Title: Artificial
Chapter Title: Memories of a King part I 4?
Author: Sandrei
Summary: Someone came to save Hephaistion from the poison that ended his life. Nothing that was written in history ever became the same when Xerxes Kronus Darius returned. Crossover with an AU Harry Potter
AN: I got guilty after posting the teaser so I wanted to just post the fourth chapter before going on a hiatus for four days but then the server was overloaded so it was of no use. I hope you will all like this chapter and thanks to those who reviewed.
My friend who is also an Alexander addict clarified that Bagoas the "Assassin" and Bagoas the "Lover" are two different people. Sorry for the mistake
AN2: This will be Alexander's POV. I thought that it is only fair since the other two main characters already had a chapter each. BTW...I just read "ALEXANDER THE AMUSED" and it was so freaking funny.
Disclaimer: Hephaistion, Alexander and all other characters that are familiar to you belongs to WB, Oliver Stone, history and a lot more people, Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, WB and a lot more people. Only Xerxes Kronus and other unfamiliar characters are mine. No illegal manufacturing or distribution is intended therefore no money is being made. This is just a product of a fifteen-year-old girl's imagination.
This is part I of Alexander's chapter...
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Previously...
With that he took a deep breath, kissed Hephaistion's hand and sliced the flesh near the man's beating pulse using the dagger in his hands.
Crimson stained the white sheets of the bed as Phai's blood continues to flow freely from the wound while Xerxes quietly looked on.
III Memories of a King part I
It seems only yesterday when I first held gazes with the eyes that stole the blue from the sky.
It was a fine morning for wrestling and our instructor was going on about the ways of war while I was tasked to fight against the new boy in class.
I overheard Cassander informing Nearchus earlier that he caught a glimpse of this new boy.
Cassander said he was pretty.
He lied.
He did not say that this boy was breathtakingly beautiful.
While we were fighting, I could not concentrate. The mere scent of him that smells like cinnamon mixed with apples makes me intoxicated. Before I knew it, he was twisting my arms and had me pinned down in the ground.
Our instructor congratulated him, Hephaistion Amynthor, for a job well done.
The prince and conqueror in me burned in anger. Gorgeous or not, who does this boy think he is? I am his prince. I attacked him. Our teacher held me firmly and told me that HE won fair and square. Hah! As if! Is intoxicating your hormonal boy of an opponent with your smell fair? I think not!
But before I could speak, he opened those cupid lips of his.
"Would you like me to let you win Alexander?"
I shook my head no and promised him that I would beat him next time. Fair and Square.
I never got to keep that promise.
Each and every time we wrestle, it is always he who wins. No matter how bulky I become, his lean frame always gets the best out of me.
As we grew older, my fascination for the beautiful face of his shifted to my fascination to his whole person. I found myself falling in love with my best friend.
I read to him the stories of my ancestor Achilles and to my delight, he finds pleasure in hearing my endless tales about the Greek hero. From that day on I decided that he is to be my very own Patroclus.
For many years everything went fine between us. When my father was killed, it was Phai who crowned me as King of Macedonia at age 20. When we conquered Asia, it was Phai who stood by my side.
It was our shared dream to build an empire that would connect all the people of the world.
It was that dream that allowed us to rule almost all of the known world.
It was that dream that brought us to Babylon.
But it was Babylon that broke us apart.
Part two shall be posted soon. It will deal with Alexander's memories from the time they stepped inside that garden in Babylon up to the moment before Xerxes arrived. It will not actually deal with Alexander's memories of battles or such, just memories regarding sweet and beautiful Blue Eyes.
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