Alexander didn’t consider that his father might need help. If he had done, his first thought would have been to go to him, but he didn’t. Instead, his first reaction was a white hot rage that someone had attacked his father from behind. He raced through the throng at a full run, his size allowing him to snake between friend and foe alike and he covered the short distance quickly. As he ran, he snatched a sword from the hand of a dead Samian, not thinking what a twelve year old boy would do with it.

The Samian was just pulling the javelin from Lysander when he saw Alexander streaking towards him. The initial shock turned to amusement as he saw a small red haired boy rushing towards him. He didn’t spot the sword in Alexander’s hand until it was too late and it was the last...

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