of being in the forefront again. With Antipater and Artabazus back in Macedon as regent, he had no worries. All the emotion came to a heed when he met the Olynthian army. Surprised by the size the Olynthian force there was no doubt the Athenians were aiding them in this battle. Phillip didn't let their numbers phase him. From the moment he arrived he didn't change his face, he looked and acted as if he had no fear. The Olynthians were not going to move first. It was just there way. Phillip knew this so he decided to pitch a tent for he could meat with his generals along with Attalus.

"They have a larger army than we thought," were the kings first words.

Ptolemy laughed a little, before saying, "the Greeks influence that size, I guarantee you that,"

"We knew that would happen. So that's rather obvious," Canine answered in a low and spiteful tone.

"Quiet!" the king yelled, "we have to show why we're superior. We've got to win this war."

"What's the plan, sire?" Parmenion asked.

"Simple Parmenion. The plan is simple," the king then pushed forward.

"We must attack," he went on.

"Just attack," Attalus said confused?

"Attalus you'll learn but there are moments when you have to open yourself up and show your enemy your heart. And, this Attalus, Ptolemy, Parmenion, Canine... is one of those moments," he told his men.

The king made the men's heart jump with those words. They left the tent, put themselves into position and continued on with the attack. The war went along strong, but it was clear this was not a two day war. Days turned into weeks, yet there was no sign of victory or defeat. The two sides were in a constant stalemate. The king was given daily reports on how the war was unraveling.

"What is the course of our men," the king asked?

"The men are still strong. Seleucus has kept their minds and bodies right through training," Ptolemy answered.

The king was angered by Ptolemy words, not understanding his stance.

"Strong, you're telling me my men are strong in mind and body, yet we are at a stand still. Yet you say we are strong," the king responded.

"Sire it's just a matter of time. We will take them, their morale is war, we haven't truly moved on them yet. We still are winning this war," Ptolemy answered.

"Mount up, Ptolemy," Phillip stated.

"What do you mean king," Ptolemy asked suspiciously?

"Mount your horse. Take Attalus, you will lead the next ground force," Phillip went on.

"Yes, sire," he said again.

Ptolemy left, going right along with what Phillip asked of him. He gathered up Attalus and started on his way with his men. The war had drawn on for approximately two months. A third may see the Macedonians leaving in defeat. Ptolemy wanted to launch a full assault, leaving no stone unturned. Attalus on the other hand grew nervous, knowing Ptolemy to be stubborn. He knew that stubbornness put his life on the line. He had a sister who he loved, a niece who he treated as a daughter, all good reasons to live. He knew he would survive. That they would win the war, yet he also knew this would call for him to fight with a sense of urgency.

"Are you ready Attalus," Ptolemy asked?

"Sir, not only am I ready. I'm honored, honored to ride into battle with you," Attalus responded.

"I appreciate your words Attalus, very much so," Ptolemy answered.

Phillip grew impatient waiting for an end or at least an answer. Two weeks had gone by sense he'd heard from either of his generals. He still continually got reports on the war. Phillip though grew angered that it was captains and soldiers giving him those reports.

"Sire, we're pushing the enemy back. Parmenion has put down their western front and Ptolemy is pushing forward," the soldier read to the king.

"What is your name boy," Phillip asked?

"My name sire," he answered bewildered?

"Yes, your name," he said again.

"Pausanias sire, my name is Pausanias," he answered.

"What are your duties in my army soldier," he asked the man?

"I am a captain," he responded.

"Pausanius the captain," Phillip said drunkenly.

"Sire, are you well," he asked?

"Well?... Well? I have not spoken to one of my generals in almost a month and you ask me if I'm well," Phillip stated.

Phillip then struck the captain to the ground.

"Are you well boy, are you well now!" he screamed.

"I'm sorry, sir," he responded covering his face in fear.

"Sorry, yes, be away, just be away from me," Phillip told the captain.

Ptolemy and Attalus were now one step away from being successful. Parmenion and Canine were taking on larger forces and more Athenians, but were just as successful. Ptolemy and Parmenion had their own styles in war but were both genius strategic minds. Parmenion hit his enemy with precision and strategy, while Ptolemy used brute force to subdue his enemies. Ptolemy and Attalus, unlike Parmenion, always lead the charge into battle. Ptolemy felt that they could not be defeated.

"Canine, what is our status," Parmenion asked?

"They're weak, down to their last. They grow tired, this war or at least our battle is over," he responded.

"Take care of the last of these rebel Athenians. Then gather our men, because today, Olynthus will burn," Parmenion told him.

"Yes cousin," he told him.

Phillip grew weary of not talking to his generals face to face, that would change.

"Sire," he Pausinias called out.

"Aw, Pausinias the captain. What have you to say to me now? I've already heard your report once. I don't need to hear it a second time," the king stated.

"Parmenion sire," he began.

"What of him," the king asked?

"He rolls in from the south, he's with Canine," he told the king.

"It is about time, when he arrives tell him to see me at once," he said.

Parmenion did as he was told and brought the news to Phillip.

"Sire," the two men called out.

"Parmenion, Canine, I've been waiting on you for some time now, how goes your deeds," he asked?

"The battle is over on the western front. I need to gather more men to finish the Olynthians in the south," Parmenion answered.

"No need, I sent Ptolemy and Attalus to command the front," he told them.

"Has there been any news from Ptolemy," Canine asked?

"It has been a while. maybe , I should send you to assist with the attack," the king replied.

Before Parmenion or Canine could reply, the meeting was interrupted.

"There is no reason for that sire," a man called out.

Who is there, Attalus? What? How? Where's Ptolemy," the king answered flabbergasted.

"Sire, Ptolemy is just finishing up some loose ends. Just a couple of rebels," Attalus answered.

"He will put a flame to the city won't he," Canine asked?

"Those are the king's orders. So wouldn't he comply with them," Attalus answered agitated by Canines statement.

"Calm yourselves, you've all been at war with an enemy for some time now. There's no reason to go to war with each other," Parmenion replied to the tense situation.

"Parmenion's right. We've won the war and have put ourselves in a very potent place in the Greek world," the king said seriously.

What we've done today is more than win a war. We've put ourselves at the helm for control of the Greek states. More importantly now, the Greek people look at Macedonia and I as supreme leader," they said inspired by his words.

"Of course sire," Attalus answered.

Canine on the other hand never dropped his suspicions about Ptolemy. Now everyday he grew more skeptical about Attalus, who had spent almost every second of everyday with his nemesis Ptolemy. Canine though would not make the same mistake of creating conspiracy, while putting his life at risk in the process. He would hold his tongue, not even expressing himself to Parmenion. He knew a moment of weakness would occur. He would use this moment as his opportunity, Ptolemy returned a couple days after Attalus only to confirm what all the other men had already known. With Olynthus out of the kings way they headed home to Macedonia. Olynthus on the other hand was not out of Phillips plans. He would give land to the sons and cousins of conquered kings. He would then allow them to resettle the conquered land. There by eliminating or at least dampening the flames of rebellion.

Upon arriving in Macedonia, Phillip decided to meet with Antipater and express his thanks for doing the king a great deed.

"Sire, it's good to see you again," Antipater greeted them upon his arrival.

"It's good to be back, any news to speak of," Phillip asked?

"Unfortunately sire, there is," Antipater said in an emotional voice.

"Well, what news do you have," he asked?

"Sire it's Artabazus, my friend, my mentor," Antipater began.

"Yes, what of him. Did he return to Persia? Did he betray my trust," Phillip asked concerned?

"No sire, nothing of the sort. He was killed in a drunken brawl," he told the king.

"What, how? He's a master swordsmen," the king answered.

"He disrespected a young man's deceased father. The boy, young, strong, and well with a sword, challenged him. Artabazus intoxicated and drunk with rage accepted the boys' challenge. Yet he was no match. The boy took him swiftly," Antipater replied.

"Where's the boy now," Parmenion asked?

"He's in a jail sire," Antipater told him.

The king then turned toward Ptolemy in rage, pulled his sword from his side and said:

"Go to this boy, take his head and then bring it to me for I can see the face of the man who has set me back in my plans."

"Yes sire," Ptolemy responded.

Ptolemy a man always coveting a challenge, did not give the boy a chance. The boy was in the jail sleeping without hesitation. Ptolemy's sword fell upon the boy's neck.

"King, the boys head," Ptolemy replied.

"I don't care anymore, just be rid of it," the king answered.

The king's feelings had changed since he started looking in on Alexander's classes again. He noticed Alexander had begun reading Homer's Iliad. Phillip had fallen in love with the Iliad and was glad Alexander was following suit.

"Enough Achilles, we've got to take up a sword before the session is up," Lysimachus told him.

"Yes, Lysimachus. May I keep the IIiad. I would like to keep reading," Alexander asked?

"Yes, now take up your sword," Lysimachus answered.

Phillip was amazed by Alexander's newly found swordsmanship. His poise was beyond some of his greater soldiers. To be able to hold a sword with such stature at such a young age to Phillip was a message that he was a destined leader and the future of Macedonia and Greece. Phillip though had more to deal with, after solidifying Macedonia away from the Greeks. It was now time for him to assert himself in the Greeks, it was now time for him to assert himself in the Greek states. He would now make a move on Delphi, two things had to be done. First Phillip wanted to implement a system of allowing the sons of nobles, barons, governors, and conquered kings to be educated at his court in Pella. This would allow him to keep a hold on his would be loyalist and gain loyalty from their sons. He would need to get someone he trusted to teach these children but he wouldn't look far. Demaratus, a long time friend and loyal member of his court, would assume the duty. Now he could concentrate fully on controlling the Oracle at Delphi.

"Antigonus, what's the word on Delphi," the king asked?

"Delphi is still squabbling with Thessaly, Athens and other states want to obtain control over it," Antigonus answered.

"What move must we make to take Delphi," Ptolemy asked?

"Well we can't move on Athens, even though we would probably be successful, it would be bloody and there's a better way," Phillip stated.

"Right sire, we can't move on Athens, but conquering Thessaly is the way," Ptolemy added?

"Why do you think we must go through Thessaly, Athens is key," Antigonus answered in a threatening way."

"Wait Antigonus, calm yourself, why would we need Thessaly Ptolemy," the king asked?

Phillip heard what he wanted to hear when Ptolemy stated his plan. Avoiding a conflict with Athens and controlling Delphi was the course that needed to be taken. Once Delphi was his, Phillip would be able to exert its power and force Athens into peace and an alliance.

"Olympias keep an eye on Alexander tutoring while I'm gone," Phillip asked?

"So you're leaving again, where to now," Olympias asked sarcastically?

"Delphi, what's the problem," Phillip asked in a low tone.

"My problem, you come home to sleep with your wives. You sleep with your women, then back to war, back to battle. Yet you ask what my problem is," although Olympias spoke in a low tone. It was clear she was and her point came across clear.

"I am king, I shall not remind you of that again," Phillip answered.

Olympias did not respond, knowing she was close to the line and there was no telling how Phillip would respond. Phillip made sure she had no more qualms about the situation, then took his departure.

"Ptoelmy gather your men we move on Thessaly at noon," the king ordered.

"Sire, will Antigonus accompany us on this front," Ptolemy asked?

Antigonus and Canine shall stay back," Phillip stated.

"Attalus sire," Parmenion responded?

"Yes, if you believe he can help our situation. I will leave.

Parmenion decided that Attalus would take himself and the King to thessaly. They left as noon came riding into what Phillip called the greatest battle in Macedonian history. Upon arrival Phillip was met by a small army but he was sure that more men would come as soon as the word got out.

"Attalus come to your king," Phillip yelled out.

"Attalus rode over until he sat directly next to Phillip.

"Yes sire," he responded.

"Can you lead this charge," the King asked?

"Sire, I don't," but before Ptolemy could finish, Phillip interrupted him.

"Ptolemy this question was not intended for you, now Attalus can you lead this charge," the king asked again?

"I believe I can sire," Attalus answered hesitantly.

"Too much hesitation in your voice, you're not ready," Parmenion said.

"Wait sire," Attalus yelled out, "I will lead the front, I'm sure I can lead this change."

"You're sure? well you may not return in defeat. So be valiant," the king proclaimed

"Yes sire," Attalus answered.

Ptolemy looked on in shock and disbelief as Attalus rode over gathering his men for battle. Ptolemy was proud seeing his apprentice take his role as a true general leading his men into battle. Yet, he was unsure if he could handle such a large chore, Thessaly as his first true command. Attalus and his men gathered across from the enemy and without warning the Thessaly army made their move. Attalus quickly pushed back the enemy. Phillip and Ptolemy saw immediately Attalus was a fierce fighter, yet Phillip was more impressed by his men who had begun training under Seleceus recently. They fought with such vigor that Phillip was speechless. After the battle was over, Attalus and a great number of his men stood successful. There was no questioning the reality that Attalus was ready.

Phillip decided not to wait for the Thessaly army to regroup. He would move on the town now. When Phillip arrived he was met by an army. Phillip new by the look in their eyes there would be no more battles. A man stood in front of the army but was clearly not a king or leader of any kind.

"Do you men too, want to perish, like the men before you," Phillip said excitedly?

"Your treats are not needed here, we want to ally ourselves with you," the soldier yelled out.

"Allies, was that battle back there a move towards peace and alliance," Phillip answered in a calm, sarcastic voice.

"That was our king's last command before we dealt with him, and took over the situation," the soldier answered.

"Dealt with, how do you deal with asking," Ptolemy asked?

"We need not worry about that, will you allow us to join you though? You already have our loyalty, surely we could assist you," the soldier explained.

"You will stay here to protect this city, you are strong enough. While I go to Athens, you prove your loyalty to me on my return," Phillip explained.

Phillip knowing his men were in need of rest decided he would stay around for a short time before moving on Athens. Phillip on the other hand didn't need any rest, so he began to take in as much of Thessaly as he could. He began by requesting women for his amusement, for he could enjoy. First he would send a runner to Athens to make them understand the exact reason he'd be coming to Athens in a letter..

Phillip king of Macedon.

"I want to send word to you that I will be traveling to Athens. I have no need for war with Athens, but if you choose to challenge my entrance into your country, we will be forced into a brutal and bloody war. I've recently taken Thessaly. I feel you should know that half of their army is now a part of my force. I want to talk, I'll walk into Athens with peace in my heart. I want and need the Greek states. You have to ally with us and lead them in this venture.

Phillip of Macedon

Phillip gave time so that the letter could be received. Then he gave them a decent amount of time to discuss how a war would affect the future of Athens. After a week, Phillip decided there was no more time to be wasted. He hinted to the Thessaly army his request one more time before he departed for Athens. Phillip traveled through the neutral territories of Thermopylae and Thebes without exciting warfare of any kind.

Phillip arrived in Athens met not by an army, but by a convey that would take him to meet with the Athenian council. Even though they requested he be accompanied by no more than ten men. Phillip was too cautious and would move with no less than fifty men. Phillip met with the Athenian council, but not to give them a speech. He met only to negotiate a treaty, an alliance. He had no intentions of giving in to anything the Athenians had to say. But he had demands, demands that could not be turned away. He wanted a spot on the Delphi council and there was no telling him no. As a part of their settlement, Phillip was guaranteed a spot on the Delphi council.

Phillip would use this as an opportunity to let his money do the talking, buying support from any man he desired. Phillip had made history being placed on the council, there had never been a time when a Macedonian leader was a part of this organization. With his seat on the Delphi council, Phillip would need to establish his influence over the other Greek states and exercise his recognized position in Greece. The Macedonian intrusion in internal Greek policies did not sit well with the Greeks. Their resistance was growing steadily and gaining stability at every corner.

Demosthenes the orator didn't take too well to the alliance. He expressed how he felt in his second aggressive speech against Phillip. Already disgusted at what Phillip had been able to do, Demosthenes wanted all out war. He had no respect for Phillip or anybody who weren't considered Greek, they were considered barbarians. That was exactly what he thought of Phillip. Demosthenes thought low of the Macedonian. He knew they were dangerous. That they couldn't be trusted. So he saw this alliance as no more than a set up for war. Even Macedonian kings weren't respected by the Greeks, so for this barbarian to become a rival and threaten the Athenian way of life left a sickening feeling in his gut. He would rectify this feeling in a later speech to the Athenian council.

"Antigonus, a band of insurgents off the coast of Illyria have incited rebellion in the state," Canine explained .

"What," he said?

"Yes sir," he responded.

"How has our army held up," Antigonus asked feverishly?

"They've held up well but if we don't send assistance soon, Illyria will be lost to us. With Epirus and Thrace still on the border of a truce with us, there is no telling if they might support this rebellion," Canine told him.

"No longer than two weeks, Antigonus, we must join this affair now," Canine expressed emotionally.

"I don't have that kind of power Canine," he responded.

"What do we do with the matter at hand," Canine asked angered by his cousin's refusal?

"Send a runner to meet Phillip, he's on his way back. So it shouldn't take long. It will be his decision," Antigonous answered.

"Yes sir," Canine answered walking away, he whispered to himself, this is a mistake.

The letter got to Phillip while he was tracking through Thebes. The letter only took three days. Once Phillip read the letter, he sent the runner right back on his way to Macedonia. Phillip gave him orders to tell Antigonus to crush the rebellion, no survivors if possible. He also wanted Canine to lead the charge for Antigonus could continue to watch over Macedonia. Phillip though was disappointed with Antigonus's methods, his indecision may have cost him Illyria. When the letter arrived back in Macedonia, there was no more hesitation in antigonus. He became very precise in what he wanted. He immediately sent Canine along with a number of men to crush this Illyrian insurgence.

Canine gathered his army together and flew into Illyria, for there was no time to waste. The Macedonian trained Illyrians were being beaten back by the rebels every day. Canine immediately met with the regent and commanders of the Illyrian state.

"What is the status of this insurrection," Canine asked the governor?

"Sir, the rebels have taken us by storm. They came from the coast and they caught us in disarray," the commander explained.

"You were equipped to meet this problem alone, why haven't you suppressed the situation?" Canine asked, surprisingly calm.

"What the commander failed to mention is the rebellion started on the crust, but has been led by a former soldier trained in Macedonia. He managed to gather support from some of our troops. We believe we can get to Diodorus and cut the head off this rebellion, thereby avoiding a crisis," the governor explained.

"How do you expect to get to this Diodorus," Canine asked?

"He tends to fight with his troops to keep up the morale of his men," the commander explained.

How do you expect to get your hands on him, he doesn't seem to be a fool if he's leading this revolt," Canine asked?

"He will not expect our army to be on the offensive, he will also be a little traumatized by the size of your army," the commander explained.

"How do we know where he is, and what's to keep him from fleeing at first sight of my army," Canine asked?

"We have information that Diodorus is in a camp in a Northwestern part of Illyria, as for him fleeing I'm uncertain," the commander asked?

"What we'll do is attack from all sides, I've seen it done before," Canine explained.

"Why would we separate our army," the governor asked?

"He hasn't started to flee," Canine responded.

"And why don't we want the ability to surprise him," the commander asked confused?

"If he sees the army he expects to see he'll attack with confidence, that's when we fall on them from every side and surprise them," Canine explained.

"It's sound," the commander stated, "looking at the governor."

"It's more than sound, it'll work," Canine explained.

Without Antigonus with him Canine would have to confirm the plan before he could put it into fruition.

"Do as you must do to crush this, this muting," the governor answered.

What Canine didn't understand was Diodorus was on his way to the Illyrian court with the full Brute of his force. This war would be decided now, here.

"Sir," a peasant rang out.

"What, I'm meeting with someone," the governor yelled out.

"Sir, soldiers, soldiers are marching this way," the peasant answered.

"Diodorus," Canine asked?

"Who else," the governor asked?

"There goes your plan general," the commander stated.

Canine had no answer, he just turned and walked out of the room. The commander followed suit, they gathered their army together to prepare for battle. The commander and canine marched up and into Diodorus's army. The fight went on neutral at first, Canine uncharacteristically leading the fight with pure fury would change the tide. Canine spotted a man he expected to be Diodorus and didn't hesitate. He galloped over to Diodorus and tackled him off his horse. The two men fell, rolled, then jumped to their feet drawing their swords simultaneously. Diodorus didn't know his attacker, yet he was not hesitant with taking the offensive. Canine though, was a trained, stable fighter, not even blinking while Diodorus attacked.

Canine was stubborn, he wouldn't take no more than two steps back either, he was taught three steps and you've conceded the fight. He let Diodorus grow confident before he utilized his counter attack ability. Doing so he cut Diodorus's arm, making him jump back. Canine now had the offensive, there was no words just action. Diodorus swung, defensively, but without strength from his leg, the swing, came without power. Canine knocked the sword out of his hand with a mean swing. He kicked Diodorus to the ground without wavering. He put his sword through the middle of his neck. He cut left and then right gruesomely cutting his head off. The war continued on, the rebels losing momentum slowly seeing their fallen leader lie dead, dropped the men's intensity.

There would be no retreating, the Illyrians were commanded to kill these traitors. There would be no more rebel lions. Canine wanted to send a message to any other insurgent minded leaders in the area. He did just that crushing the rebellion. Bloody and distraught the Macedonian trained army walked away from the battlefield altogether victorious.

"Sire, we have a letter from Antigonus," Parmenion told the king.

"How does it read," the king asked?

"They've crushed the Illyrian rebellion and given stability to the land," Parmenion told them.

The king was just leaving Thermopylae when he received the letter from Canine. Moving into Thessaly he was met by an average size army.

"Who are these people? How dare they bar my way," Phillip screeched?

"They look like the same Thessaly army we left king," Parmeninon responded.

"Well they don't seem ready to fall in line with us sire," Attalus spoke out.

"So this is how they prove their loyalty to me," Phillip answered sarcastically.

"Seems they've taken our absence as a chance to recruit and regroup their army," Parmenion responded.

"Send a runner to call their leader to meet with us," the king told Parmenion..

"Sire these men want a fight. They'll just kill any man we send over there," Parmenion retorted.

"Well then, we'll have our answer won't we," the king answered?

Parmenion sent the runner with a command, much to his dismay the runner returned with an agreement from their leaders.

"King we've had a change of heart, we will be turned into cowards by letting you terrorize us," the soldier spoke out to the king.

"Cowards huh... so you'd rather die than be called a coward," the king responded.

"If I must die then let it be, at least, I will go to my grave with my dignity intact," the soldier answered.

"What about living with your dignity intact? You seem like an intelligent man, what if I put this land in your hands only answering to me and my generals," the king proposed?

"I'm not that kind of leader, all I know is war," the soldier responded.

"Yet they let you talk for them alone, if that is not trust in your overall leadership what is," Phillip retorted.

"If I say yes, what's expected of us," the soldier asked?

"Loyalty, pure loyalty. Property, wives when we are victorious. A home, I don't expect to lose," Philllip answered.

As the soldier walked away Phillip cried out.

"What is your name, boy!"

"Arridaeus son of Lagus," the soldier answered.

"Hmm, Lagus of Macedonia," the king responded.

"He fled to Thessaly when I was three because of Perdiccas," Arridaeus responded.

"Perdiccas hated Lagus, he wanted nothing less than his head," Phillip answered.

"What of you, I know Perdiccas was your brother," Arridaeus asked?

You know more than you let on," Phillip retorted.

"Avoiding my questions are we," Arridaeus claimed?

"No, no, I was actually fond of him. We're actually good friends. When can I see him," Phillip asked?

"He was never the same after leaving Macedonia. He always told me to find my way back. I never saw the reason, too young, maybe he died three years ago on my eighteenth birthday," Arridaeus answered.

"So there will be no reunion. But you on the other hand can win your way back into Macedon's heart by being a lead to these people and proving yourself here first," Phillip responded respectively.

Arridaeus returned to his army revealing the news to his men. Relieved by the news, the men took it in stride.

They were ready to fight. Deep down though they didn't want any part of this massive Macedonian threat. Parmenion didn't understand diplomacy, if they lied once they'd surely do it again.

"Sire, excuse me for asking. But why trust the same people who just proved to be untrustworthy," Parmenion asked with a note of skepticism.

"How many deaths were avoided today Parmenion," Phillip inquired?

"Who knows," he responded.

"Men would have died right? Our men right?" Phillip questioned Parmenion again?

"Of course, sire, as in any battle," he responded.

"So instead of losing men today we've added some hundreds of men, right?" Phillip continued.

"Yes, but only if they're men of their word," Parmenion answered in a scrutinizing way.

"So if they don't keep their word, I've at least put off this war for another day," Phillip responded.

"I can see your point," Parmenion answered finally giving in to Phillips's perspective.

"You see Parmenion a king is not only judged by how many wars he wins by his sword. He is also judged on how many wars he can win with his words, his mind, and his wit," Phillip proclaimed.

"But," he began...

"No buts, if a king could conquer the world with his words then it would be an even greater feat than if he did it with his sword," Phillip said in a powerful voice.

Parmenion laughed a little before saying," this, this is the reason you are king. Point well taken sire, point well taken," Parmenion answered finally convinced.

Phillip decided there was no more time to waste in Thessaly. He set a course for his court in Pella. Right after the altercation was finished. He arrived home to a child whom he barely spent anytime with, also a wife he'd rather not be around. Alexander who'd recently had a birthday not one month before was now a young adolescent. His tutor Lysimachus had installed some of his deepest loves including Homer's Iliad. Playing the lyre, and the fine art of poetry. Most importantly in the eyes of Phillip he taught Alexander how to be a great swordsman. Instilling these qualities after young age was important to Phillip. He felt when you learned something as a child you'd remember it forever.

Olympias on the other hand grew tired of Lysimachus and all of his alter egos. She wanted a new tutor but there was a bigger problem at hand. One of Phillip's so-called lesser wives had given birth to a child. The child wasn't right, he was born with a disability. Olympias took this to mean that the gods were punishing Phillip. Others took it differently... Rumors rang out throughout the kingdom that Olympias had put to use poison to create the defect in the child.

When Phillip returned to Macedonia, upon hearing the news, immediately went to the child. He named him Phillip Arridaeus, knowing Olympias had already heard the news, he knew he would have to hear her thoughts on the situation.

"Olympias, Alexander, how are you doing?" Phillip asked walking into the room.

"Alexander why don't you go find Hephaestion and go play," Olympias asked Alexander?

"Yes, mother," Alexander answered.

"Why do you speak in such a high pitch boy? You should be embarrassed by it," Phillip stated.

"Sorry father," Alexander answered with his head down."

"Alexander run along," Olympias stated as Alexander left the room.

"You come home and the first thing you do is insult your son. The same son you spend no time with. You feel it necessary to hurt him as well," Olympias said furiously.

"I didn't insult him. I just gave him something to work on," Phillip answered surprisingly in a serious tone.

"It comes with time Phillip," Olympias answered?

"Look I don't want to argue. And I didn't come to talk to you about Alexander. I came to talk," Phillip was saying before he was interrupted.

"I know what you've come to talk about and I refuse to discuss it... I know the situation more importantly, I already understand the situation," Olympus answered in a calmer voice.

"Well I guess we have nothing to hash over," Phillip retorted.

"Yes, we do," Olympias stated.

"What now," Phillip asked?

"Lysimachus, he's not a good enough tutor for our son," Olympias told Phillip.

Phillip appreciated the job Lysimachus had done and was shocked by Olympias's implication.

"What is the meaning of your words? Why, what has he done to deserve this disrespect?" Phillip asked angered.

"He did well but there's nothing left that he has to teach Alexander. Alexander has taken all the knowledge that Lysimachus had to offer," Olympias answered.

Phillip had not thought of that prospect. So he decided to concede to Olympias's wants.

"So who now? Who do we court for our son now," Phillip asked?

"No ordinary man will do... we need," she began.

"Need what!? What do you want, Plato himself," Phillip asked sarcastically?

"Ha ha, Phillip," she replied, "do you know anyone," she responded?

Phillip thought to himself for a while, before he had an epiphany.

"I met a man in Athens. He used to be a teacher at Plato's academy there," Phillip answered.

"Used to be," Olympias stated?

"Yes he'd been visiting the school. He was now at the court of Hermias of Atarneus," Phillip stated.

"What makes you think he would come here," she asked?

"He was born in Macedonia, Stagira, his father was even a physician on my brothers court. He would most likely want to return home," Phillip answered.

"You talk so highly of this man, you mind telling me his name," Olympias went on?

"Aristotle... His name was Aristotle," he responded.

# The Root of a King

Phillip king of Macedonia

Sir Aristotle, I have written you with the gravest of importance. I would like for you to return to Macedonia, to your home to become a tutor for my son. You will be treated in the greatest of respects everywhere you go. Money is no issue, you will be paid handsomely and given the greatest settlement you could ever want. I hope you accept my invitation to teach my son at my court.

Phillip of Macedonia

Phillip sent a runner to deliver the letter immediately after he'd finished writing the invitation. Phillip was amazed by he and Olympias's ability to come together when their son was the focal point. He had to have her at this point he'd never loved her as much as he did at that very moment.

"Olympias I need you," Phillip said walking toward Olympias.

"Need what Phillip?" she said with her back turned away from Phillip.

"I need you," Phillip answered coming up and turning Olympias around.

"What!" Olympias rang out.

Before Olympias could go on Phillip gave her a deep passionate kiss. Olympias was a little surprised by the action. Phillip was not a man of romance. Olympias didn't fight his feelings, it might be the first and last time he ever made love to her.

"So that's what happens when you put your mind to something," Olympias said lying next to her husband.

Phillip took the words a little more personally then Olympias may have hoped.

"What do you mean, put my mind to something," Phillip said while sitting up on the end of the bed?

"That's the best experience I've ever had with you," Olympias answered concerned.

"But you said put my mind to something. What did you mean by that," Phillip asked abruptly?

"Phillip... Must we argue?" Olympias asked, trying to avoid an ultimate squabble.

"What did you mean," Phillip yelled?

"Phillip, I was just," she began.

"Just what, huh? Am I adequate enough for you, what is it?" Phillip asked, still screaming at Olympus.

"I just felt you were more passionate, that's all," Olympias said while starting to weep.

"More passionate huh... and before? What was that, tell me?! Was I not passionate then," Phillip answered in rage?!

"That's not it, I just think," Olympias staggered to say while sobbing uncontrollably.

"Maybe that's your problem. You think too much," Philliip answered.

Phillip walked out the door frustrated. Leaving Olympias in despair. Olympias was now lying on the bed with her face in her hands weeping tragically. Phillip couldn't care less. He couldn't believe she would apply such words to him. The king of Macedonia. He would not be embarrassed by no one, especially his wife. How dare she mock the king? Phillip kept asking himself. The pure impudence of her comments was cause for blasphemy. Phillip began to avoid interaction with Olympias, not even being able to look at her without making his blood boil. This went on for approximately two and a half weeks until it finally came to a head.

"Sire, a man waits at your door. He carries a letter... he says you sent him," a servant told him.

"What is his name," Phillip asked his servant?

"Aristotle sire," the servant answered.

"He's outside, right now," Phillip answered confused and excited at the same time.

"Yes sire," he responded.

"Bring him to me at once," Phillip spoke up in an almost courageous voice.

"Right away king," the servant said hurrying back to the door.

"The king wishes your presents sir," the servant told Aristotle.

Aristotle greeted the servant, then followed behind him until he was brought into the king's presence.

" I take it you received my letter," the king said jokingly.

"Yes, I didn't want to pitter patter around the situation. So I came as soon as I could," Aristotle stated.

"A man of action are you," Phillip asked?

"No, but it was a chance encounter that I met you, for you to write to me, ask me to hold such a position off one suspect encounter. Well I'd be a fool not to show action, wouldn't you say," Aristotle answered?

"Before you meet my son Alexander, could you give me a representation of what you'll be teaching him. Before I entrust his mind to you," Phillip inquired.

"I can tell you a lot of things you may want to hear. Things that will lessen your concern. Though, honestly, until I meet with the child, I couldn't give you any representation or description of any kind," Aristotle answered.

"What do you mean," Phillip answered a little mixed up?

"I mean, I can tell you something he may already know. I may forego something he's yet to learn. I must meet with the boy before any descriptions can be given," Aristotle answered, almost repeating himself.

"I understand your point," Phillip stated, "run, seek Alexander. Then bring him here," Phillip ordered the servant.

Alexander was out playing with his friend Hephaestion when the servant clamored for him. Calling him inside to his father, Alexander knew better than to hesitate. He immediately went with the servant to see his father.

"Alexander this man is going to be your new tutor. His name is Aristotle," Phillip explained to his son.

"Great to meet you sir," Alexander said to Aristotle.

"May I meet with the boy alone king," Aristotle directly said to Phillip

"You may," Phillip answered.

Phillip escorted them both to an empty room so they could talk. Phillip waited outside pacing back and forth waiting to be given some sort of explanation. Time began to pass, Phiillip grew tired of waiting, so he felt it was about time he discussed the situation with Olympias.

"Olympias we need to talk," Phillip told her.

"Oh, so we're speaking now," Olympias answered with spite in her voice?

"This has nothing to do with us. I've come here to talk about Alexander," Phillip answered.

"Is there something wrong," Olympias said worried?

"No, but you remember what we talked about, you know Alexander's new tutor," Phillip answered?

"What of him? Has he given a response to your letter yet," Olympias asked?

"He's here," Phillip retorted.

"Yes, he's with your son right now," Phillip explained.

"I want to meet him," Olympias told Phillip.

"Sire, Aristotle, he's waiting for your arrival," a servant came into the room giving the king the news.

"Well, Olympias here's your chance," Phillip answered.

Phillip and Olympias met up with Aristotle to finally get the information he wanted. He was in the room interrogating Alexander for approximately two hours, he'd better have something to say.

"What of my son sir," Phillip asked Aristotle?

"Our son, what of our son?" Olympus replied before Aristotle could respond to the question.

"Your son," Aristotle stuttered to say while he had a large grin on his face.

"What about our son," Olympias asked?

"He's," Aristotle paused, "he's above and beyond. He's so learned it's amazing," Aristotle answered.

"You can still teach him right," Olympias answered while she scratched her chin.

"Well, of course," Aristotle began.

"I sense reservation in you, Aristotle," Phillip stated.

"I need him one on one, no interruption, you may sit in, or not," Aristotle answered.

"What are you saying," Phillip asked?

"I want to take your son to the temple at Micea. Where I will give your son every ounce of knowledge I have. I swear to it," Aristotle told him.

"Ok, why? Why, I'm a king. I have every available expense before you. Bring Micea to me!" the king roared.

"That sounds exactly right," Olympias agreed looking toward Aristotle. I will not be away from my son.

"I understand," Aristotle said.

Olympias just got up and walked out of the room. She just couldn't deal with these tutors anymore. And, now one came knocking on the door, telling her to send her child off to a school in Greece. Phillp stayed for a moment before walking out after Olympias, leaving Aristotle in his wake.

"What did you want me to do? This man's a genius. Imagine what he can do for Alexander," Phillip stated firmly.

"You're a general. Never turn your child over to a genius... Imagine, Alexander can imagine all on his own," she told her husband.

So Phillip just sat and stared at her.

"Phillip do you love me," Olympias asked?

"What," Phillip said surprised, "why are you asking me this now," he responded?

"You don't do you? The only thing I've had since I left home.... The only thing I've had is Alexander. He keeps me sane Phillip. What am I now? What am I now, if he leaves?" Olympus answered feeling tired.

"Your my queen. That's what you have," Phillip said angered, "shall we walk through the streets. So you may see what you have," he continued.

Phillip left Olympias with those words, then went to see that his son was prepared. He allowed for Hephaestion to be tutored along with Alexander. He didn't want Alexander to be bored with his lessons. Without saying goodbye to Olympus, Phillip guided Aristotle to a room closely guarded by soldiers and Olympias. Aristotle would leave for approximately six months to gather others to help build what would later become the Lyceum.

Phillip on the other hand turned his eyes toward Thrace with all of his personal problems situated. Phillip felt the Thracians were a threat to Macedonia. He also knew that in some way they aided the rebellion in Illyria. Whether it was with words or men, Phillip knew the Thracians weren't righteous by any means. Phillip didn't want to conquer the whole of Thrace. Just take key territories inside the large city-state. Phillip would be traveling with a large army deep into the heart of Thrace. Phillip quickly gathered his army and flew into Thrace, leaving Antigonus in Macedonia. Phillip went straight into the city of Mesta.

"Parmenion do you mean to tell me this small army is what holds me from victory here," Phillip asked?

"Yes sire," Parmenion answered laughing out loud.

"My son Alexander could've led this charge," Phillip stated.

"What's our move sire," Parmenion asked?

"Canine you move ahead, me and Parmenion will stay back. I doubt this is their entire army. I will not be surprised by anything today," Phillip told the two men.

"Yes sire," Canine answered

Canine took his men and moved on to the small army. Slicing through the weak army didn't take long. The men destroyed the meager Thracian army in a very short time. The king's thinking there were reinforcements on the way were incorrect. Phillip renamed the state Philipopolis and would later use the land for his noblemen. Wasting no time the army headed south to Nestus. Phillip rode into the city to the same size army he encountered in Mesta. He began to get suspicious and his suspicions were necessary. Antigonus sent Phillip a letter pertaining to the situation. The letter confirmed the king's suspicions. The letter came from some of Phillips' friends and aids in Greece.

The information in the letter said that the Greeks were aiding the Thracians in their battles against Macedonia. Not only that but they had put away their disputes with the Persians to defeat Phillip's army. Phillip was confused after taking Mesta now Philipoplis and then Nestus. There was no sign of any significant forces. Then it hit him... Phillip realized if he took the coast he would not only be a threat to the Greeks but the Persians as well. They were likely to be waiting at the coast in other Byzantium or Perinthus, maybe both areas.

Phillip saw no reason to go into the cities with his full force. Why lose so many lives for two cities that lacked importance in his eyes? The fact that the Persians were so threatened by his advances was a victory in itself. Phillip met with Attalus, Parmenion, Ptolemy, and Canine to tell him the plan.

"I'm returning home, while you move on Byzantium and Perinthus. I will take half the army and you'll split the men who remain," Phillip stated.

"Sire, I don't mean to question you... how will we defeat the Persians, Greeks, and Thracians with a quarter of our army," Parmenion asked?

"We don't, we don't need either city. They must think they were successful," Phillip answered.

"How do we approach it sire," Canine asked?

"Canine, you and Attalus will move on Perinthus, while Parmenion and Ptolemy take Byzantium. I expect all of my generals back in Macedonia. It's not important enough for one of you to lose your life. Now do as I say!" Phillip commanded the men.

"Yes sire," they all answered.

The men split up going their separate ways. Canine and Attalus arrived in Perinthus to what Canine saw as a threat they could defeat. Even though the king gave orders not to put their life in danger, Canine went right ahead and told Attalus to lead the charge himself.

"The king explicitly said not to put our lives on the line. Yet you want me to lead the charge," Attalus stated his mind to Canine.

"Who's giving orders, here answer that," Canine asked? "The king," Canine continued.

"Who gives order in the absence of the king," Canine asked again yelling his point this time.

"You sir, Attalus answered.

"Well then you will lead this charge as I ordered," Canine stated.

"Yes sir," he responded.

Attalus moved on the city immediately. The city held up and turned Attalus and his men away. He waited a day, regrouped then moved on them again. They turned them away a second time. Weeks went by, Attalus leading and surviving every charge on the city was turned back every time. Another charge would prove to be a different result. As the fighting waged on Attalus was hit and wounded by an arrow right below his collarbone. Falling off his horse, Attalus was immediately picked up by his second in command, who called for a full retreat.

"Sir, the men are returning again," a soldier informed Canine.

Canine came out of his tent to a group of his men standing around a body. It was Attalus lying still, breathing yet unconscious. The second in command, a young soldier named Lysinthus broke the arrow then removed it from his shoulder.

"Why are you gathered here, Attalus, what happened," Canine asked?

"He was wounded by an arrow," Lysinthus answered still on one knee above the bleeding Attalus.

"Is he?" Canine responded?

"No, he's alive. He needs some attention," Lysinthus asked?

Fortunately, every Macedonian convoy was accomplished by a physician laying Attalus up in a bed. Canine pulled the physician to the side and told him, "if Attalus dies, so do you."

Canine fearing Phillips wrath was in fear that he would return to Macedon with a fallen general.

"What have I gotten myself into," Canine thought to himself.

Parmenion and Ptolemy meanwhile weren't having any luck in Byzantium. He decided he would send no more than two more charges on the city before he'd be returning to Macedon. Phillip who had been returning, made an unusual and unpredictable move. Even though he had taken two Thracian states already, he decided to move on the tribes and then to Scythia. None of the tribes on the path to Scythia would dare war with Phillip seeing the size of his army. While traveling through the Thracian tribal state of Cardia, Phillip met a young man named Eumenes.

"Sire," Eumenes yelled out! While running at the king, he was tackled to the ground.

"Let him up," the king ordered his men," what do you want, boy," the king asked?

"To come with you. I'd be willing to do anything to help in the fight," Eumenes answered.

"Anything," Phillip asked giggling lightly, "what's your name boy," he asked?

"Eumenes sire," the boy answered nervously.

"Well, Eumenes, I am in grave need of a secretary. Would you like the position," Phillip asked Eumenes?

"Yes sire, anything. I'll do anything," Eumenes answered.

"Gather your things boy, because you march with them," Phillip answered pointing to his army.

Eumenes gathered all his necessities and joined Phillips march on Scythia. Phillip went on leading his army northward into the city across Thrace. The Scythians hearing word of Phillip's plans moved across the Danube River to meet the Macedonian army. Shortly after crossing the river they did just that, diving into the Macedonian army without hesitance. Stunned, Phillip was not shaken and his men bent back into the larger Scythian army. Seeing the men rallying around their king Aries, he moved behind the leader surrounded by a small assortment of bodyguards. He stabbed Aries in his back. With no one to lead them or rally their spirits, Phillip yelled out to his men, "Take them, now!"

Dying one by one the Scynthian army grew scared. Unaware of what would come next, the Scynthians began throwing their swords to the ground. Phillip called for his men to cease fighting upon seeing their army succumb to his armies might. Phillip took the soldiers along with the women and children who accompanied them as slaves. He would return to Macedonia with a lot more cargo to go around. While returning, Phillip again had to travel through the tribal areas of Thrace. This time wouldn't be as peaceful a journey as his prior trip. While passing through a tribal area Phillip was struck by an arrow directly above his bicep. He immediately went numb in his right arm. A small rebellious group of men then bum rushed the Macedonian army freeing all of the Scythian slaves before being demolished by the dominant Macedonian army.

In Byzantium Ptolemy's last charge was returning, again unsuccessful he and Parmenion decided to return to Macedon. By this time Canine had already begun his march back to the capital with Attalus showing signs of recovery. On his return Canine was stunned to hear of the king's injury. He had originally thought the king would be returning home and could not see the relevance of going into hostile territory without assistance.

"Antigonus," Canine yelled out.

"Yes," he responded.

"The king, how's the king," Canine asked?

"He's well, recovering by the minute, unlike any man I've ever seen," Antigonus uttered.

"Why would he go it alone? Why not let one of us accompany him," Canine said questioning the king's decision?

"He's king, Canine! He has the ability to make decisions on a snap. He's king and we do not and will not question the decisions he made," Antigonus answered directly.

"Understood," Canine responded.

"How's Attalus," Antigonus asked?

"Recovered... he's at home with his wife and niece, Cleopatra," Canine answered.

"Since he's recovered so well there's no need to tell the king of your exploits. Tell Attalus the same, the king has enough on his hands. He doesn't need this as well," Antigonus stated.

When Parmenion and Ptolemy returned home, they both were shocked by the news of the king's injuries. Not wanting to speak with Antigonus or Canine, Ptolemy immediately went to converse with Attalus.

"Attalus, I need your ear," Ptolemy explained as Attalus answered his door.

"What do you know about Phillip's injury," Ptolemy asked?

"Go play Cleopatra," Attalus told his young niece, "I don't know, I was also injured. What you know is what I know," he responded.

"How were you injured," Ptolemy asked a bit confused.

"I led a charge on Perinthus. In the midst," Attalus began to answer before he was

interrupted..

"Wait, wait, stop there! You led a charge, why? Who gave that order," Ptolemy questioned?

"Canine's orders," Attalus answered, trying to stay calm.

"He gave that order after the king gave direct orders not to put your life at risk," Ptolemy answered enraged!

"All is well now. There is no reason to do more harm," Attalus pleaded.

"Harm will only fall on Canine tonight," Ptolemy answered.

"What of the king. If he finds out," Attalus began to say.

"He won't," Ptolemy answered walking out the door.

It was already late, so Ptolemy saw this as his opportunity to request Canine's audience. When he arrived at his home Canine was nowhere to be found. Ptolemy decided he would wait for his return. He was dead set on what he wanted. An hour or so into his wait, Ptolemy spotted a charismatic Canine walking up, singing as though there was no trouble. Seeing the carefree attitude Canine displayed, provoked even more emotions in Ptolemy.

"You act as though you have no problems, Canine," Ptolemy spoke in a low voice behind the shadows.

"Who's there," Canine yelled out.

"Our orders were direct. All generals stay back, don't put your life in danger.

Those were the orders," Ptolemy stated.

"Ptolemy..." Canine began to respond.

"Why did you disobey the king's words? You had no right," Ptolemy yelled!

"I am a commanding officer. I had every right. I made a decision as a commander and you have no authority to challenge me," Canine explained.

"No authority with my words maybe.. My sword can challenge any man," Ptolemy stated with contempt while pulling his sword.

"You dare pull your sword on me," Canine was surprised by Ptolemy's actions.

Ptolemy had no words, he just stood poised for combat.

"Well if you must die, at least they'll say you died by a warriors sword," Canine gave a smug remark.

"Let your sword talk for you boy. Your words have no meaning anymore," Ptolemy told him.

Canine pulled out his sword not thinking Ptolemy would go through with his threats. Both men were skilled, Canine the older man was also wiser and sharper with his sword. Ptolemy thought differently, feeling no one could match his sword, not even the king himself, he would be smart in how he approached Canine. Using his strength to move the older Canine down would be his challenge. Jumping forward Ptolemy swung his sword with full force. Canine slightly moved to his side answering Canine's move by swinging softly aiding the generals momentum. Ptolemy stumbled forward, turned and stabbed at the abdomen of Canine. Canine pushed the futile attempt away with a mere stroke of his sword. He countered Canine's attempt by cutting him above his left shoulder.

"Your tendencies beg, you fight like a Greek," Canine snickered at Ptolemy.

"You laugh old man, but you must've forgotten I am a Greek," Ptolemy yelled out.

"Well, you'll die like a Greek," Canine responded.

Canine made his first offensive toward the younger man. Ptolemy was just as maneuverable as he had been, avoiding any other injuries. He had already lost a great deal of force being cut, making his force less efficient. The two men began at each other without hesitation. It was clear though that the two men were no less than equals. The two found themselves in a stalemate face to face, when Canine reached to his side grabbing a small dagger. Before he could make a move, Ptolemy knocked the weapon out of his hand and stepped back.

"You coward, don't you have any sense of valor," Ptolemy spoke out at the ignorant move of Canine.

"Valor, in war? It shall not win this fight young man, I will," Canine answered.

The men went back and forth at each other feverishly, turning the combat into an exhibition of excellence. Ptolemy had bled, yet his persistence was strong and sharp. Ptolemy would prove to be the sharper, more experienced soldier in this battle. Canine knew he would not beat the younger Ptolemy with his strength alone. Canine began a strategic plot against the vigorous Ptolemy. Noticing Ptolemy's reaction every time he swung at his wounded shoulder, Canine knew this would be his most promising chance at victory. Canine went on the attack again putting all his strength and making every move at what he considered Ptolemy's weakness.

Ptolemy seemed to take the offensive in stride, until they locked swords a second time in a stalemate. Canine grabbed at the wound, inflicting an immense amount of pain. Ptolemy leaped back grabbing his shoulder, letting his guard down for a mere second. Canine swung his sword but tripped forward. Ptolemy noticing the lapse in judgement by Canine leaped back grabbing his shoulder and then made his move. He swung his sword with all the force he could obtain. Canine still wobbly was nearly defenseless against the younger Ptolemy's attack. Ptolemy knocked the sword out of Canine's hand, jabbing him in his chest. Ptolemy pulled his sword leaving Canine reaching and grasping at air while his hand ran over with the blood of Ptolemy and his chest poured with his own. Ptolemy watched as Canine fell forward to his knees, then to the ground. Showing no emotion at all Ptolemy just stood. He looked down at the body with an odd and fleeting respect for the man who lay deceased before him.

"Well Canine, at least you can say you were put to death by a true warriors sword," Ptolemy said to himself as he turned and walked away.

When the next day came, so did news of Canines mysterious death. Early the next morning a servant brought a message to the king who happened to be meeting with Parmenion at the time. The king who had just healed up from his injury would not take the news well.

"Sire, I am sorry to interrupt you," the new secretary Eumenes stated.

"It's okay, go ahead," the king responded.

"Sire, I've got news that your general Canine, was murdered last night in front of his home," Eumenes explained.

Parmenion jumped to his feet in shock and didn't say a word. The king though was frantic, "by whom, who'd dare take the life of one of my generals," Phillip asked Eumenes.

"No one knows sire. This is all the information I was given. I'm sorry sire," Eumenes stated.

"Leave us Eumenes," Phillip stated.

"Yes sire," Eumenes answered leaving the room.

Parmenion still shocked by the situation, showed no emotions but managed to utter a few words.

"Why, who," Parmenion asked himself out loud?

"I'll tell you who. First rally Ptolemy and Attalus. We need to discuss this situation," the king stated.

Parmenion went along with the king's orders sending runners to the two generals homes. He went along with the king even though he was suspicious of those men. Hearing the news the men immediately came to the king's presence. Antigonus, not knowing why the king called for him, could feel the mood in the room. Ptolemy, on the other hand, knew the king had heard the news of Canine's demise. Ptolemy was only unsure if the king knew he was the one responsible for the death.

"Ptolemy, Attalus, we received information this morning that Canine was murdered last night in front of his home," the king stated to the men.

On hearing the news Attalus just dropped his head in disappointment knowing Ptolemy was responsible for this happening.

"Parmenion my heart goes out to you, I'm sorry," Ptolemy stated to Parmenion.

Parmenion looked at Ptolemy closed his eyes and just nodded his head.

"We have a problem among us, in fact, we've got two problems among us. We've lost a general, who now has to be replaced. Second, we need to deal with Canine's murderers and soon.

The killer is before us and we need to deal with this situation before it destroys what I've worked so hard for," Phillip stated.

"Sire," Parmenion began before Phillip continued on with his point.

"These Greeks have stepped over the line. To come into my home and assassinate one of my men, that's the last straw," Phillip stated.

"The Greeks sire? You believe the Greeks are at fault," Parmenion asked?

"Who else, we have an issue before us men and I'm afraid if we don't take action soon the enemy may be upon us," Phillip went on.

"The men sire, I mean Seleceus has done a great job. Still, the troops morale has weakened. Moving on Greece, is that a reality?" Parmenion asked?

"We've got to make a move, yet, if what you say is true.. I'll hold off for a while, but rest assured war is among us," Phillip answered.

"What now, sire" Ptolemy asked?

"I need a new horse," Phillip stated with a swearthy smile.

Phillip sent for a horse trainer by the name of Philoneieus. Upon sending the runner to Thessaly, Phillip was pleasantly surprised by the direction of Alexander's tutoring. He had not seen Alexander since his lesson started with Aristotle. Phillip was taken by the pure growth of the boy, who was now sixteen years of age. After greeting and meeting briefly with his father, Alexander hurried away with Hephaestion.

"Mother," Alexander clammered.

"Alexander," Olumpias yelled out running to embrace her son. She'd allowed for there to be distance between the two and was glad to see him.

"You've grown," she added, "how are you," she continued?

"Great mother, Aristotle and Hephaestion have kept me company," he stated.

"Hephaestion, that's good. You two sure do spend a lot of time together," Olympias responded.

"He's my best friend, mother," he said passionately.

"How's the tutoring, is Aristotle as good as his reputation," she went on?

"Better, I've never been intrigued by any lesson, as I am with him. It's amazing that one man can know so much," Alexander told her.

"It sounds like you're on your way to being a great king," she responded.

Alexander began to return to Hephaestion's company before his father grabbed him. His father had made plans for Alexander to resume his tutoring in Macedonia. Phillip had already come to terms with Aristotle and Alexander moving in slow strides. It was time for Phillip to tell Alexander that his role was about to change drastically in the kingdom. Alexander was a little stunned, yet not at all scared. He knew this day would come and yearned for the opportunity to prove himself to his strict father. What Alexander didn't know is that he would be thrown right into the fire. Phillip had plans of making a strategic play for Thermopylae. Alexander would stay home as regent. Phillip planned on fitting alexander with a horse before he made his move.

The following weeks flew by when finally Philoneicus reached the court with three of his finest horses. Walking out to the stable, both Alexander and Phillip were taken aback by the beauty of the horses. Philoneicus brought a black stallion with a white stripe on his forehead. Phillip was immediately intrigued by the impressive beast.

"What a magnificent animal," Phillip stated.

As Phillip walked up to the horse, the animal began to rage out of control.

"Calm the horse Philoneicus," Phillip yelled!

"He's never done this before," Philoneicus said trying to control the animal.

"Calm the horse, Philoneicus," Phillip repeated.

Alexander standing a few steps behind his father with hephaestion at his side, began to notice something odd about the horse. The horse seemed to be afraid of his own shadow and was trying to move away from it by any means.

"Hephaestion do you see that," Alexander said perceptively?

"Yes, it's a grand horse. It's uncontrollable," Hephaestion answered.

"No, he's reacting," Alexander commented.

"What are you talking about," he said to Alexander?

Before Alexander could respond, they were interrupted by the sound of Phillip screaming.

"Philoneicus, how dare you bring me an erratic horse like this...? It's quite beautiful but dangerous, who am I for you to bring me a horse like this," Phillip yelled out?

"I'm sorry king, but he has never done this before," Philoneicus answered in fear.

"Father, can you not tame this horse," Alexander commented surprisingly.

Phillip turned towards Alexander.

"What did you say to me boy," Phillip answered shocked but amused but the guile of his sons defiant tone.

"This horse, I want this horse to be mine," Alexander commented.

"Yours, you could never control such a capricious beast. This is not a game Alexander. I will pick you a superior horse," Phillip told the boy.

"This horse is flawless, I would stake anything that I could tame him," Alexander said confidently.

Phillip, not wanting to be shown up in front of his men, lended a challenge to his son.

"Alright, you want the horse? Then you'll have to prove it," Phillip responded.

"How?" Alexander asked.

"If you can tame this beast... I will purchase him for you. If you do not control this animal, you will buy the horse with your own money. He will be the horse you take into battle. One way or another," Phillip said to his son.

Alexander, looking to prove himself to his father and in some way to his generals, agreed to the provisions.

"What is his name," Alexander said to Philoneicus while walking toward the stallion?

"He's yet to be named," the trainer told him.

"Calm down," Alexander said to the horse while turning him toward the sun, to place his shadow behind him.

Alexander began to stroke the horse gently, while whispering in his ear. All the while, he lead the horse into the sun keeping his shadow behind him and unnoticeable. Eventually, the horse began to calm himself, allowing Alexander to mount him. Phillip, a little shocked by his sons' ability to wield the horse, was proud but didn't show any emotions.

"Hmm, at least your able minded," Phillip stated.

"Well father, will you keep your end of the bargain," Alexander asked his father with a little more assurance in his voice?

"I gave you my word, Eumenes, give him the coins to purchase this horse," Phillip answered.

"Thank you father," Alexander answered.

"Antigonus gather me one of those beasts for my own use, then come with Parmenion, Attalus, and my son to my council, we must speak," the king commanded.

"Oh, Alexander, give the damn horse a name," Phillip commented while turning and walking away.

"Yes father," Alexander responded.

Hephaestion dumbfounded by Alexander's ability to compose the wild stallion, ran up to him in amazement.

"That was amazing, how did you do that," he asked Alexander?

"Simple logic, the horse was jumping back afraid, looking down all the while. His trainer said he'd never done it before, it was unlikely to be a flaw with the horse," Alexander stated.

"So what frightened him," Hephaestiion asked?

"If it wasn't the trainer, it's rational to think it was his own shadow that frightened him. And if not, at least my father would respect my self-assurance," Alexander answered walking with Hephaestion to his father's council.

"Bucephalus... I think I'll name him Bucephalus," Alexander answered.

After the commotion had passed, Antigonus bought a beautiful mahogany colored horse for the king. After gathering the generals and Alexander, they made their way to meet with Phillip. Antigonus had grown frustrated with what he saw as a threat. Between Parmenion, Ptolemy, and now Alexander, Antigonus felt the pressure coming down on him.

"Men we have a problem, there is a force being assembled by the Greeks. Also, there is a rebellion gathering support in an upper Thracian colony," Phillip told the men.

"Sire, allow me to put down this small rebellious faction," Antigonus asked?

"No that won't be necessary Antigonus, Alexander will be making this journey," Phillip said looking over toward his son.

"Are you sure sire, we must not allow this faction to garner more strength then it has already," Antigonus stated unsure if Alexander could handle such a large project so soon.

Alexander left immediately with no more than one thousand men allowed by Phillip. Alexander, joined by Seleceus, would truly have to prove himself. Alexander would not be going on the journey alone, he would also be accompanied by Hephaestion and Eumenes, Phillip's secretary. Eumenes had been directed by Phillip personally to give him an exact account of what transpired. Alexander wasn't informed of Eumenes' reasons for accompanying him, he had no idea. Alexander entered into Philippopolis, the state named by and for his father. Alexander stood in front of his soldiers with Hephaestion on one side and Eumenes on the other. Alexander with the look of determination on his eye, stood poised for war atop Bucephalus.

"Eumenes, Hephaestion, go to the back of the army and wait for the battle to end," Alexander stated.

"But, Alexander.." Hephaestion studdard.

"There are no more than six hundred men there, they will be no match for us. I see no reason for you to put your life on the line for this," Alexander answered.

"And you," Hephaestion asked?

"I will lead, as a leader leads. Now go!" Alexander told the men.

"Yes sir," the two men answered.

Alexander with his sword in hand, looked back at his men and yelled. "Macedonians, follow me!" Alexander then in the midst of his men rode into the smaller Thracian tribe. With great intensity Alexander and his men destroyed the thracians with ease. With the Thracian tribe in submission, Alexander gave them an optimatum.

"You rebels have violated my father, the king's authority and shall pay the consequence. I Alexander shall give you a choice... you may join my force or be sold into slavery," he told them.

The men all broke down to one knee in proclamation of their allegiance to the king. Eusebius recording the whole battle looked to Hephaestion and said, "what man can go to war with a thousand men, lose nearly one hundred, yet still return with nearly twelve hundred?"

"Alexander is who. It's simply staggering," Hephaestion answered.

# The Corinthian League

The men returned to Macedonia with the king prepping for a large campaign. Eumenes though wasted no time requesting the king's audience, "sire, how are you," Eumenes asked?

Phillip grew frustrated, "don't waste my time, how did Alexander do?"

"Sire, I've never seen a man his age lead an army with such reverence. We went sire, as you know with one thousand men, but we returned with nearly twelve hundred soldiers," Eumenes responded.

"Twelve hundred men? I knew he'd do it," the king whispered to himself.

"I couldn't hear you," Eumenes iterated.

"Nothing.. Eumenes, nothing. Where is Alexander now?" Phillip asked.

"Aristotle, he immediately went to meet with Aristotle," he told the king.

"They spend a lot of time together. I appreciate your work, Eumenes, now I have work of my own," the king told him.

"Yes sire," he responded.

Phillip went immediately to find Alexander and Aristotle. With Alexander's great feat, the king saw no reason for the tutoring session to continue. Alexander had been taught all he ever needed between Leonidas, Lysimachus, and Aristotle. Alexander had more knowledge of society, politics, and warfare than Phillip ever had in his own youth. Phillip met with Aristotle in the middle of his lecturing Alexander and Hephaestion. Phillip pulled Aristotle aside to have a word.

"We need to speak about your duty here," Phillip stated.

"What is it, are you not pleased with the job I've done," Aristotle asked?

"No that's not it, you did a wonderful job and you will be justly compensated. I've seen what my son is capable of, so his abilities must be utilized."

"I understand, it'll be hard saying goodbye, we've grown close. How long do I have?"

"You've got two weeks to finish your tutoring and to say goodbye," Phillip told him.

"It has been an honor, King Phillip. I shall forever be indebted to you and your son," Aristotle told him.

"You won't be forgotten. You are more than welcome to stay and teach others. You are a son of Macedon," he told Aristotle.

"I may return to Greece," he told Phillip.

"I would wait... for war is headed to Greece," Phillip responded.

Aristotle nodded and returned to his lecturing of the two boys. Alexander who'd come to see Aristotle as a father figure, took the news better than one would think. He had begun to argue with Aristotle about the concept of outsiders.

"If not Greek or Macedonian, or at least educated by one, the barbarians are what they are," this was Aristotle's mind set. Alexander on the other hand thought that each person was unique and could provide Greece and Macedonia with a piece of their culture. The arguments became more consistent by the week and grew heated. Although Alexander never lost respect for Aristotle, nor his teaching, he was a little relieved when he heard his tutor would be dismissed. He would never forget his lessons under Aristotle and couldn't express his feelings enough for introducing him to Homer's Iliad. Almost an infatuation, Alexander once told Aristotle he couldn't sleep without the Iliad by his side.

Over the next two weeks, Phillip continued to mobilize for war with the Greeks. With Aristotle wrapping up his lessons with Alexander, Philllip gave his young son the rank of general. The Greek army also being formed, united more than just Athenians. It would be the Thebans, Achaeans and Phillip. These two great armies would meet and decide the fate of Phillips reign. Before Phillip met with his generals, he met with his most trusted friend Demaratus.

"You ask to see me Phillip?" Demaratus asked, walking into Phillips war council room.

"I'm in fear, old friend," Phillip answered with a cold feel to him.

"In fear of what," he asked Phillip?

"The inevitable Demaratus, many of our fathers have fallen at war with the Greeks. What makes me any different?" Phillip asked his friend.

"You! Your leadership, Phillip you have nothing to fear. You are king of Macedonia and the greatest to carry that title... you have nothing to fear," Demaratus responded.

Phillip picked his head up, "I am king and that title also makes me a general. I have to lead these men into battle. If I die at war, they will surely fail."

"Or you'll survive and with that sight, lead your man to victory. Phillip you are king, no man can ever take that title from you," Demaratus said inspired.

"You're right Demaratus, Greece will fall. Thank you, you're a good friend," Phillip answered.

"Anything for my king," Demaratus replied.

Days began to pass, and to Phillip it was inevitable that war would indeed come. Later a runner came to Phillip with information on the Greek army. It was greater, by number than the whole of Phillip's army. Phillip didn't care, he had gained a wide confidence in himself. There was no news that would change his decision to go to war. If he led the charge, his army would win the battle. Upon the news, Phillip thought it important to call his generals together, this time including Alexander. Phillip explained to them the situation at hand, telling them of the combined force of the Greeks.

The generals were left stunned, "what shall we do, what will be our first move," Phillip asked? The men had no response, they were speechless. Alexander on the other hand had an idea, but he didn't feel it was his place to comment. Phillip saw the look on his sons face, "share your thoughts with us Alexander. You are a general now son."

Alexander with the push of confidence from his father's words, spoke up, "their army is still mobilizing. These men are not trained as we are, we must bring the war to them. If we wait, the war will be fought in Pella, our capital, on Macedonian soil. But if we bring the war to them, it will be fought and won in Greece. Which is a statement that will reverberate through the land."

All the men stood silent, neither wanting to add support nor oppose the prince. Phillip was indifferent toward his son, and none of the men knew what sort of stance he would take toward Alexander's suggestion. As time went by Phillip grew frustrated, "does no one have any words to oppose or advocate my sons advice. Antigonus, Attalus, Ptolemy, Parmenion, what of you?"

Ptolemy agreed with Alexander.

"It is not smart to fight in Macedonia. I agree, and our men have much more training. Again, I agree. Though, war has been among us constantly and if not war they are constantly training. They need time to rest," Parmenion explained.

"What do you say Antigonus," Phillip asked?

"Parmenions words are indeed true, our soldiers must be allowed time to rest. This war will be the greatest any of the men have ever seen," Antigonus replied.

"So be it... two weeks and some days will be allotted to them, but when the day comes for us to leave. Every man must be accounted for," Phillp answered.

Phillip grew overly anxious, he spent all his time by himself or with his generals. Phillip put all his time and energy into this war, cutting off olympias, and any personal time with Alexander. This war was bigger than any battle this region had ever seen. If he lost this war, he would be confined to his kingdom and treated as just another ruler. But, to win this war would allow Phillip to exert his power and influence over all the Greek states. Two weeks passed and everything was in working order, so Phillip sought the counsel of his leading general Ptolemy. As soon as Ptolemy arrived Phillip embraced the young warrior, sensing the mood, Ptolemy grew worried.

"Sire, is everything alright," he asked?

"Alright, I think so Ptolemy, are we accounted for, man for man," Phillip asked?

"We are," Ptolemy answered, still sensing an odd tone from the king.

"Do you know why I called you Ptolemy?"

"No, sire," he responded.

"You will be left behind to defend the capital. I will lead the army into this war

myself. One thousand men shall stay with you, in case of any trickery by the Greeks. Do you understand?" Phillip asked?

"I will do as you say sire, but your wound, are you sure this is the right decision," he asked?

"Honestly, Ptolemy, my words flow without confidence. To answer your question, no I'm not sure. But, those men need to see their king with them if we want to defeat the Greeks," Phillip added.

Both men had a complete understanding of the circumstances once the meeting was over. The same night, Phillip gathered all of his leaders in his court, including his generals, captains and son Alexander. Phillip needed every man to understand the significance of this war. In the morning they would begin their trek.

Philllp stood silent as the men crowded around their leader, making a circle around him. Thirty plus men stood strong but nervous waiting for phillip to speak. Phillip held his tongue, he wanted the men to stay attentive, so when he finally did speak they would grasp every word. In turn, Phillip wanted each leader to convey this same mood to his troops and enrapture their emotions.

"Men, that's what we are, I look at each of you and I see men. There is not a coward among you, you have proven yourself as elite commanders. What we begin tomorrow is nothing new to any of you, all of us intimately know war. You've grown up, spent your lives fighting battle after battle, well, war has cast its shadow over us once again. As men, we shall not run from what is unclear to us, but instead we shall cast our sword and shed light on what was once dim and bleak. If in war one of you men are to die, I ask that you leave your heart and soul with us. These Greeks are dull men, but we shall be inspired by the gods. Look at me my sons, victory shall indeed be ours," Phillip said passionately.

All the men at once let out a loud cheer and applause. Each man's blood boiled, heated by Phillips passionate words. The Greeks could show up with twice the men, they would all lie upon their death beds. Phillip stood still for a while trying to capture and take in each man's sentiment. As the energy faded Phillip released the men, upon releasing the commanders, Phillip caught Pausinias the captain in his sight. He immediately thought to himself, "maybe one coward among us." As the room cleared out, Parmenion walked up to Phillip. Parmenion had been confused by the news that Phillip would lead the charge himself. Antigonus was usually the one to command the left flank in major battles, while he commanded the right.

"Sire, if Antigonus is to stay back, shall you take up his flank," Parmenion asked?

"No Parmenion, I shall take up your flank," Phillip replied.

Even more befuddled, Parmenion simply stated, "so I shall take up the left flank?"

"No, I shall assign that priority to Alexander," Phillip replied. Before Parmenion could speak, Phillip explained his intentions.

"You will be with my son Parmenion, along with Attalus. Upon his word, you will rely. I shall command the right along with the young Seleceus by my side."

Parmenion nodded in agreement with Phillip, then turned and walked away, "Parmenion, watch over my son," Phillip displaying emotion in his voice. Parmenion again nodded and then continued on his way.

Morning arose to the army already on their way to meet the united Greek forces. Out of all the territories that Phillip's army would confront, the Thebans and Athens were the most powerful. Athens was known for their glory in war and the Thebans sacred band was renown. The sacred band consisted of Thebes greatest soldiers, old and young, strong and wise. Phillip shortly after the march began requested Alexander to ride up near him. Phillip looked at Alexander for a time, then asked him, "are you scared son?"

"I see no reason why I should be," the young general answered.

"Hmm, no reason," Phillip paused, "the left flank is yours."

"Mine, the left flank is at my command," Alexander said curiously.

"Indeed it is, so even if you choose not to acknowledge your own fears, you now have thousands of men's anxiety and uncontrollable emotions to account for," Phillip told them.

"Yes, father," Alexander answered simply.

The two men then turned their eyes forward, and gave their attention to the horizon. They both knew that at any moment war would be upon them.

As the journey continued, except for sleep the two were at each other's side. The last couple of days, Alexander spent more time with his father than he had throughout his life. Phillip knew that soon after they exited Thermopylae, that the Greeks wouldn't be far behind. His intuition would prove to be true. A while into Chaeronea, the Greek army was in their sights. Upon seeing them, the men saw that the Thebans, led by the sacred band had taken the right flank. The left was made up of Megarens, Corinthians, Achaians, but mostly the Athenians.

Phillip on the other side would lead the right flank, while Seleceus and Pausanias commanded the center. More important, was the left flank. Phillip put a huge emphasis on it's significance. Alexander at the command would have a large responsibility, and many priorities. Phillip rode out in front of his men, they were all at the ready, Phillip spoke to them.

He simply said, "together we stand and victory is ours."

With those words the men took off toward the Allied Greek army. While the left and center advanced at a slower pace. The Athenian led Greeks met Phillip with strength and enthusiasm, upon seeing this an Athenian general over eager yelled out, "come, let's send these barbarians back to Macedonia." Hearing the words, the Greek soldiers began to break formation and fight recklessly. As Seleceus and Pausanias rammed into the Greek front, the center of the Greeks began to spread out dangerously. Phillip seeing gaps forming in the allied Greek army, began to tell his army to back up to a nearby river bank.

Phillip was sure to remind his army of the situation, "Back men, to the bank, but remember the war is still ours." At the same time Alexander had begun his attacks on the Theban ranks. With Attalus and some of Macedonia's finest cavalry, Alexander had also pulled Parmenion back and designated men to him in order to attack the sacred band of the Thebans. He made his assault, both attacks swift and concise. Soon after the Thebans were surrounded. Phillip then turned back and led a counter charge back into the center of the Greek forces. While simultaneously attacking the left flank. The war was not in hand and the fighting that followed was bloody and brutal.

Eventually, the allied Greek forces broke, and all but the Theban sacred band, fled. Honor was all these men had, and they were content on fighting to the death. But when it was all said and done, a group of the honored band gave in to Alexander's onslaught. With the battle over Phillip said silently to himself, "victory," Phillip was victorious indeed.

Once the war had come to an end Phillip called his men around to speak to them. He began calling names for their gallantry in the battle.... Parmenion, Alexander, Attalus, Seleceus, along with others were given mention. When Phillip's eyes came to Pausanias, even though he knew the captain had fought valiantly, he looked away quickly. The act frustrated Pausanias, the captain felt he was deserving of at least some notoriety. Pausanias's resentment of Phillip began to grow. He didn't understand why he was being singled out as a coward, when it was obvious it wasn't the case.

Once the battle was over and the word was out that Phillip had won the war, there wasn't much resistance from the Athenian navy. Other than territory, Phillip also gained influence over the Athenian fleet, he also gained harbors, and newly acquired soldiers. Phillip was relatively kind to the inhabitants of his new land, allowing them the same rights they had before the battle. He also decided to only put garrisons in the province of Thebes. Phillip spent time here as a prisoner and knew of their rebellious attitude. Yet, as a peace offer to the Thebans, Phillip allowed them to construct a monument to the Theban sacred band. After the war, Phillip took upwards of two thousand Athenian prisoners and eventually released them all without ransom.

Phillip wasn't just being grateful, he'd used his control over Athens and other Greek states. Phillip would use the Athenian army at his disposal, and he forced them to evaporate their maritime league. The Athenians were embittered by these demands, but had no ability to object to Phillip's requisitions. Phillip also abolished the Thebans, Beethian league, giving all the small cities their independence back. He allowed Theban exiles back into the province, dismantled the government and placed a puppet government in its stead. Phillip's resentment towards Thebes was obvious, he would not let the Theban prisoners go without ransom, and if they weren't ransomed they were sold off as slaves.

The most considerable change Phillip imposed was forced on all the Greeks. Placing each territory into one group, and calling them the Corinthian League. Phillip through pressure was immediately confirmed as hegemon. The first meeting of the Corinthian League was strictly used to show Phillip's power and influence.

Back in Macedonia, Phillip's personal life was more than rocky, it was non-existent. Philip and Olympias had grown so far apart, that they would go months without saying a word to each other. When they did speak it would eventually turn into a full blown war of words. Phillip wouldn't even waste his time trying to get his pleasures with his wife, spending his intimate time with concubines and random women. Time with Alexander was also rarely personal for the two, when they were together it was all about war and the military. The two obviously shared mutual respect, but Phillip didn't know how to express himself to his son. Alexander on the other hand, had a growing bitterness toward his father for the way he treated his mother.

Things changed forever one evening when Phillip and Attalus were out just taking a walk. When Cleopatra, the young niece to Attalus ran to gather her uncle for supper. Phillip would later say, "the sun had just set, and then it was as if it rose again just to display her beauty." Phillip began to spend every second with Cleopatra, when he wasn't handling his growing empire, Phillip was with Cleopatra. Phillip was invigorated by the young girls appetite for life. She made him feel young himself. Talking with his friend Demaratus, Phillip explained his feelings, "I've had women Demaratus, I've married beautiful women, but I have never been in love with any woman. I love Cleopatra, Demaratus, and she will be my wife." Months had passed since Phillips first meeting with the corinthian League, and before he could marry Cleopatra he saw it fit to meet once again to speak about his newest intentions. Phillip began the process of getting the ceremony together. When he returned home he could marry the woman he loved.

Phillip returned to the Greek state Corinth, requesting the presence of representatives from all the conquered Greek states. Under the pressure of the Macedonian garrison troops, Philip secured peace with the Greeks. Eventually, telling the league of his intentions to invade Persia. Invading Persia would be a crowning achievement for Phillip, and cement his role as a world leader.

"I shall lead you into prosperity. I shall take back what is rightfully yours and liberate the states enslaved by the Persians. There is no one but I by which you will be successful in such a war. Our forces combined shall roll through the Persian army," Phillip told the officials.

# Death and Birth of a King

Upon Phillips return to Macedonia, Cleopatra had become fearful for her life. In the time in which Phillip was away Olympias grew jealous and began threatening the young future queen's life.

"You dare threaten me," Phillip ran into Olympias's room screaming!

Alexander was meeting with his mother and was taken back by his father's mood.

"What is this father," Alexander called out to his father?

"Go away Alexander, this doesn't concern you," he replied.

Alexander didn't say another word, he just went around the corner in order to find out what was happening.

"When you threaten the future queen, you threaten me! And, I will not be threatened by anyone," Phillip yelled!

"I am your queen," Olympias cried out! "I am your queen!" she said again.

"You are nothing to me right now, but understand my words... if you ever go near Cleopatra again you will be without your life," he said to her in a serious tone.

Phillip stormed out of the room, immediately upon his exit Phillip was surprised to see Alexander standing outside the room. The two just stared at one another for a moment not saying a word. Alexander had a disgruntled look on his face, Phillip had no words so he just continued away. Walking back into the room Olympias saw the uncertainty on Alexander's face and simply stated, "he is your father."

Alexander comforted by the words went over to console his mother. Only Olympias's words could not comfort the contempt growing inside her son. Contempt birthed by the degrading way in which he continued to treat his mother. For Alexander, his emotions began to boil over within himself. But, oppressing his emotions became more burdensome everyday. Alexander grew disturbed by what seemed to be inevitably, the marriage of Phillip to Cleopatra. Cleopatra was only a year or two his senior. This would throw everything into disarray, everything his father had fought for, so strongly. Marrying Cleopatra would diminish Olympias's role, potentially destroying her title as queen. This marriage also had the potential to hurt Alexander's right to be the future king of his father's empire. He had other siblings, but none were a threat. If Cleopatra gave birth to a son, he may in turn challenge Alexander's right to succession.

Phillip was blinded by love. There would be nothing he would allow to stand before himself and Cleopatra's wedding. Not thinking of the consequences, Phillip grew nervous, he'd never married out of love but to expand his power and influence. Still, the festivities went on as planned, Alexander even came so as not to anger his father. Annoyed and frustrated, Alexander sat with Hephaestion but did not say a word.

"Alexander, you need to shake these emotions. They shall not lead to anything good," Hephaestion told Alexander.

Alexander was cold, his heart was that of a stone and his mind boiling. With all his focus in his mind and nothing on his tongue, he just stared blankly into the air. Alexander stayed that way until his father broke the trance.

"Come, I need, well, I want you to come sit at the table next to me," Phillip drunkenly told Alexander, lurching back and forward.

Alexander went along behind his father, becoming more attentive to what was happening at the wedding. The celebration had died down, it was time for Phillip's soldiers, friends, and family to begin to show their love for their king with a toast. First to stand was none other than Demaratus, Phillip's greatest companion.

"Our king, my friend, loved by his people and inspired by the gods. He is our king, and my best most personal friend," Demaratus stated.

As soon as Demaratus began to go back to take his seat, Attalus jumped from his chair. Attalus was obviously drunk, with a glass in his hand, he raised it in the air towards Phillip and yelled out, "sire, you have taken a young, fertile, and pure Macedonian for your wife. I know Cleopatra will be able to give birth to a legitimate heir to the throne."

Alexander could not believe his ears, he and all but a few in the crowd were outraged. Alexander already furious had reached his boiling point, getting up violently from his chair he yelled toward Attalus, "what of I," Alexander said walking toward the captain.

"Alexander return to your chair," Phillip shouted, "he is clearly drunk."

"What about me, am I now a bastard," Alexander yelled out while throwing his goblet, still full towards Attalus.

As Alexander got closer he pulled his sword.

Fearful for his life Attalus pulled his sword as well. Alexander had no real intention of killing or attacking Attalus, but as soon as he was in a swords length, Attalus made a move towards Alexander. Alexander moved out of the way of the sword and kicked Attalus to the floor, knocking his sword away.

"You drunk," Alexander yelled out!

"Had you had your wit with you, your life would surely be gone," Alexander said to Attalus, with his sword at his neck.

Furious by Alexander's irreverence, Phillip began toward his son with his sword drawn. Before he could reach Alexander, he tripped and fell just a few steps from Alexander. Alexander hearing the noise made from his father, turned toward his father face down on the floor, "look, this is the man who shall lead you from Europe into Asia! And, he cannot cross from one table to another," Alexander yelled out to everyone present. Alexander then left the ceremony and went right for his mother.

"Gather your things, everything you need, we are leaving," Alexander told Olympias.

"What has happened," Olympias asked?

"My father has turned his back to me, so my back shall be to him as well," Alexander told her.

"Where are we to go, Alexander?"

"You shall go home, I'll accompany you there. You'll be safe there," Alexander told his mother.

"And of you," she asked him?

"I shall find a footing in Epirus, where as to deal with my father," he said in outrage.

Epirus was a state located just southwest of Macedonia. Alexander knew that he could easily garner support in the land. As keeping with his word Alexander wasted no time escorting his mother to her home in Illyria. Upon leaving, Alexander was out by a number of his men who had gained a sense of loyalty toward the young prince.

"This is where you should be, stay with your king," Alexander told the men as they left Pella.

Phillip upon finding out that Alexander had departed the land grew frustrated, and was worried about where his sons allegiance lied. Months passed and news arrived of Alexander accumulating support in Epirus. Phillip could do nothing, neither make his intended move into Persia, out of fear of an attack from Alexander. He couldn't make a move toward Alexander and Epirus either, out of fear the Greek states would attack. Confused, Phillip sought the counsel of Demaratus.

"Do you know why I have called for you Demaratus," Philllip asked?

"Is it not obvious," asked Demaratus?

"What am I to do? I have no answer," Phillip responded.

"One thing about you Phillip, your people, your troops... They love you, right?"

"Yes, and I love my troops as well," Phillip responded.

"Well, how could you care so much for his troops abroad and so little for your family at home," Demaratus asked?

"Yes, yes, your a great counselor Demaratus, you've never been more right, than you are right now," Phillip responded.

Phillip immediately sent men to Epirus for his son, who Phillip knew would not return without Olympias. After Phillip sent the runner to Alexander, his audience had been requested by Pausanias.

"Aw, Puasanias, the captain," Phillip began.

Pausanias had an issue with Attalus. Supposedly, after the altercation at the wedding banquet, Attalus, furious and still drunk raped the wife of Pausanias. Not actually there, Pausanias's wife told him of the incident the day after the wedding. The king though, did not take well to the accusation.

"How dare you, you coward," Phillip began to say?

"But, sire," Pausanias said afraid.

"Quiet, you will not speak over me," Phillip yelled!

His anger from his current situation with Alexander spilled over into his conversation with Pausanias.

"Yes, sire," Pausanias answered confused.

"No longer, you shall no longer command any branch of my men, but instead be with them," Phillip told him.

"But sire, I worked hard for my title, you cannot," he began to answer.

"I have! You are now no more than any of my men. Now begone," Phillip said. As Pausanias left, Phillip whispered to himself, "you coward."

Phillip left the room leaving Pausinias in a daze. Pausanias stood for a moment speechless. After Pausanias fully understood what had just happened, he began to grow furious. As he left, Pausanias began to mull over what had just happened. Although, Pausinias was mad at Phillip he began to grow angry at his wife for telling him about what happened. Pausanias went so far as to confront his wife.

"Why did you tell me about this? He called me a coward, do you understand, you've ruined my life," Pausanias said to his wife.

"I did not ask you to go to the king, Pausanias, you did that on your own," his wife told him.

"What did you expect me to do, you are my wife?"

"I expected you to confront the man who did it, because I am your wife," she yelled at Pausanias.

"Attalus is a general, he did not become a general being a poor swordsman. It would be mad to confront him," Pausanias told his wife.

"Alexander protects his mother from a drunkard. I am your wife, isn't that what you said Pausanias? Maybe the king was right, perhaps you are a coward," she told Pausanias while walking out of his sight.

Pausanias had been called a coward twice, by the king he loved and served, and by his wife whom he loved. Pausanias just began to think to himself, "what do I have to live for?" With that thought in his mind, Pausanias saw fit to confront Attalus. If he was killed, at least it would be in battle. As night came, Pausanias sat outside the king's fences waiting for Attalus to start on his way home. Pausanias knew that Phillip called daily meetings with his generals. When Attalus finally did come out and began on his way home, Pausanias followed. Along the way, Pausanias became fearful for his life, he knew there was no chance of him defeating Attalus.

When Attalus was far enough from his home, Pausanias saw an opportunity to make a move. Pausanias looked around to make sure there was no one in sight. Once it was confirmed they were alone, Pausanias pulled out his dagger and stabbed Attals in his back saying, "this is for my wife." Attalus fell to the ground and rolled over to his back, to see who'd stabbed him.

"Pausanias, you coward," Attalus blurted out bleeding out his mouth.

"You raped my wife, but you call me a coward," Pausanias retorted.

"Raped, what I did with your wife was not rape," Attalus replied.

"You're lying, you raped her," Pausanias yelled at the dying Attalus.

Pausanias was confused, but didn't want to hear anything else Attalus had to say. Attalus, bleeding profusely continued on, "we made love Pausanias, she loved it." Pausanias couldn't handle it anymore so he went up to the bloody Attalus and finished the deed by cutting his neck. Pausanias knew in his heart that Attalus hadn't lied, his wife was leading him through lies and deceit. Upon entering his home, Pausanias's wife was asleep. Seeing her there lying at peace made Pausanias enraged. Drawing his sword, Pausanias went up to his wife and decapitated her while she lay dormant.

Two days passed and there was no sign of Attalus. Alexander returned the same day, but there were no hugs between himself and his father. Alexander would only speak with his father when the matter pertained to war. Before the men could meet a man came to speak with the king.

"Sire, this man has come to you with news," one of Phillips servants told him.

"You may speak," Phillip told the man.

"Sire, my name is Ophalus," he told the king.

"Your general, sire, Attalus," Ophalus began.

"Have you seen him, where is he?" Phillip said, while standing up from his chair.

"Sire, he is dead, murdered sire. I found his body outside of my sister's home. I knew it was none other than the great general Attalus," Ophalus answered.

Phillip, shocked, sat back down in his chair, "do you know who would do such a thing?"

"No, sire," Ophalus answered.

"Ophalus, you've done justice to your king with this information. You will be justly rewarded, you may go."

"Than you, sire," Ophalus retorted.

The king was shocked, he knew not what to say, nor what to do with his plans to invade Persia on the horizon. How could Phillip go on with his plans? The king also thought of who could have killed such a great warrior such as Attalus. Phillip never even gave thought to Pausanias, there was no way Pausanias "the coward," could defeat his great general. The king also knew Attalus was deserving of a lavish funeral, and also knew that his new wife Cleopatra would not have it any other way. Attalus raised Cleopatra from birth. Her mother died giving birth, and her father was killed in battle. She only had one parent and it was Attalus.

Cleopatra was also close to the birth of a child. She'd unknowingly been pregnant even before her marriage with Phillip. With Alexander home, Phillip saw an opportunity to take to Persia. But, Attalus's death proved a huge problem with Cleopatra. Cleopatra wanted her uncle to be honored, and would hear nothing else from Phillip.

"You've known my uncle, he has served and loved you more than any of your generals. You should want to honor such a man," Cleopatra told Phillip.

Phillip's mind was made for him when Cleopatra gave birth to a young son. Phillip felt a need to stay and do what was needed, but also knew he needed to begin with his plans. Deciding to send Parmenion along with Antigonus ahead to open the pathways for the entire forces. Before leaving Parmenion saw fit to have words with Attalus's murderer Pausanias.

"May I have a word with you Pausanias?" Parmenion asked the young captain.

"Of course sir," Pausanias answered.

"I have knowledge of Attalus's murderers. When coming to visit my friend at home just some days ago I noticed a young noble standing above him. I realized there was no chance of saving him, but I can save my position," Parmenion told him.

"Who did you see Parmenion," Pausanias asked?

"I will just tell you that whenever you kill a man of Attalus's status, do the deed quickly and then be away," Parmenion told the frightened captain.

"Have you come for my life, or shall you turn me into the king to give rise to your nobility," Pausanias asked him?

"Neither Pausanias," Parmenion told him.

"What do you mean," Pausanias asked?

"I have knowledge that makes you a corpse one way or another. Unless you do a deed for me," Parmenion told him.

"And you shall spare my life and my name?" Pausanias asked hopeful.

"Yes!" Parmenion told him.

"What is the act you wish from me?"

"I know how the king has treated you over the years. It is time to take your revenge," Parmenion told him.

"You speak of an impossibility Parmenion. I will not," Pausanias told Parmenion.

"You are dead now, I, in my hands have your only opportunity at life," Parmenion responded.

"I cannot, he is the king," Pausanias said trying to steady the conversation.

"You can and you must, Pausanias," Parmenion stated firmly.

Pausanias stood silent for what seemed like minutes, before finally agreeing to the unheard of act. But, Pausanias was curious of why a high general such as Parmenioin would want such an act committed.

"Why, why do you want this," Pausanias asked?

"Before Phillip became king, I was at the height of my life. The only man I answered to was his brother Phillip was imprisoned and I was in line to become king, but then he came back. I welcomed him and for a time everything was ok. Then he gave my power to Antigonus. He did not have that right," Parmenion told Pausanias.

"So now you want him dead to be king yourself," Pausanias asked awkwardly?

"No, I will follow Alexander. But, I am not a young man anymore, and the only one I should answer to is the king," Parmenion continued.

Shortly after Parmenion and Pausanias were finished talking, Parmenion and Antigonus set off into Persia.

With the wedding of Cleopatra and Phillip, the feel of a conflict began to roam throughout the kingdom. Surprisingly, Alexander was not jealous, nor scared at the birth of his brother Caranus. Alexander was prepared to be nothing less than the king. Olympias on the other hand, thought the birth was a direct challenge to Alexander's right to be king.

"Mother stay calm, he is my brother not my enemy," Alexander told his mother.

"He is not your brother, and," Olympias began to say before Alexander interrupted her.

"Stop!" Alexander yelled. "Stop now," he said softer, 'he is my brother and you have to understand that."

After Alexander had finished, he just left the room. He didn't want to hear no more of what Olympias was saying.

Two days passed since Parmenion and Antigonus set off, and Phillip saw no reason to Postpone Attalus's funeral. The funeral was set to take place outside his court, around his palace at dusk. For Cleopatra, Phillip decided to enter the funeral without bodyguards or anyone around him. Phillip would walk down an aisle in between two rows of onlookers, who'd come to pay their respects for the fallen general.

Some of Phillips men didn't want him to go along with this idea, fearing that another assassin might be waiting in the wings. This was precisely why Phillip wanted to cause such a display. Phillip wanted anyone with eyes to see, to see that he was not threatened by the assasination of Attalus. Phillip didn't know who would be so bold to kill one of his generals, but they would not overshadow or obscure what the king had done or planned to accomplish.

Meanwhile, Pausanias knew that the only way to kill the king would be at the funeral of Attalus. Pausanias, because of his rank, he knew what Phillip was planning. It wasn't perfect, but there would never be another such opportunity. Pausanias would do the deed by stabbing the king, he would then try to get away by foot. He put a horse near his home, if he could make it there he could have a chance at safety.

With the funeral on it's way Pausanias began to think if he should go along with this assasination. He thought to himself, "if I was to just leave everyone would forget me. I would be free of any guilt." As Pausanias continued thinking he realized that there was nothing left for him, if he could not be a soldier. With his wife's betrayal, Pausanias's life was in disarray. At least if he went through with his plans, he would be rid of a man who'd made his life hell.

As dusk fell on Pella, the funeral service was in place and ready to begin. Phillip emerged suddenly to the crowd, standing in one spot so the crowd could feel his presence. Phillip then began his way toward the body of Attalus, which had been placed in a lavish casket. No sooner than Phillip had taken four steps, the king felt a tug at his back. Pausanias had grabbed the hair of Phillip and pulled him backwards, leaving Phillip grasping for stability. Pausanias with the hair of the king in his left hand, pulled his dagger with his right, and put it through the breast of Phillip into his heart. The moment felt as if it had taken eternity, but the process took no more than ten seconds. The on-lookers, including Alexander were shocked by what they'd seen, but Pausanias did not sit to wait for the crowds reaction.

Pausanias on foot began his flight away from the crowd. Seeing the assassin run away broke the trance on the crowd, and a few men began after him. Of the men, there was Phillip's personal bodyguards, friends of Alexander, and Alexander himself. While running, Alexander heard Cleopatra yelling in the background, "Phillip, noooo," she screamed! The young queen screamed out once and then again, awful moans. Hearing Cleopatra's incessant cry's made Alexander hesitate for a moment before continuing after the assassin.

Pausanias began running through a vineyard, with large distance in between himself and the pursuers. But, while running through the vineyard Pausanias tripped and broke his ankle. Pausanias immediately raised up and tried his hardest to flee and elude his pursuers. All of Pausanias's actions were to no avail, Pausanias was immediately advanced on and killed on the spot. Alexander arrived late, looked at the face down corpse of the assassin, and told his men, "turn him over, I need to see his face." the men did as Alexander said, seeing the man was none other than Pausanias, Alexander spoke up as if he was talking to the corpse, "you coward," Alexander said enraged! At that point, Alexander just turned and walked away. Alexander knew that there was absolutely no way that Pausanias worked alone. But who was his co-conspirator?

Once Alexander returned to the funeral, the people had placed the king's body on a table. Alexander went up to his father and kissed him on the head. Alexander then spoke to the crowd.

"My father, our king," Alexander took a deep breath, "he is dead."

"He cannot be dead, he cannot," Cleopatra yelled out crying uncontrollably.

Alexander just looked toward the young queen for a brief moment. Alexander then closed his eyes, turned and walked away. Alexander walking away yelled, "if you loved my father, and you fought with my father, then come with me." Throughout the whole process, Alexander stood firm, not shedding one tear. Once Alexander and the men were alone, and before Alexander could say a word, every man with him began to kneel showing their loyalty to Alexander.

"Well, you've shown me your trust in me. But as for the Greeks, they must know me," Alexander told his men.

"They shall kneel as well, king," Seleceus spoke up, calling Alexander king for the first time.

"Alexander, what of your army? They should know that you are now their leader and king," Hephaestion, Alexander's best friend spoke up.

"Yes," Alexander said immediately. "Gather all the men tonight, they must know that my father has been killed."

Every man was sent for until every man was accounted for. Once the men were in, they were then put in their ranks. Seleceus then told the commander of each rank the news. The commanders in turn stood before their soldiers and retorted the news to the men word for word. The news that King Phillip was assassinated, and Alexander had ascended to the throne becoming King Alexander III.

# Onward March

Time had passed since Macedonians said goodbye to their king, Phillip. Alexander felt no pressure taking over where his father left off. The Greeks on the other hand, felt like the pressure was being taken off their shoulders. They celebrated in the streets in Athens, and danced in front of garrisons in Thrace. Relief was the feeling in Greece, relief of what they felt was tyranny. Alexander did not want to annul the relief, but instead, he wanted to fulfill the relief.

Phillip hated the Greeks, infuriated by the Athens and Thracians, Phillip was an authoritarian. Alexander would view with a more compassionate front. Although, Alexander front would be sincere, and not just to get the Greeks behind him. Alexander could do nothing from Macedonia, he would have to call the Corinthian League together. When Alexander heard that Darius III had ascended to the throne, he knew he couldn't waste another moment.

Alexander left with a large army so to leave no doubt in the Greeks minds that Macedon was still alive. Without much time to look for a regent, Alexander sent for Antipater of Phokis. Phillip spoke highly of Anitpater. Antipater became a captain and Alexander needed a competent leader, Antipater was the man. Alexander would leave the kingdom in the hands of Olympias, his mother. Alexander felt he could trust his mother to do as he would. Antipater would be there to do as Olympias ordered.

With the large Macedonian army, Alexander marched through the Greek states almost unimpeded. Alexander put down two small rebellions in Thebes before finally getting to Corinth. Alexander laid the course down for all present, telling representatives from throughout the Greek territories his plan.

"You followed my father because there was no leader that could take you successfully into Persia. You should follow me for those same reasons. You loved my father because you feared him. You shall love me because you will love me. You must allow me to lead you, and I will lead you on a crusade through the world. There will not be a territory you will go that shall not be a part of my kingdom. Follow me into Persia, and then I will bring you the world," Alexander spoke to all the representatives of the Greek territories.

Alexander spent some time in Corinth with the representatives of each Greek state. They were mostly kings and princes. Alexander had been brown nosed the whole time, lied to in order to win his favor. Alexander saw through the deceitful one, knowing the ones for whom he would have to be weary. Alexander knew that he was in charge, and no man or army could stand in front of him.

When Alexander returned home to Macedonia, he returned home to anarchy. Alexander spoke to Antipater and was given news that shocked the twenty year old king to his core. While Alexander was away, Olympias eliminated any threat that she felt was in front of her son. Olympias killed Amyntas, the son of Phillip's brother and former King Perdiccas III. Amyntas was the rightful heir to the throne but knew that he would never be king. Olympias would not take the chance of a future conflict with Amyntas as a figurehead to oppose her son. Olympias also killed the son and widow of Phillip, Cleopatra and Caranus. Even though Cleopatra already gave her loyalty to Alexander. Alexander, shocked by the news, knew he had to admonish his mother.

Alexander returned home and burst into his mother's room, but at the site of his mother his heart softens and the young king grew nervous. Alexander could not bring himself to yell at his mother. With all of Alexander's strength he could only speak in a whisper loud enough for his mother to hear.

"How could you, mother," Alexander then paused for a moment, "how mother, why?"

"You come to your mother with questions you know the answers to already. I will answer knowing that. They were a threat to your rule, they had to die, Alexander. You are off at war and those who are left behind in the city can easily incite rebellion... all they need is a name, someone to claim power for them," Olympias told Alexander.

"Were you with Pausanias, I must know," Alexander said pivoting the conversation.

"No, I was not, but Alexander, you are king now," she replied.

"Yes," Alexander yelled out! " I am king and you had no authority to do what you did," he went on.

"Alexander," Olympias tried to cry out!?

"No," Alexander spoke out before his mother could continue, "you will listen and not say another word! I may be your son, but I am also your king. If you were any other, I would have put you to the sword," Alexander told his mother.

"Yes sire," Olympias spoke.

"You have killed my cousin, the wife of my father, and my brother. Caranus was just a child, he was innocent, you killed innocence. Never will you be trusted with my power but you are my mother and that is why you are still alive," Alexander told Olympias.

"Yes, sire," Olympias replied.

Alexander just turned and walked away from Olympias, he was confused of his feelings for Olympias. He felt that she had no remorse for her actions, even after speaking with her. Olympias was his mother, that is all Alexander knew.

Antigonus and Parmenion knew of Phillip's death and Alexander's ascension to the throne. Parmenion of course was not at all surprised, but satisfied. Alexander gave him back control from Ptolemy, and in turn his honor. Antigonus and Alexander were at times at odds with one another, so Parmenion resuming his role in the Macedonian forces was almost inevitable.

Parmenion and Antigonus had come so far when Phillip died that Alexander didn't want them to turn around. Parmenion and Antigonus were off the coast of the Hellespont. When they crossed, they knew that they would be met by a large Persian force. Alexander, on the other hand would have to show even more force in subduing foolish neighbors, insurgence, and putting away any true challengers to his throne.

Alexander went to the Danube river to handle certain Tribalians in Thrace who were rebelling against his rule. In the battle of the Lyginos, Alexander easily crushed the Triballions. Next, Alexander easily crushed the Danube and established the northern frontier. Alexander then went to attack Illyria to deal with a small insurgence, who were once loyal to him while he defected from his father. Alexander then returned to Pella, but not before dispersing Antipater to Thebes to put down a revolt. On his return home, Alexander was informed of the position of antigonus and Parmenion, by Ptolemy. Alexander told the generals to cross the Hellespont and meet the Persian forces.

Upon hearing the news from Alexander, the two generals began to cross from Thrace into the Hellespont. There was a large Persian force that waited for the two generals. The Persian army was led by Me'Mnom, a masterful commander and the head of the Persian forces under the king. The two forces struggled for days but from the beginning until the end, the Persian controlled the battle. Ptolemy was anxious and obviously being out maneuvered by Me'Mnom. Parmenion seeing the young generals fear took over the command at the majority of his soldiers request. It was too late, the battle had been taken. Parmenion decided to salvage his men's lives and fall back.

Alexander hearing the news of the defeat, and the soldiers mutiny against Ptolemy was disappointed. Still, Alexander decided that this was the time to begin the war for Persia. Alexander called up every soldier he could and went to meet with his generals, Antigonus, Ptolemy, and Parmenion. Alexander left Antipater in command of his kingdom, under the direct command not to listen to Olympias. Alexander took with him all of his commanders and generals. Alexander also took men of all different crafts, including engineers and artisans. Alexander with him had combined forces from Macedonia, Thrace, Athens, and Thebes. Alexander would not only conquer the lands he crossed, but he would leave his mark on them.

When Alexander finally met up with his generals, he scolded Ptolemy for not being able to stop the troops from a mutiny.

"I don't know what my father thought of you, but I've seen your incompetence for the last time. I tried to hold firm to my father's beliefs, but Parmenion will continue to lead under me. You shall now answer to Parmenion," Alexander yelled at the young general.

Ptolemy steely eyed gazed down toward the ground but nodded in agreement to the young king.

After putting everything in order, Alexander and his army crossed the Hellespont into Asia. Alexander's presence was felt by the Persian army, who would be waiting near the banks of Granicus. He moved through Troy and met the Persians. Again, the Persians were at the command of Me'Mnom. Once in sight, Alexander wasted no time. He immediately began up the muddy banks and at the Persians. He was sparkling in his armor, and the Persians made him out easily. He was not afraid, he knew the Persians would see him and jump at the chance to kill the king.

Once the majority of Alexander's army crossed the Granicus river, Alexander yelled out to all the men who could hear, "push at them men!" With the force of the Macedonian army, Me'Mnom could not stand and fight any longer, and was forced to retreat.

When Alexander took Granicus, nearby cities began to send word of their surrender. But, two cities stayed stubborn, Alexander was forced to take them by force. Milete went without much of a battle, but Halicarnassus stood strong. Rallied by Me'Mnom and some Persian forces. Alexander would eventually take Halicarnassus but not without a fight. Halicarnassus was a Persian stronghold and great victory for Alexander. Each province captured by Alexander was placed under a Macedonian governor. Alexander also killed the satraps and authorities, who'd abused their powers.

The problem that arose after the siege of Halicarnassus was with none other than Antigonus. In the battle, Antigonus had been cut across his right eye, leaving him permanently blind in that eye. Alexander seeing what happened to Antigonus had no choice but to lower his role. It was a tough decision because Antigonus fought valiantly in the battles leading up to this incident. Antigonus still felt he was capable of commanding, but Alexander gave the young general an ultimatum.

"You fought well, Antigonus, I cannot deny that truth," Alexander told Antigonus.

"Thank you, sire," Antigonus replied.

"Though, I will not allow myself to let you lead men with your deformaty. Therefore, I shall give you the choice of becoming a Satrap of the city Phrygia, or remain in my army, but as a mere soldier. I leave the choice to you, you will not displease me no matter your choice," Alexander said.

Eventually, Antigonus decided to stay in Phrygia. He knew that if he went on as just a soldier, he could be dead within days. If Antigonus took the Satrap position, he could hold on to his nobility, and wield some power. Antigonus left for the city, immediately.

For Alexander, the next step was Caria. Caria was a city in disarray, the Persians who'd deserted the city had abused their power. Once Alexander walked into the land, the people begged the king to reinstate their true leader. The Persians disposed of their Queen Ada, and they wanted Alexander's help. Wanting to keep the peace, Alexander decided to have his personal secretary Eumenes send for the deposed ruler.

"Have you come to give me back my country?" the queen asked Alexander.

"Your kingdom," Alexander retorted. "Did you say your kingdom?"

"This was my kingdom before the Persians came," Queen Ada told Alexander!

"I have called you here so that you can pacify the emotions of these people. They're your people and they love you, they shall answer you and you to me,"

Alexander responded.

"If I don't coincide," Queen Ada responded?

"You will not," Alexander told the queen.

"I don't fear you, nor your reprisals. What makes you so certain I will do as you say?" the queen responded.

"Because, your peoples unyielding attachment to you, make it obvious that your adoration for them is equal, if not stronger," she replied.

Alexander knew the queen could not run away from the love she'd developed for her people. These people kept her safe from the Persians, and stayed loyal the whole time. It was now time for her to show her loyalty to her people, and maintain their best interest. For Alexander, this was a great success, he'd appeased the people of Caria. Not only did Alexander peacefully restore the queen, but he'd come out as a hero to the people.

Alexander won the hearts of the people of Caria, but needed to bolster his troops morale. Alexander encouraged his men to marry, and saw it only right that he reward their compliance. Alexander decided that he would grant leave to every newly wedded soldier. All of Alexander's soldiers were not willing to fall in line with the young king.

"Sire, there is a problem with one of your commanders," Eumenes, Alexander's personal secretary, told the king.

"What is the problem, Eumenes?" the king responded.

"Croasis of Lyncestis is stirring trouble amongst his men," Eumenes told him.

"Are you sure?" Alexander asked.

"Yes, sire. It is about your policy on marriage."

Alexander confronted the leader in front of the troops he commanded.

"Is there anyone here who questions their king," Alexander yelled to the soldiers.

"No, sire," all the men answered.

Croasis of Lyncestis stayed silent, while not even looking at the king.

"It is irreverent, when a king must ask for an answer from his commander," Alexander told Croasis.

Croasis still stood silent. Croasis kept his back to Alexander, showing absolutely no respect. Seeing this, Alexander drew his sword, "You shall turn and answer to your king."

"Have you come to put me in my place," Croasis spoke up, "is that what you've come here for, sire?" Croasis retorted, mocking the king.

"Your place will be beneath my sword, if you do not hold your tongue," Alexander answered.

"I am not a fool, and I cannot take on your entire army," Croasis responded.

"I'm one man. Let me show you why I have an army," Alexander respoonded.

Croasis pulled his sword as Alexander began to advance on the older commander. Croasis was twelve years Alexander's senior, but stood no chance against the young leader. Alexander was mentally and physically stronger than Croasis, and he knew his strength was pivotal. In no time at all, Alexander had his sword to Croasis's neck, but decided to spare the commander's life. Alexander arrested Croasis and sent him back to Macedonia.

"Aw, Hephaestion, do you think my men are losing their faith in me?" Alexander asked?

"Alexander, you are their lord, they cannot lose faith in you," Hephaestion answered.

"I am no one's lord, Hephaestion," Alexander stated firmly.

"You fool yourself, Alexander, you know very well who you are," Hephaestion warned.

"Yes, I do, and I am no one's lord," Alexander said.

Alexander, next heard of a group of tribesmen, who's resolve was so strong that the Persians could not subdue them. But, Alexander had no time to spend warring with tribes. There was word that Darius, the Persian king had left Babylon with his army.

"Sire, there is news that Me'Mnom has died," Eumenes told Alexander.

Alexander could not believe his ears, the most capable of all of Darius's generals, was dead. Alexander decided that this was the time to attack Darius. Before Alexander would do anything, he needed to put in place a core group of leaders. He tested Parmenion, Seleceus, and Ptolemy. There was none closer to him than Hephaestion. With the death of Attalus, and with the loss of Antigonus, Alexander was in need of aid. He, along with his generals and Hephaestion, began to decide on who to promote. He needed men whose courage and leadership he could trust, before he went up against the forces of Darius.

"Are you sure of this Ptolemy, Parmenion?" Alexander asked.

"Sire, he is the man you need. He is a great warrior and a wonderful mind. Sire, you do not want to lack Ptolemy in war," Parmenion answered.

Alexander was suspicious after the trials of Ptolemy and the mutiny of his soldiers.

"You, Seleceus, who is in your mind," Alexander asked?

"Craterus, his service speaks for him," Seleceus replied.

Under Alexander Seleceus unit had become engulfed by the larger army and he'd been risen in rank.

"Craterus is a great soldier, sire. Time and again, he is first to pull his sword against the enemy," Parmenion inputted.

"I know Craterus. He stood in my thoughts as well," Alexander retorted, "Hephaestion, you are silent, is there no one who you covet?"

"Yes, there is one. His name is Cassander, sire he is the son of Antipater and diservant of one of these positions," Hephaestion answered.

Alexander hearing the generals, he knew to be capable and worthy, talk about these men as they did made his mind up for him. In some ways Alexander's generals merely confirmed what he'd already thought, as in the case of Craterus. He called all his commanders together and called out their names. "Craterus son of Menidus and Cassander son of Antipater come here to me," He told the men. Once the men came and stood next to their king, Alexander yelled to the other commanders, "these men are now generals, you shall follow them. And they shall answer to me alone." the men managed to hold in their emotions, but inside the men were ecstatic.

Alexander, with everything in order to set off to meet the Persian king Darius. To impress the tribes, in which the Persians couldn't subdue, he marched through their land in the Anatolian highlands. Alexander displayed his entire forces to the tribesmen, while riding the beautiful Bucephalus to war.

"Look at their eyes Hephaestion. They are lost," Alexander said astonished by the tribesmen's glances.

"They have never seen such splendor," Hephaestion answered.

The men continued on past the river Cydnus, but Alexander began to look ill. Still, Alexander continued on into Cilitia. Passing the Cilician gates, he knew they would have to stop for him to recover, while in Tarsus, Cilitia.

"Hephaestion something has befallen me, we can not go to war now. My men will need me at full strength," Alexander said.

"Yes, sire, but you will be ok. The gods will not let their son fall," Hephaestion said again.

Alexander gazed at Hephaestion wondering why he continuously tried to deify him, "send for a physician, Hephaestion, or I may not be here to see if the gods allow their son to fall."

"Yes, sire," he called out.

Getting a physician was not an easy duty in itself. None of them wanted to lose their life, because they failed to heal the king. One man stood forward, Phillip the Acarnanian, who decided he would try to save Alexander, even if it meant the loss of his own life. Meanwhile, Darius waited in northern Syria, for Alexander to make his move.

"These cowards have come all this way, and now they seem to quiver in fear, king," Yaric, a persian noble and general said to Darius.

"Do not fool yourself, Yaric. These men will come and you should want to be ready," Darius responded.

Yaric nodded in agreement with Darius, but the general still thought the Macedonians were cowering in fear.

While the Persian army waited, Alexander's condition began to worsen. Phillip the Arcanian began to create a remedy for Alexander's illness. The wartime environment made Alexander weary of the Arcanian, and what would be his potion. He knew that Darius was crafty, and could bribe any man to poison him. When the Arcanian came into the king's camp, Alexander planned to intimidate the physician.

"Have you come to poison me, sir?" Alexander asked as if he were sure.

"No, sire, to aid," the Arcanian answered.

"When you poison me, do you realize you are poisoning the troops, and my land?" Alexander went on.

"Sire, I am with you. I wish to help our cause," Phillip the Arcanian went on.

"There are men outside that shall not allow you to leave me, until I am well or dead. Is the money he's given you worth your life?" Alexander continued in his line of questioning.

"Sire, I swear, I am with you," Phillip stated again.

Alexander knew the man's words were true. Alexander took the physicians remedy with a smile on his face.

"Go," Alexander said silently.

"Sire," the Arcanian stated unsure of the king's words.

"Go," Alexander said louder, "Parmenion, come here!"

"Where, sire. I wish to be at your side when you get well," the physician continued.

"You are sincere, Arcanian. But, my life is not guaranteed so if I am to be no more, the fault, I shall not allow it to be yours," Alexander told the Arcanian.

"Parmenion," Alexander yelled out again!?

"yes, sire," Parmenion responded running into the tent.

"Parmenion, provide for this man a horse and supplies. For the Arcanian is to no longer be with us," Alexander told the general.

Phillip was in a state of shock, not knowing what to make of the situation. It could be a trick, but the choice was out of his hands.

"Sire, are you sure," Parmenion asked?

"As sure as I am your king. Now do as I say," Alexander responded.

"Yes, sire," Parmenion answered, turning to ready the Arcanians things.

"Thank you, sire," the Arcanian answered.

"If I am to die at the cause of your medicine, it will be your burden to live and die with. You should want to live and die well," Alexander told the Arcanian.

"Yes, sire," the Arcanian said. While walking away the Arcanian turned.

"There shall be no burden, sire" the Arcanian answered.

Parmenion did not understand why Alexander would allow the Arcanian to just leave. Once the Arcanian was off, Parmenion came to Alexander with his worries.

"Sire, I do not wish to question your decision, but what if it is poison," Parmenion asked?

"Then I shall die, but if not, I shall live," Alexander responded.

"But, sire," Parmenion began to say.

"Parmenion, if I must die than die I shall. I am leading an army through Persia! Death is always on the table," Alexander tried to explain.

"If harm comes to you, sire," Parmenion began again.

"What will you do Parmenion?" Alexander asked his general intently, "what, will, you do?"

"The Arcanian would be no more," Parmenion answered.

"Understood. Here me now, if I die and you kill the Arcanian, then you should take your sword to me now," Alexander told the general. "The Arcanian's blood is now mine, so do as you will."

Parmenion could not match Alexander's strong words and passion. "You are my king, I shall be obedient," Parmenion answered before leaving.

After a short time, Alexander's health began to grow steadily. Eventually, the king's confidence and morale was also returned. Once Alexander felt physically inept to go ahead with his plans, he called his generals together.

"War, my friends. It is time for war."

# Babylon

Weeks passed since the Persians arrived to meet Alexander. Darius knew that Alexander was in Cilitia, and could not understand why he did not move. With the aid of his generals, Darius began to believe that Alexander feared the Persians.

"King, these cowards clearly shall not move, they've never seen such a force as yours," Yaric stated.

"Perhaps you are right, Yaric," Darius answered.

"Yes, king, they shall do nothing more than turn and return home," Yaric stated.

"The only home for such gutlessness is in the grave. They'll retreat, but into our swords, if they choose to flee," Darius told Yaric.

"What shall we do, king," Yaric asked?

"We shall go around them, and they shall fall on our swords, into their graves," Darius told his general.

Darius turned toward the town of Issus, and as he did, Alexander began on his way into northern Syria to meet the Persians. Alexander marched into Syria, unwittingly passing the Persians on his way. Parmenion had been sent ahead by Alexander, and informed the king of where the Persians were headed.

"They've turnt, sire," Parmenion told the king, "they've moved behind."

Alexander hearing the news immediately turned back, headed for Issus. Alexander wouldn't run from these Persians in any way. Alexander met Darius, and Darius as accustomed to him, rode out to meet Alexander. Alexander knew what the king wanted, but did not oblige. Alexander instead, rode out half-way toward Darius and yelled to the king, "we've come for war, not words!" with Alexander's statement the battle commenced.

The Persian forces, although larger, could not penetrate Alexander's stubborn force. The two great beasts went back and forth for hours. Alexander himself began to look everywhere, his eyes surveying for Darius. The rest of the cavalry was heavily in battle, with dead bodies resting throughout the field. "Darius!" Alexander yelled for the king, as loud as his voice would allow. Alexander knew that Darius's men could hear his screams. "Where are you!" Alexander yelled again while fighting. At once, Alexander's eyes saw the Persian ruler surrounded by men on his chariot. Alexander bolted toward the king recklessly, grabbing the attention of Seleceus. "Come with me!" Alexander told his general.

The two men, with troops behind them began to lead a charge against Darius himself. They met the king's men, and immediately Alexander was wounded on his thigh. Men on both sides began to fall. Darius's horse was terrified by the excitement and escaped knocking Darius out of his chariot. Immediately, Darius was put into a second chariot, and fearful for his life, the commander gave the order to retreat. Alexander was weak from his wound, and could not give chase after Darius. Seeing their king fleeing, the Persians lost all confidence in their chances of victory.

"Our king flees," one soldier yelled!

With Darius on the run, Alexander's troops began to rout the Persian forces. The Persians followed their king in full retreat. Darius, in retreat left not only his troops, but also his family. Alexander took the whole royal family as captives, deciding to spare their lives. In total, Alexander took Darius's mother, wife, two daughters, and a young son. Alexander after the fighting was done, looked at the land, as it was covered with bodies.

"Do you see the bodies, Hephaestion?" Alexander asked while looking at the horror in front of him. "Who shall grieve for them? Who shall grieve for the souls who are being introduced to a new world?"

"You are with the gods, Alexander, surely you know the answer to your own question," Hephaestion answered, as the two men stood alone.

"I am no god, Hephaestion," Alexander again refused Hephaestioin's deification.

"Surely you can not be serious," Hephaestion stated.

"Is it not blood that spews from my leg. It is of the same blood that paints this land red. So then Hephaestion, if you believe me to be a god as you say, then those who lie dead must be as well," Alexander responded.

Before Hephaestion could say another word, Alexander embraced his friend. Whispering in his ear, "let my words stick to your heart, but do not allow them to leave your tongue. I have entrusted to you my kingdom, you must tell no one."

Afterwards, Alexander went to meet with the royal Persian family. Alexander was first confronted by Parmenion.

"Sire, it is my thought that you should be away with these people, they will only cast burdens on your plans," Parmenion told Alexander.

Alexander walked past Parmenion, saying," that is your thought, so let it stay with you."

Alexander greeted the royal family with respect, but the wife of Darius chose not to go along with him.

"You must think we are fools. I will not allow you to use us in your games," Astosa the wife of Darius spoke out.

"There is no game at play I assure you. I have no spite for you, nor Darius. You are merely in my way, while I am on my way," Alexander told them.

"You should fear my husband, he is your ruler as well," the wife of Darius spoke.

"My ruler? Madam, no man rules me. And as for the fear you speak, there is not a man with me who fears anyone but me," Alexander responded.

At that point, Alexander eyes were taken by the daughter of Darius, her name was Statira.

"What then shall you do?" the young Statira asked? "How will we be treated?"

"For you, nothing has changed. You are now what you have always been, and shall be treated as so," Alexander told her.

Alexander after speaking with and reassuring the royal family, decided that he would move Parmenion into Damascus. Opportunity lay in Damascus, not only were these riches, but there were great riches. Ptolemy and Parmenion met little resistance moving into Damascus, and were surprised to have come into more than they expected. The loot was plenty, but Ptolemy came across the widow of the fallen general, Me'Mnom. Barsine had escaped after Me'Mnom died, but was now in the hands of Parmenion. With the way Alexander decided to handle the royal family, Parmenion and Ptolemy thought it best not to slay the dead generals widow.

Meeting with Alexander, the young king was struck by the woman's amazing beauty. She left Alexander speechless so Alexander motioned for them to go away. Alexander then left his camp and ran as fast as he could to where Hephaestion slept.

"Wake up, Hephaestion," Alexander said shaking Hephaestion at the same time.

"What do you need? I am with my dreams," Hephaestion answered half sleep, trying to shrug Alexander off.

"I need your advice," he told Hephaestion.

"What," Hephaestion finally woke? "What do you need, Alexander?"

"Women, Hephaestion," he smiled.

"What of them."

"I have seen two women, one recently. Their beauty is as if they were not of this world. What should I do?" Alexander asked yearning for Hephaestion to clear his mind of conflict.

"Choose, Alexander, you're king, take both if you choose?"

Alexander for the time being chose Barsine. Deciding to meet with the widow alone. Taking Hephaestion's advice was nothing new, and Alexander's mother Olympias could feel his son slipping away even from Macedonia. Once Olympias decided to take up her hostilities with Hephaestion in a letter. After reading the letter, Hephaestion was furious and sent a short, strong response, "stop quarelling with me, not that in any case I should care. You know I love Alexander more than anyone."

Alexander met with Barsine, immediately, insuring her that there was nothing to fear. Alexander spoke to the woman, pulling every word from his heart. Barsine was in marvel of Alexander, and the king was just as taken by her. Alexander's fascination with Barsine was cut short when he got news that Idarnes, a rebel and ex-Persian commander recaptured Milete. Alexander, forced to abandon Barsine, left Issus to meet his generals in Damascus.

When Alexander rode into the city, Parmenion greeted him with good and bad news. The good news was that Balacrus, the Satrap of Milete took the city back. The bad news, the city Tyre closed their gates not allowing Alexander's troops into the city. His original thought was that they would welcome them peacefully. Alexander immediately called for a full scale siege of the city. While his army began the siege, Alexander hurried back to Issus to be with Barsine. When Alexander got to Issus, he was shocked to see that Barsine had come down with a harsh fever, and was near death. Alexander hurried to the side of the ill Barsine, "you cannot leave me," Alexander said weeping.

"You are one with the gods, free me of my ills. I shall love you forever," the scared Barsine cried out.

"I have no such power," Alexander answered.

"No man does, Alexander," Barsine responded.

Barsine knew Alexander could do nothing for her situation. She was at the doorstep of death and was not appealing to him, but to her fears. Barsine was not much younger than Alexander, but her maturity was strong. Yet, so were her fears. Appealing to Alexander, was just a way for her to recognize her fears, so she could destroy them.

Alexander, to his people was a flawless god, but he was truly a flawed man. Alexander's emotions were Capricious, at one moment he could stand strong, and at another be as a boy. Alexander was broken when Barsine fell ill with her sickness. But, as she slipped away into the darkness, and had taken her last breath Alexander stood firm. He lost many tears while Barsine was sick, but shed not one after she'd died. Alexander sat next to the woman, holding the hand of the lifeless corpse.

"Sire, she is dead," the physician told Alexander.

"I know, sir," Alexander answered smiling at the man, "believe me sir, I know."

"Why do you grasp her, as if you wait for her to arise from the heavens," the physician asked?

"I've controlled men, armies, land, and I can't bring myself to let go of her hand."

Barsine's eyes stood wide, Alexander turned to look at her, and at once dropped her hand.

"How do you bring yourself to let go now, sire?" The physician asked.

"When I first saw her I looked into her eyes and saw her soul. I look now and see darkness. The light of her soul is away," Alexander said, immediately slapping a tear from his cheek.

"You may cry, sire. We all do at some time," the physician stated.

"I've cried, sir, I do not need to cry any more," Alexander told the man.

With the news of Barsine, Alexander returned to sit and wait for Tyre to fall. Alexander decided he would sit with his troops. The troops seeing their king come and sat with them and began to grow stiff. The men refusing to talk made Alexander speak up.

"I have only come to be with you, talk freely?"

"I take that as a question," one of the men stated.

They all remained silent.

"Am I not the same man who leads you into war," Alexander said taking a short breath, "I have bled with you, may I not simply speak with you as well."

One man then spoke up, "someone must have scratched your thigh during all the fighting," the soldier said.

Alexander, immediately laughed the comment off and responded in kind, "yes, but, it was a man who bled me, what women got to you, sir?"

The men began to ease, their limbs loosened, and their spirits began to show. Alexander began to just join in the men's dialogue.

"Sire, Arabia is near," one soldier began to say, before he was interrupted.

Parmenion had stumbled into the midst of the men's discussion in search of Alexander. "Arabia, are you a fool. There is nothing in Arabia, but desert sands, along with foolish men," Parmenion said.

"Desert sands, Parmenion," Alexander retorted?

"Yes, sire, but it is the fate of the gods and fools they will remain," Parmenion said.

"You speak of times to come, as if they were present before you. You may wish to call their lives that of fate, but fate turns Parmenion. And so shall theirs," Alexander said, "why have you come, Parmenion," Alexander then asked?

"I have news, I ask if we may speak alone," Parmenion stated.

Alexander wasted no time in responding. He could feel that Parmenions words

would be significant.

"The wife of Darius has died, Sire," Parmenion told Alexander.

"In childbirth?," Alexander responded.

"Yes, sire, in childbirth," he replied.

"What of the child, did he survive?"

"She did not survive, but for a day," Parmenion told Alexander.

"Darius has the right to know this news, send him news of his wife," Alexander to

Parmenion.

"No need, sire, he has sent a letter for you," Parmenion said.

Alexander did not expect to hear such news, and did not know how to respond.

"Where is the letter, do you have it with you?" Alexander asked nervously.

"Yes, sire," Parmenion told Alexander, handing him the letter.

Upon seeing the letter, Alexander searched for Darius's seal. Seeing the seal authenticated the letter, Alexander began to read the message. "Peace," Alexander said, while reading the letter.

"Sire," Parmenion said in response to Alexander?

"Call all of my generals from where they are, any region, any state, any province, we must convene," Alexander said?

It took weeks before all of the Macedonian generals were gathered in Damascus. Upon their arrival, Alexander wasted no time assembling the men. Alexander stood before the men and raised his left hand, which held the letter from Darius.

"All of the countries west of the Euphrates, this is what Darius offers. He will pay ransom for his prisoners, this is what Darius offers. And his daughters hand in marriage, that is what Darius offers. Now, what do you say?" Alexander shouted to his generals!

Most of the men grew nervous. They felt that the decision was for the king only. Hephaestion knew that Alexander's mind was already made, so he held his tongue as well. Alexander, knew that Parmenion had an opinion and was curious to what it would be.

"Parmenion, I'm curious, what do you say?" Alexander asked.

"Sire, my opinion you wish to hear?" Parmenion retorted.

"Yes, Parmenion, your opinion," Alexander answered.

"Well, if I were you sire, I would take what he offers," Parmenion answered.

The answer took everyone by surprise, including Alexander. Alexander thought

this meant Parmenion lacked decisiveness in his ability to go further into Persia.

"Yes, Parmenion, so would I, if I were Parmenion, I would agree gladly. But, I am not, I am Alexander king of Macedonia. I shall send him my answer," Alexander responded.

So, Alexander responded in a manner that left no doubt of his power or ability. The letter, first told Darius the news of his wife, then told him his answer.

Alexander of Macedon

Your wife Statira has passed from this life, while in childbirth. The child survived for a week then succumbed to the inevitability of death. For this, sir, I am sincerely sorry. To answer your letter I am enheartened to tell you that all of Asia is mine, including its people, its culture, and its treasures. Yet, you offer me money. Money that is already mine. As for your daughter, if I want to marry her and she me, I will do so, whether or not you approve. If there is something you want from me, sir, then you may come in person before me and ask. Otherwise, where you are, soon I shall also be.

Alexander of Macedon

Upon reading the letter, Darius grew frustrated with Alexander. "Who does this man think he is? Who does he think I am for that matter?" Darius yelled out, as he sat in front of his generals.

"Sire, he is a fool, but he will feel our force once again," Yaric, Darius's general answered.

Yaric, Darius's general answered.

"I have listened to you before, Yaric, and you showed me to be a fool. If you make a fool again, I will make you a corpse," Darius answered threatening his general.

Yaric nervously responded to his king, "sire, our forces are being formed now, you are their king, no other."

"At least, I know those words are true. I will return to my king, and Alexander shall flee for his life," Darius responded.

While Alexander waited for Tyre to fall, he slept. Night and day flew and Alexander slept. One night while sleeping, Alexander had a dream. Alexander was in the desert and there was no morning or night sky, just darkness. The men wore a garment of white that stretched the length of his body, and exposed nothing but his face.

"Who are you?" Alexander yelled to the man.

The man began to move his lips with no sound coming out. Yet, seconds after his lips stopped moving, the voice came again.

"I am not here and neither are you. You are asleep, and your mind receives you into what you see before you and here around you," the man said.

"Still, it deceives me for a reason. I trust my mind and thoughts, so why are you a part of the deception? Have you come to deceive me as well?" Alexander responded.

The voice came again, "when Tyre falls, scatter the people throughout the land. These people are not from this land, and therefore it is not theirs to claim"

"It is my land now, I shall do with it as I wish," Alexander answered.

"Your land is null," the voice shouted. "You are a tool, a great tool, yes, but still a tool and you will be used as such."

Threatened by the comments, Alexander tried to move toward the man. Alexander was locked in place and couldn't move a step.

"What sorcery is this?" Alexander yelled.

"You will scatter the people as I say. You will then come upon a city at the mouth of a great river. Name the city well, for it will become a great city that will feed people the world over," the voice told Alexander.

Once all was said, the man turned and began to walk away. Alexander wanting more answers, yelled to the man. "I have been called many things by many men. A god even, who am I, and what am I to believe," Alexander pleaded with the man?

"I shall never come to you again, but when you return there will be men. They'll tell you of a temple, an oasis called Siwa. Go to this place, it will answer any and every question you have."

"Reward those who do well, and punish the ones who defy the natural law of morality. Take that wherever ye may go, and you shall win the favor of any people," the voice exclaimed as the man slipped away into the darkness.

Hephaestion began to shake Alexander, "wake up, Alexander, wake up." he awoke in a sweat, and in terror at what just occurred. "What ills you Alexander, why do you sweat so profusely?," Hephaestion asked the confounded king. He did not answer Hephaestion, he just stared at him with his eyes wide open. "Alexander," Hephaeston yelled again?! Alexander shook the trance he was in, and cried out, "I could not move."

"What do you mean, you couldn't move?" Hephaestion asked.

"Nothing, it was just a dream," Alexander answered.

"We are through Tyre, Alexander. They wait for your orders now," Hephaestion told them.

Alexander said nothing, he just sent Hephaestion away with a nod of understanding. As he dressed he could think of nothing but the man in his dream. Who was he, where'd he come from, and most importantly why had he come? Although Alexander remembered every word the man said, he needed more. Ready to walk into Tyre, the city he had laid siege to for seven months, yet, he knew not what he would do.

Alexander walked past his men to cheers. The same men who'd just risked their lives to please the king. It was Alexander's choir to lead his men. A decision needed to be made.

"Sire," Parmenion stated. "The city is yours."

Hearing the words coming from Parmenion, Alexander knew at once his decision. Three men of the city sat on their knees, face down, the men dared not stare at the warrior king.

"We came to you in peace," Alexander yelled! "And you picked up your sword in battle. What men would do such a thing?"

"Fools, sire," Craterus, Alexander's general stated.

Alexander turned to look at Craterus, "yes, fools," he responded. "Criminal men, who are illegitimate to this land, and therefore have no right to inherit this land, no matter how subtle!"

"What shall we do, sire," Parmenion asked?

"Spread them to the wind, Parmenion. Send the children to Damascus. Do the same with any man here who is upright and moral. As for the others, let the larcenous repay their debt." Alexander said.

"And the others, sire? What should we do with their high-born leaders?" Paremnion retorted.

"These high-born, so called noble men have caused many men to fall to the sword. So their fate shall be no different."

"Sire," Parmenion stated curiously.

"Put them to the sword, Parmenion," Alexander said in a cold manner.

Parmenion did as he was told. He killed every man who was the author of his people. Men who forced obedience from his slaves. No matter if that obedience was in the cause of good or evil. As for the thievish men, Parmenion sent each man ,on Alexander's orders, forward into Egypt as a token of congeniality. The others were allowed to enter Damascus uninterrupted. Alexander, rewarded the good people with loot he'd gained after entering the city. Alexander, in doing so was abiding by the rules laid out by the man from his dream. "Reward those who do well, and punish the ones who defy the natural law of morality," those were his exact words. He also told Alexander to follow those words wherever he went. Alexander decided that would be his plight on his journey.

The man from Alexander's dream still lingered in his mind, day and night. Alexander sat with Hephaestion and explained to him the dream in its entirety.

"I've made as much sense of it as I can, Hephaestion I, I," Alexander stuttered. "I am afraid, Hephaestion, but I don't know what I fear," Alexander explained.

"I cannot tell you anything, Alexander, this dilemma, this burden. I can not help you with it," Hephaestion answered with pure certainty.

"Why, Hephaestion," Alexander pleaded? "I've never needed you more, help me," Alexander pleaded again!

"You're of a grave importance to this world, Alexander. Can't you see? Just by the dream alone, you must understand. You, Alexander, you're special, I have not the knowledge, nor the ability to give you any answer. I'm sorry Alexander, but you alone will shoulder this burden," Hephaestion explained.

Before Alexander could respond, Craterus, and Parmenion came with news. The men told Alexander that his army was at the feet of Gaza, and waited for his decision. He sent Parmenion ahead with orders to siege Gaza. He gathered his surrounding armies and left Damascus for Memphis, Egypt. He expected Parmenion to have taken Gaza by his arrival. He wanted to enter Egypt intensely, unsurpassed by any who'd come before him. While Alexander traveled to Egypt, he thought of what his mother Olympias told him, "you are great my son," she would say, "so do as the great do." When Alexander marched into Egypt, he wanted the people to see his authority and might.

Before Alexander marched into Memphis, Egypt to an expectant crowd, he wrote to his mother.

Alexander of Macedon

I have not asked you for much since I have become king. I could never forgive your choice to slay my brother and loyal friends. Yet, today I am at a crossroads, and have grabbed at your words for support. I walk into a land I've never seen before, tomorrow. I don't know how they shall react to me. It is my sincere hope that they do not look at me in a odious manner. But, to love me as if I were one of their own children. I write to you not for your opinion on the matter, but to tell you of my feats. I do not need, nor do I wish for you to reply to my letter. I write merely because you are my mother, and I shall always honor that tie which binds us.Your son!

Alexander of Macedon

The next day Alexander and his forces marched into Egypt to a great ovation and cheers. The people saw Alexander as a release from the iron clutches of the Persian Empire. Unlike Gaza and Tyre, Egyptians first saw Alexander evaporate the Tyre population, and then the king destroyed the people of Gaza in just two months. Alexander, because of Tyre and Gaza, thought the Egyptians would despise his rule. The people's reaction reassured Alexander's confidence.

Upon reading Alexander's letter, Olympias was sent spiralling in a whirlwind of tears. Olympias dropped the letter to the ground, then put her face in her hands and weeped. "Why," Olympias cried out, "what have I done," she cried. Olympias knew she'd made a grave mistake. She also knew that there was no going back and that Alexander would never pardon her for her doings.

Alexander was immediately crowned Pharaoh, in front of the onlookers. Alexander was led away by ten men whom he knew nothing of, and so refused to continue without his generals. With the men, was a beautiful exotic woman for whom Alexander was taken by. As the group continued to walk, Alexander addressed the woman, "what is your name," the girl looked toward Alexander, before turning her head to face the ground.

"She's of no importance to you," Suri, one of the men answered.

"I have asked you nothing," Alexander stated calmly.

"But if she will not answer, maybe you can tell me her name," Alexander retorted.

"My name is Esragatha, if you must know," the young woman answered.

"Well, Esragatha, I am sure that I will not be the first to tell you that you're beautiful," Alexander stated.

Alexander began to speak to the girl like that of the stars, "How the men must praise you."

The woman was left speechless. She never expected this foreign king to give her such wonderful treatment. Finally, the room came to a room with a priestly man robed in white.

"Who is this man?" Alexander asked.

"I am who you've come to see," the priest answered.

"I've come to see no men, nor a man. What makes you think any different," Alexander asked with a smile on his face?

"He is from the gods, he speaks with them, never to incur their wrath," Suri spoke up.

"Have you heard nothing of me," Alexander asked? "Have you just crowned me Pharaoh through fear alone?" Alexander continued. "I am king of all the lands you see. I assure you that I need no intermediator with any of your gods."

"This man is my father. You may not know what you are declining. Even great kings need great advisors," the young Esragatha answered.

"I can tell you what the Oracle of Siwa has subscribed for you," the priest answered.

The group of Egyptians, including the priest, were taken back by the suggestion.

"I do not need you to tell me what the Oracle has subscribed for me. I will go to the Oracle myself," Alexander answered.

The group of Egyptians, including the priest, were taken back by the suggestions.

"You could not," Suri answered, "it is a great desert between us. For those who've tried to defy the gods, they have all perished."

"He is not that of ordinary kings. It may be hidden from you, but he is more equal to the gods than to us. You must understand," Hephaestion exclaimed, looking directly at Alexander.

Alexander looked back toward Hephaestion. Hephaestion refused to believe Alexander was not a god. He thought Alexander just tested his loyalty. He didn't realize that his friend, and his king's words were sincere.

Alexander later met with Hephaestion in an attempt to persuade him once again.

"Hephaestion," Alexander called to his friend, " what you said to those Egyptians, do you still believe," Alexander began to say?

"Yes, Alexander, I do. You cannot make me believe otherwise," he replied to Alexander.

"I am not a god, Hephaestion. I've told you before, but I will never tell you again. I only concede because you are my friend, so believe as you choose. But, I am no god," Alexander answered.

Before going to the Oracle, Alexander went to the Nile. settled on the mouth of the Nile, he and his army slept for the night. That night he dreamt that at the mouth of the Nile a city rose from the dust. Homes grew from the ground and he commanded men and women to build this divine city. The next day he woke up enthusiastic and intent on ensuring as the leader, the land, to build the city that would bear his name. Immediately, Alexander began to explore the settlements and research the outlets of the Nile. Alexander knew this was the city from his dreams, and the city the man from his dreams spoke. Content, he personally began to aid his engineers, architects, and artisans to draw up plans to build what he would call "Alexandria."

Alexander left his city in the hands of a great architect, after all had been laid out for the king. Dinocrates would direct, and Cleomenes of Naucratis would aid in the process. Thousands of others would help build the great city on the Nile. Alexander then turned his attention to conquering the desert on his journey to Siwa Oracle.

This deviation from Alexander's route was unusual, for the king. Only once before when he went to the city of Troy. He went to Troy to see the land where the great Achilles once went to war. For Siwa, he itched for answers. He knew his ability, but why was he chosen? Was he a god? Alexander knew otherwise, but he needed to know why this was true, for himself. He also cried out for answers to his father's death. Phillip's killer was a fool, he couldn't have perpetrated the crimes on his own.

Alexander traveled alone with Hephaestion, and ten finely conditioned warriors. Upon the trip water began to become scarce, but every man braved the effects of the desert. This desert was no stranger to weakening the hearts of the strong. Whole armies perished in the desert before on their desirous trips to Siwa. This fate, Alexander knew would never fall upon himself.

Alexander rode up to the temple on Bucephalus and wasted no time to enter. He left all but Hephaestion outside. At first sight Alexander saw ten men standing around a raised pond of water inside the temple.

"We have waited for you, oh son of Amun," one of the priests spoke up.

"Who am I?" Alexander yelled to the priest.

"You are king of Macedonia and more... Alexander son Amun, believe me sire, we know who you are," the priests answered.

Surprised by the man, Alexander yelled back, "my father is Phiilliip of Macedon, no other."

"How ever you wish, sire. But you cannot deny your birthright," the priest explained.

"If you know who I am, then you know why I am here," Alexander stated.

"I will answer you now, yes you are... but, I shall call upon the gods tonight. I will convey their news to you in the morning," the priest stated.

"No! I shall not wait. Call upon them as you would, but you all shall leave and I shall wait alone. Who shall ever rise, shall rise to meet me," Alexander answered.

"Only I," one of the priests began to speak out.

"Only you what?," Alexander shouted! "Yes I am, was that not what you said? My question was am I a god, as you know? So if I'm," Alexander said pointing at himself... "what or who you say I am then all shall be well."

The priests grew nervous, but they knew it would be pointless to refute this king. The room stood silent and no one as much as whispered. Alexander finally broke the silence, "Hephaestion go outside, I'll join you in a moment. Whatever you must do, do it now, you have until sundown," Alexander explained before walking out.

Alexander returned alone, removing all of the priests, "don't return until you've spoken with me. I'll know everything I need to know by morning."

Dawn came, but there was no sign of Alexander. The day came and went, Hephaestion grew agitated by the continuation of Alexander's absence. The day passed, but there was still no sign of him. As the night fell, Alexander finally came out of the temple. A disturbed, almost incomprehensible look lay across his face. He wasted no time locating Bucephalus, as he began to walk toward his horse he yelled out toward the priest, "you can take back what is yours." Alexander just stared ahead before looking down at his friend, "all that I needed to know Hephaestion."

"Have you any doubts to your divinity now?" Hephaestion asked?

"No," Alexander exclaimed! "I have no more doubts."

Alexander gathered water from the priest and headed back to Memphis and his army. Before Alexander could return to Memphis he set camp for rest in a land at the mouth of the Nile. That night Alexander dreamt of a city being built underneath his feet. "Alexanderia," whispered as thousands of men built a great city in the desert. In the distance Alexander saw a port rested on the Nile River and knew where the city was, right underneath his feet. Immediately, Alexander awoke and ran to wake Hephaestion, "Hephaestion, wake up you must see this, "Alexander exclaimed pulling his friend into the moonlight.

"What do you want, it's cold and I'm tired," Hephaestion answered shivering.

"Look Hephaestion," Alexander said.

"At what, what am I looking at," Hephaestion asked?

"Alexandria," Alexander answered pouring his hands in the air as if to display something majestic.

"It's a desert Alexander, simply sand and a river," he went on.

"Yes, but where does the river lead," Alexander asked wide eyed?

"To the sea," Hephaestion answered.

"Can you not see it!," Alexander shouted, "Imagine," he shouted again pointing toward his head!

"That is why you are king," Hephaestion answered still cold. "Now may I return to my dreams," Hephaestion answered with a little laughter flowing through his voice.

"Go," Alexander stated firmly, frustrated by Hephaestion lack of Imaginativeness.

Alexander stood for hours creating every scenario, building every building in his mind. He finally went back to sleep, but no doubt lingered in his head. This was the place the man spoke of in his dream, the place he saw being built directly underneath his feet, this he knew was Alexandria.

The next morning Alexander and the men returned to Memphis. Immediately, he consulted with his engineers and architects about the city he'd founded. Not wanting to stay too long in Memphis, he stood firm that the new city would be grand. He sent ten architects and engineers to Alexandria with a hundred men for protection. Alexander and the rest of his men returned to Tyre on his way to the Persian capital of Babylon. Alexander would obviously be met by Darius, but where or when was of no matter to Alexander. Wherever they met, Darius would surrender or there would be war.

Before Alexander could leave Tyre, a letter was sent to him from Darius. It was another peace offer from Darius. He knew this just by looking at the letter. He gave the letter back to the runner telling him simply, "no, tell him to surrender in person or prepare to fight." Alexander decided to remain in Tyre, he didn't want to meet Darius in or near Babylon. He wanted to see the great city for the first time unscaved. When Darius received his letter returned and opened, he would definitely come out to meet Alexander. So he decided to wait.

A month passed before Alexander decided to leave Tyre. Alexander wanted to allow time enough for Darius to receive the letter, make a decision, collect his army then begin his march. Alexander, as well began his march. Alexander had used the month before to rest his troops and strategize with his generals. Before meeting the Persian forces Alexander and his army were surprised by what neither of them had seen before. The sun was being obscured by what looked to be a black mass of some kind. As the men looked on a soldier yelled out, "what is this?" no one answered until Alexander spoke, "It is as though the sun were setting in a pool of mud." nothing more was said, the men just continued to look on in awe.

Alexander and his army moved on, some of the men took the event as a sign of victory and some as a sign of defeat. All would be answered, after passing through the city of Arbella, Alexander spotted Darius's army was large, the largest he'd ever seen. But, as if nothing changed Alexander simply yelled out, "set up camp. And if you wish to see, there," Alexander yelled pointing toward the Persian force, "lies your enemy."

As the evening drew to an end, Alexander decided to meet with his generals.

"How many," Alexander asked?

"What do you want to hear," Parmenion asked?

"Why not begin with the truth," Alexander stated.

"A million may be the truth, but I would say hundreds of thousands would be more accurate," Ptolemy inputted.

"Are you serious," Craterus asked?

"I think Craterus is just surprised by the large number of men, I mean I too am a little taken back," Seleceus answered.

"Yes," Ptolemy stated, "you've said exactly what I was thinking Seleceus."

"You all sound afraid," Parmenion yelled out.

"No one is afraid of Parmenion," Alexander responded sarcastically.

"Alexander," Hephaestion stated.

"You want to know my thoughts," Alexander stated.

"Yes," Hephaestion answered while each man nodded in agreement.

"There will be a battle, and we will win. If you've believed in me as your leader believes now, because tomorrow we will beat Darius and continue on our way. But, if we are to die let us die as brave men die," Alexander explained.

"On the battlefield," an excited Ptolemy spoke.

There was no doubt in any of the seven men who stood together.

"Tell us your strategy, sire," Parmenion spoke breaking a long silence.

"Darius as before will stay in the middle of his army surrounded by his best men. It is for us to breakdown the Persians onto Darius. If he fears his life in danger he'll flee. When he runs, show as much mercy to his men as you can. They may be going to war with you in the future," Alexander told his generals.

They all nodded in agreement with what Alexander said.

"Now, go convey my words and orders to the men you plan to lead," Alexander spoke again.

The next morning Alexander found himself awake before sunrise. Alexander leapt upon the horse nearest to him. Normally, Alexander would've found Bucephalus, but as his horse aged it was important to save him for a battle. Alexander began to ride around in an attempt to prepare himself for what would be the largest enemy he'd seen. After an hour passed his generals and soldiers began to awaken . At this point the sun was up and Alexander was immediately noticed. Seeing their king show so much enthusiasm, the men began to grow enthusiastic themselves. Eventually, he dismounted the horse and was greeted by Parmenion and Ptolemy who had news. "Sire, we have a problem," Ptolemy said as Alexander touched the ground.

"What is it,' Alexander asked?

"It's the Greeks and Thessalians, they are worried about our chances."

"Why, didn't you tell them what I told you," Alexander asked?

"Yes, sire, but they worry about their possessions. They fear that if we lose they will lose all that they own," Parmenion spoke.

"Possessions, I do not understand. What of our men, the Macedonians, how are they?" Alexander asked?

"Well, and ready," Parmenion responded in confidence.

Alexander who'd been walking with Parmenion came to a sudden stop," do this Parmenion, put the Greeks and Thessalians with me. We'll separate our men between you and Seleceus."

"And if they refuse to ride?" Parmenion asked as Alexander began to walk away.

"They won't!" a frustrated Alexander shouted out as he walked away.

As the afternoon approached Alexander ordered everyman into his ranks. As he'd ordered the Greeks and Thessalians fell in line with him. Alexander stood before them atop Bucephalus, "it has come to my attention that you are unsure why we are here," Alexander shouted.

"We know why we are here, but if rumors are true there are a million men with Darius," one man stepped forward and said.

"So, you are afraid," Alexander retorted?

"No, we are not," the man answered forcefully. "We will fight, but if we lose what then will we have? All of our worldly possessions are here. What then would we take home to our wives, our children? How could we even return home?"

Alexander thought for a while as he stared at the one lone man standing and speaking out. "Does this man speak for you all?"

"Yes!," the men yelled back to Alexander.

"I lead you," Alexander yelled out catching the men by surprise. "Me! Do I not have more than you?" he yelled again pointing toward his chest! "But, you worry about possessions. What do you think they carry with them, huh, coal, wood? We will win, and what is theirs shall be added to what is ours. But, if we were to lose then you shouldn't be worried about your possessions, you should be worrying about dying like brave men. You talk about returning to your family. But, even if you returned with all your possessions, how could you return to them a coward. Further, does Darius not covet?!" Alexander yelled trying to appeal to the men. "I lead you, I promise victory, will you fight?"

Everyman unhesitantly roared in agreement with Alexander.

Hephaestion, who was close enough to hear Alexander speak, said to one of his commanders, "what man do you know who could speak like that?"

"No other, sir," the commander stated.

"He could raise the dead with his words alone," Hepaestion responded.

The End

