Alexander took the news of Attalus death on a whim; he wasn't particularly worried that he was dead, that he died a brutal death. The sudden death of Eurydice, who if his father didn't beat him to it he would've been married too, didn't matter either. He always knew that his mother was a vengeful, spiteful woman. One thing that didn't sit well with him was the thought that the baby, whom would've been his half brother, was dead too.

Alexander's thoughts were plagued by the ideas that he was responsible for killing fathers and brothers and husbands, leaving a streets and streams of screaming mothers and wives and daughters all without their protector.

Alexander never saw his father as a protector but rather a possessive selfish man, much the same as the King he had become. He pondered his mothers note with tired eyes as it slipped from his hand. In the weeks of being in the Hindu Kusch surrounded by nothing but hollow laughter and applause, Alexander was feeling deceived, alone more than he had ever had felt before.

Hephaistion walked behind Alexander with the other men, not sure whether saying something to Alexander would awaken a desire to comfort him or to yell at him. He wanted Alexander to come to him, to tell him he was needed and loved. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months and still Alexander showed no sign to Hephaistion that he missed him, but inside Alexander yearned greatly and it would almost come to late for Hephaistion to see Alexander's love again.

Cleitus and Cassander had been sent to kill Parmenion on strict orders from Alexander, when in fact, Alexander didn't want him killed. He wanted Parmenion removed from power, away from the army. Of course, Cleitus knew Cassander would take a more drastic approach, drawing people away from Alexander's power was the whole idea, but as he knew that Alexander would fight to remain King, Cassander knew he'd have to remove Alexander from power first.

The journey through the Hindu Kusch couldn't have come at a worse time for Roxane. She was on her menstrual cycle, and when Alexander approached her tent one night for sex she couldn't give it to him, Alexander immediately started yelling at her for not producing the son he'd always desired, that she was going to cost him his Kingdom – not understanding that Roxane had spent many months ill, not to mention exhausted from the travel.

The only person who gave Alexander his sexual desire was Bagoas, Bagoas being from the deep wide mountains of the south, his gentle eyes and girlish hands caressed Alexander in the way, Alexander remembered, Hephaistion did. Alexander drew a breath against his young lover as Bagoas worked feverishly for his King to reach climax.

Alexander bit his shoulder through the tension, and has Bagoas winced Alexander stopped and pushed him away.

"I'm sorry, Bagoas" Alexander mumbled, he was intoxicated and smelled vile, like something rotten had crawled out from his mouth and dribbled over his body. Bagoas wiped his matted black hair from his eyes and nodded. He didn't say anything to Alexander, unlike Hephaistion; he just got up and left instead of trying to talk to him.

Naked and sweaty in the swirling red of the tent he was in, Alexander was sick of waiting. Alexander was sick of tents, sick of hatred, sick of killing. Just so tired of being the one in charge, the one responsible for all the men's miseries.

Every day Craterous would report that another young one had died. It was becoming much to frequent as lack of clean drinking water and edible, digestible food was perishing. Alexander didn't take notice of these things however, but through his double vision he wasn't seeing anything straight.

Ptolemy came to see Alexander one night as the reached the summit of the mountain. Cleitus and Cassander and both returned from 'taking care of' Parmenion, and the whole army was excited and restless. Alexander told them all about the single path that lead out to the Ocean, a direct route home to Babylon was only a few hundred miles away. Alexander had sent more men to see if they could track the path, as he rested, the others all celebrated outside. It was one of the last joyous occasions Alexander would spend as King.

"My King" Ptolemy came in resting a clear glass of water on Alexander's bedside table, glancing around at empty bottles of wine, astonished and concerned but none the less, Alexander deserved to drink, it had been a hard time for all of them.

"Pt-ol-em-yyy" Alexander slurred turning around, almost tripping over his coat as Ptolemy observed his awkward actions, crossing his arms over as his eyes drifted over his sunken eyes and unshaven face.

"Alex?" Ptolemy said with concern, as Alexander tripped over, laughing for the first time in a while at his clumsiness as Ptolemy knelt down to him. His once laughing smile was soon replaced with tears and despair as Ptolemy stuck out his hand to the young King.

"Come, Alexander" Ptolemy aided him to stand, pulling him closer for a tight embrace, as Alexander hugged him so tightly.

"It's okay" Ptolemy said comforting him as Alexander met his worried brow with sorrowful eyes,

"All alone…" Alexander told him, "All alone.. All done and alone" Alexander mumbled as Ptolemy shushed his worries with his finger tips.

"You know what we're going to do right now?" Ptolemy asked Alexander and Alexander shook his head.

"We're going to go to sleep" Ptolemy told him as Alexander nodded. "So come, come and rest" Ptolemy led Alexander to bed and just as Alexander hit the pillow, frantic screams came billowing out and around outside the tent.

Alexander's eyes immediately jerked open as he got up out of the bed he was dying to sleep in and scrambled his way to the flaps of the tent.

"Persicus" Alexander shouted out into the dark, "Is that you?"

"Yes, sire!" Persicus returned Alexander's question, coming closer to Alexander, as Alexander approached him.

"What is it?" Alexander asked; as Persicus moved forward, see the tears streaming down his face in the soft light of the fires,

"There's no path out of here!" he said it all at once as Alexander shook his head, Ptolemy came out to stand beside him, and the others all stopped.

"What? How do you know" Alexander cried at him, "There's got to be more than one way"

"Dead ends sire! All dead ends!" Persicus insisted as Alexander's face darkened, the crowed gathered around him in awe.

"Not possible… it was said… it was said" Alexander mumbled, he began shaking terribly, seemingly crumbling before the others, as Hephaistion instinctively came to his side.

"It is! There's no way out!" Persicus shouted still in shock and disbelief.

The noise that Alexander hated the most started to echo around him, started to sink in around him. They were talking about him again. They whispered failure, they whispered he didn't care that he was a monster.

Alexander overwhelmed by what he wasn't hearing ran from where they had all gathered, back to the safety of his tent. Back to where only he would follow. As he reached it he fell, and wouldn't wake up for some time.