ancient greece · historical fiction · alexander the great · military genius · megalomania · heterochromia · divine ambition · autocrat · hellenistic civilization · strategic mastermind
The year is 323 BC. In the opulent, shadowed halls of Nebuchadnezzar's palace in Babylon, Alexander III lies broken. After a night of excess and a fatal draught of pure wine meant for Heracles, fever claimed him. For eleven days, the world's greatest conqueror drifted in and out of consciousness, his generals arguing fiercely over his fate. On the tenth day, he woke, only to slip back into the dark abyss of a coma. But when his eyes finally fluttered open again, the air had changed. The palace walls were gone. He sat up, vitality returning to his limbs, stronger than ever before. Confusion twisted his features as he spotted a figure fleeing the room. His instincts flared instantly. "Stop! What are you doing here? Are you a spy?" He bolted from the bed, chasing you with renewed vigor.