TITLE: A Violet sealed "See you soon" letter.

PAIRING: Hephaestion and Alexander.

RATING: R

CATEGORY: AU.

DISCLAMER: I don't know the people involved, no harm intended, everything is product of my imagination, but I wouldn't mind sharing my life with the blue eyed god.

NO BETA so all mistakes are mine.

FEEDBACK: comments are love! Yes, please any kind of them will help me to improve my writing or leave it forever.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Tissues warning; angst and character's death.

This is the last letter of this series, thanks to all who had read or commented on any of the previous letters.

Everybody could see that the end of Alexander's life was near; the still young king was fighting one of his last battles and it seemed that he was losing it. His battered body, ravished by high fever and cramps, was giving his last blows but Alexander would not leave this world without fighting back.

What nobody had realized before was that his mind was still completely lucid; he only pretended to be gone so he could see and listen to all the things that were happening around him, while he was lying on his deathbed. The wise king saw his true and closest friends in real pain because there was nothing they could do; they had consulted the best doctors but most of them had agreed in the same thing: the king had lost his life wish, getting worse when he finally accepted that his Phai was not coming back to him. From that position, Alexander could also look at those who were already plotting against each other in their minds and ready to fight their former companions in order to get some power for themselves; that vision made him feel sick because it was disgusting seeing former friends fighting over a piece of land as if they were hungry wolves near little lambs.

He also felt sorry for his wife and their unborn child because he had never learnt to love her better and because he would not be able to look after the heir that he had been looking forward to having. He even felt sorry for the not so longer young eunuch, whose luck and beauty was running out of his hands like life was running out of Alexander's weaken body.

"I would really want to write a letter to my Phai, just to tell him that I will see him soon because I cannot tolerate this life anymore" Alexander thought while seeing the pandemonium surrounding him.

As the Olympians were on alert due to his imminent death, the secretary of the gods listened to his wish and feeling pity for the dying man, he grabbed a scroll and a magic stylus and went down to earth to grant the great king his last wish. He knew that no gods would deny this last wish.

He approached the dying king slowly because he didn't want to startle him; he caressed the feverish forehead, leaned over his former strong and broad frame, and carefully whispered in his ear who he was and what he was about to do for him. Alexander looked at the bright soul and smiled, nodding happily. He thought for a while and then he started whispering his words for his beloved Phai.

Ptolemy heard the low whispering coming from Alexander and approached his dear friend to ask if he was in need of something, but he sadly realized that the mind of the great tactician and ruler of the known world had left him again because he could only distinguish a lot of gibberish.

Alexander looked at his former General and he realized that he couldn't understand what he was saying. Desperately he looked at the gods' secretary and the gentle scribe calmed him saying that he was speaking a language that had not been created yet in order to preserve the privacy of his words. Alexander thanked him and turned his head towards Ptolemy and gifted him with a tiny smile.

The former blond General caressed Alexander's feverish cheek and leaned over to leave a tender kiss on the wrinkled forehead, trying not to release some of the tears that were at the brim of his eyes. When he stood up, he sent a prayer to the Olympians asking them for a prompt recovery of the king or for a quiet and painless departure from this world that wasn't the one Alexander wanted to live in anymore.

Alexander turned his attention back to his helper and continued dictating his letter. When it was finished, the secretary cleared his throat and with his deep voice he started to read in order to correct any mistakes or to add some extra lines.

My dear beloved Phai,

It's been near eight months since you left and everyday has been a torture for me. After so many years together it was really difficult to live without you by my side. I have been feeling so alone and desperate that many times I wished to be dead so we could be together. However, I remembered what you once told me about making the gods angry unnecessarily so I stopped wishing that.

It is difficult to sleep without you curled up in my arms; it is difficult to turn round to ask you something and discovered that you are no longer there; it is difficult to lie and pretend to be fine so everybody stopped asking me how I was feeling but indirectly asking me how I was doing without you.

These last days had been more difficult than the others, my body is refusing to heal as quick as it used to do it before and the medicines I am taking don't do their job so I am not getting better.

The rest of the companions are here, quarrelling and demanding an answer from me, they are eager to know who my successor would be and they are tearing apart our empire, the one we built together with so much effort and many sacrifices, stepping onto our dreams as if they were completely useless now because we are not there to continue them.

I need you so much, my beloved soul mate, but I promise that we will be together.

Will you come to fetch me? It would be my deepest dream come true, entering the Elysian Camps hand in hand with you.

See you soon, my love

Your Alexander.

When the reading was over and nothing was longer necessary, the secretary rolled the scroll and asked the royal blond what colour the seal was going to be that time. Alexander thought for a while and realized that it had been a long time since he had used that colour. He smiled at the scribe and whispered "violet", meaning hope, and the seal was stamped in the middle of it. The kind secretary brought the letter closer to the king's lips and he left his usual kiss on it. After that he asked the secretary if he could deliver his last letter personally. The scribe blushed deeply and, with his eyes wide open due to his surprise, told Alexander that it would be his honour to be the courier between the unforgettable Chiliarch and the Great Macedonian king.

A silvery light enveloped the secretary and a gust of fresh air filled the room and then, he suddenly disappeared.

Perdicas, who had replaced Ptolemy in his vigil by the king, saw Alexander smiled and his heart speeded up and he moved towards the dying man. He asked if he needed something and Alexander, looking at his clear eyes, said simply "Hephaestion".

The king smiled again because he listened to a familiar laughter and he realized that his last letter had just been delivered and read by his soul mate. When he saw the silver and warm light again and a pair of unmistakable cerulean eyes looking back at him; he knew that his Phai was coming for him.

Minutes later, the great king of the known world outstretched his hand into the air, holding his most precious ring, the one given by his Phai on his weeding night, and let it fall, not because it was no longer wanted but because he would get another thing more precious than that.

Breathing deeply once last time, Alexander abandoned the world that had seen him born thirty three years before to join his beloved Hephaestion in the afterlife and they would begin the life they both deserved, together, in love, as it always had been.

Finis.