And he died listening the sound of an applauses
My reader, you know that narrate the deeds of a person, isn't easy, never.
I could tell you of brave heroic feats of great emperors, defeated kingdoms, conquered and destroyed cities.
And at that time it was so.
He arrived from the north, from a land that was not Greek.
It was said that in his veins flowed the blood of Achilles.
I knew the truth, but compare him to the ancient hero, give me a sort of comfort.
Create such a reputation was not by all, something that leave you as a tense terror, to just appoint him.
Alexander wasn't a god. nor a hero.
He was a man.
Only Alexander.
The greatest, which succeeded in an crazy expedition.
Because my enemy was destroyed.
The Persian Empire was subject to his dominion.
And he was just a man.
Rapid and relentless.
He became the History.
Us, ancient kingdoms, city-states and great empires, of us remain only ruins of thousands years old now.
Tourists that photographing us as admissions of a decadent past.
Son that remind us languidly.
And men who are still sighed of admiration.
Although I am no longer exists, except in my name, I still remember him.
A boy, who became a man and dared to proclaim himself King of Kings.
He died with the echo of his deeds imprinted in the eyes.
Alessandro know that of you, the Eternity will always have memory.
Hi guys!
In this chapter the narrator is Ancient Greece, the mother of Heracles, who narrate a sort of tale about Alexander the Great, where the applause is the symbol of his victories, of his glory and his lust of power.
I tried to write about a man, great in his legendary feats, but still a man, not a mythical hero, just the impression of someone who did so much in one lifetime.
Sorry, but I love Epic
A warm greeting to all my readers, who have an infinite patience, a kiss and see you soon.
Sachi93.