Thermopylae Pass, 480 B.C.

Alexander was having the worst day of his life.

Wave after wave of Persians crashed into the Spartan phalanx, slaughtering themselves in droves. He loved and hated it: the sound of battle, the rush of the excitement of being in the middle of the fray, and the sound of people as they died. But then there was the regret. He was ending men's lives; men with wives and children and hopes for their future. However, if they dared threaten threaten his family, then they had to die. Sometimes they died honorably: silently and with true belief in their cause in their eyes. Most, however, just screamed in pain. For the past three days, a force of 7,000 Greek soldiers had held Thermopylae against the Persian Empire, though only a thousand remained, including all 300 of his fellow Spartans. The rest had fled, so that they could fight another day. Today, Alexander was placed in front, fighting next to bold Leonidas, king of Sparta himself. An immortal ran at him, screaming praise for his emperor. Easy prey. The soldier bounced off of his huge, bronze shield and tripped. Alexander moved quickly. The Persian attempted to stab the Spartan in the heart, but his homemade dagger bounced off of his armor. It was funny to Alexander to let them try, but then it was his turn. Using his shield as a club, Alexander smashed him to the ground and stabbed his spear through the man's neck, killing him instantly. A quick death. Lucky. Five more came at him, but they were no match. Alexander swung his spear in a deadly arc around him, slicing two Immortals in half. The third came at Alexander, but he casually stepped aside, tripping the dead man over his sandal. He was stabbed before he hit the ground. Number four was more hesitant than his fellow soldiers, but just as doomed. He swung at Alexander's head, but he ducked, and to give this fortunate man a dramatic, legendary death, he kicked him off the edge of the cliff while yelling, "SPARTA!" The fifth Persian turned and ran, and Alexander was about to mock his cowardice when 10,000 Persian Immortals smashed into the Greek's rear, breaking the Spartans' impenetrable phalanx. Alexander gripped his spear and groaned; today was going to suck.

The Persians surrounded the last two Spartans, shouting, "Victory!" Alexander gritted his teeth and yelled out in his best Persian,

"Hey! We're not quite dead yet!"

"Shut up! I'm trying to enjoy the last few minutes of my life here." Acacius stood with his spear broken at his feet with his sword drawn, and about 50 dead Persians before him.

"Come on, cowards! Fight us!" Shouted Alexander. With that, the Persians rushed the warriors. Alexander became the incarnation of Ares himself; never halting his eternal dance of death. He was not even thinking. He was watching himself slice, parry, stab, repeat. This went on until the sea of soldiers parted, making way for their general, an ornately dressed man who seemed to radiate power.

The General looked at the two rebels. In the name of order, he had to finish them, even though they had both fought bravely. If they didn't conquer Greece, Europe would be endangered by Chaos and the forces that stood for it. The Persian Empire was a bulwark against the daemons of the warp. How could nobody see that? With that thought in mind, he drew his sword and swung it at the Spartan's head. Though a skilled warrior, the Greek was exhausted, and couldn't move quickly enough to block. The General's blade connected with the boy's neck, slicing his head clean off.

Alexander watched in disbelief as his friend fell before The General. They had known each other since birth. They had trained together, played together and fought together. And now this man took that away. Alexander, tired as he was, lifted his spear and shield. This sucker was going to die.

When the Spartan charged The General, he was amused. No one could stand before his fighting skill and survive. This was going to be a quick fight.

6 hours later

The General parried another blow from the rebel's sword, barely. With each swing, he got closer and closer to wounding him. Who is this guy? He wondered. Once more, The General focused his mind. The power of the Warp flowed in his veins, and he released it, sending lightning from his mind towards his seemingly unbeatable foe. But he blocked it with his shield and kept advancing, with a cold rage over his face. His eyes burned bright blue, and The General thanked the gods that looks could not kill. Again he came, yelling in his barbaric tongue. He blocked the Greek's stab returning it with one of his own, but he rolled away and elbowed The General in chest. Pain exploded in the place where he was hit, but Alexander was not finished, following it up by a shield bash to the head. Luckily, The General blocked a majority of the force with a mind shield, but he still hit the ground. Hard.

Alexander stood over the general of the Persians. He was an honorable opponent, and his power suggested that he himself was a god. Imagine that! Alexander, last of the 300, god slayer. He liked the sound of it. They would tell his legend for generations to come.

"You killed my best friend. Now you must die." He raised his sword to kill the General, but an arrow struck him in the neck. It was impossible for him to breathe. Alexander was drowning in his own blood. He struggled against his fate, but eventually, everything went black.

The General stood up, though it was very difficult with a broken leg. That Spartan was the most skilled warrior I have ever seen! Thought the General. And his resistance to warp energy may suggest that he is resistant to the temptations of daemons! I may have use of him. The General once again focused himself. He had never brought someone back from the dead, and with his injuries, he himself would nearly be dead afterwards.

Alexander gasped for breath. He was alive! He tried to sit up, but a sudden headache pounded his brain, and he had to lie back down. At least, he thought, I can observe my surroundings. He was in a tent, a richly decorated one. By the looks of it, it was Persian. Before he could find his weaponry, however, the General walked in. Alexander tensed.

"Are you going to kill me like this?" Alexander asked.

"No, in fact, I have decided to let you live, for one reason."

"And what would that be?" Alexander's mind raced. Was he going to be a slave? A Persian soldier who would be sent to his death? Wait, but, first off, how in the name of Zeus was he still alive. It must be his powers. He thought. If that demigod can shoot lightning from his head, he would have the ability to bring me back from Hades.

"No, you are not going to be any of those.,". Replied the General. "No, your destiny is much more glorious."

Alexander sat up. This man can read minds!

"I'm listening."

"We humans are only one of the many races in the galaxy. Tell me, do you know what the galaxy is?"

Alexander knew this galaxy term only by a stroke of luck. A lost Athenian astronomer accidentally stumbled into Sparta a few years ago. Alexander listened to one of his lectures before the "womanly scholar" was laughed out of the city.

"Good! Well, there is another reality that exists that is called the Warp, and in the Warp daemons live, daemons who wish to corrupt humanity. Some people, like me, can use the warp to focus their mind to achieve godlike powers, and even immortality. It is our type's job to help humanity from falling into chaos. And quite honestly, I need your help. Your fighting skill is incredible and with it, you can fight daemons. Also, when I brought you back from the dead, some of my power, and part of my being, was transferred to you. So we technically are brothers! So, brother, do you wish to help me save humanity? Together we will be a bulwark against chaos, until one day we will purge the Warp for good! Do you accept?

Alexander's head was spinning. Daemons and other worlds and immortality and losing and gaining a brother, all in one day! He wanted to return home, to Sparta, to say goodbye to his parents. However, Alexander knew this would never happen. He would be considered a coward for fleeing from battle, and even if the Council did believe his story, he would be a freak and a witch. No, he had no choice. This was his destiny.

"I accept...brother," Alexander added hesitantly.

"Good! Exclaimed The General. Together we're gonna change everything!