To My Reviewers: Thank you for your feedback. Here is another chapter which follows the advice of BelleChat.

Yes, I am dying, and I have nothing to leave behind, no heir. Surely the great Alexander could have conceived a world of children using any woman he chose. As for me...all of the women in the world, my wife, Roxane, my concubines...none could give me a son. What does that say about me? I am an impotent fool and I have nothing whatsoever to offer. My history will be taken and guarded and looked at as truth. But it would be a lie...every last word of it.

I feel the sickness taking hold, I feel the end drawing near. I hear Hades' chariot of death stampeding in my direction, and I am powerless to stop it.

I see my father above me now, that 'brave' king who went before me. I can almost hear him crying out my name, cursing the day I was ever born, saying I was a worthless and pathetic soul for not having the wherewithal to emerge from this horrific battle against my body in triumph. I can hear his thunderous voice as I recall every word he ever said to me. I would never be a king like he was. I was too much like my mother. Dionysus danced too freely in my soul to allow me to have the heart of Zeus. And nothing I could do could prove him wrong.

But the truth is...I did prove him wrong. Son of Zeus or no I conquered the eastern world and gave it to my people. I forged through battles and climbed high and treacherous mountains. I became everything my mother said I could and my father said I could not.

I have no real feeling left in my limbs anymore. But I can feel my arm begin to rise into the air toward that ever present image of my father. I can see the red gem of my ring glisten on my finger. And as a sharp and lasting bolt of pain strikes my heart, I can feel my throat tighten in a scream. I cannot hear if they are actual words I speak, but my soul cries out from the depths of my being, loud enough so the world can hear, "I AM ALEXANDER THE GREAT!"