Chapter 2
"Really I am fine." Hephaistion said brushing aside the cover of his tent and throwing the stone on to the nearest surface and touching the freshly dressed bite mark on his neck.
Alexander followed him inside "I just didn't like the situation." he said shuddering with the memory.
After Hephaistion had almost choked on the odd stone and the chief saw him do it, the tribe had suddenly turned. They crowded around Hephaistion shoving Alexander and anyone else close to Hephaistion out of the way, they touched, and one of the women had struck from behind and bit him while a wispy old man waved something steamy in front of him while chanting.
This was the point that Alexander with a help from others had stepped in and to physically push and shove their way to Hephaistion who disappeared under the sea of bodies who came close.
When they had Hephaistion, they quickly made the exit and back to the safety of the camp.
"They let us go did they not?" Hephaistion said flopping down on to the nearest chair and leant back legs out stretched
"True, but not without a fight." Alexander said
"Almost." Corrected Hephaistion
Alexander opened his mouth but closed it again, maybe Hephaistion was right, and he looked fine except for the bit mark.
"Well if you are sure."
Hephaistion nodded his head "Yes I am sure."
As Alexander said goodnight to Hephaistion and took his leave his took one last looked at the stone, no good will come of this he thought.
Later that night something flittered in and out of the shadows of the Macedonian camp. The guards on duty didn't have time to scream as dart filled laced with poison were shot into their flesh.
Alexander awake to the sound of men shouting and the smell of burning.
He quickly got out of bed and picked up his sword. Outside his men were running around as tents burned and collapsed every so often he would catch a glimpse of the strange looking people from the jungle.
With out dressing he ran towards Hephaistion's tent but was knocked down and out by a piece of falling debris.
Hephaistion to awake to the sound of men shouting and burning, he to get up to see what was happening but he never made it out of his tent.
Something came crashing through the tent door Hephaistion reached for his sword but the jungle creature
Put a pipe to his mouth and below.
Hephaistion felt a small pinprick in the side of his neck; he had time to put out the small dart before collapsing to the floor.
Despite Hephaistion outweighing the jungle man he simply picked up the unconscious man and carried him into the jungle calling a retreat to the others.
Sometime later Alexander awoke with a start.
"Are you alright my lord?" asked someone who when his eyes had time to adjust he realized that it was Stefanos.
"Yes, I'm fine" he replied slowly sitting up he reached to touch the back of his head and his fingers came away a bit bloody he looked around to find the camp in ruins.
"What Happened?" he asked
"They came out of the jungle, killed the guards who were on the look out, nobody saw them coming." Stefanos replied
He held out his hand and helped Alexander stand and they moved through the debris. Nobody had been killed there were a lot of scratches, cut and bruises luckily it was the tent and the equipment that had taken the most of the attack. Alexander saw all of his companions Ptolemy, Nearchus, Perdiccas, and Cassander they were all here except one.
He let go of Stefanos and made his way over to Hephaistion tent, which had ended up like the rest.
"Hephaistion!" he called got no answer "Hephaistion"
"Alexander!"
He spun around thinking it was Hephaistion but his heart sunk when he saw it was Crateros.
"Where is he?" Alexander asked
" Gone sire, they've taken him."