Sound– 100 Words
Alexander and Hephaestion made their way along the hallways to the Princes' rooms. At 12 years, they were all legs and arms, but hints of what was they were to become were already evident to all that watched them.
Hephaestion listened intently to Alexander talk about their meeting with King Phillip and his advisors.
Reaching the rooms, Alexander paused and looked at his friend.
"Tell me what would do if you were King, my Alexander?" said Hephaestion.
Alexander knew at that moment that he had found the one to share his dreams, the voice of his heart.
Sound – 100 Words
The gardens were quiet, a breeze blowing gently through the blossoming flowers.
Alexander sat alone on a bench by the path, Hephaestion was gone now.
Alexander held a single petal and brought it up to his nose to smell it's perfumes.
He could close his eyes and still see his face, his smile, and his hair blowing in the wind.
If he tried very hard he could feel his arms around him and smell his body.
But he would give anything to just hear his voice once more.
Anything to hear Hephaestion call him my Alexander just once more time.
Sound – 100 Words
The room was a mass of sounds and emotions, all centered around Alexander.
Alexander himself could barely hear any of the crying and weeping. He was drifting between this room and a place beyond.
He heard his wife as she was led from the room and the voices of those who wanted to know who he picked to be the next King.
Then from a distance he heard a familiar soft voice. It came closer and grew louder, so he could make out the words.
A hand gently took his.
'It's time to go to our new home, my Alexander.'