Alexander couldn’t move. He was stood in the middle of the battlefield with the battle raging on around him. He could hear the noise of the battle, the clash of sword on shield, the shouts of the hoplites and the screams of injured men. He breathed in and his nostrils filled with the smell of the battlefield. It was a foul smell of blood and shit, but it was familiar and he didn’t know why. Alexander turned to look around and spotted his father. Lysander just stood, looking at Alexander and smiling. He was bigger than everyone around him and the colours of his armour were brighter. Alexander noticed he wasn’t wearing the fearsome helmet that all the hoplites wore. That he normally wore. 

Alexander tried to go to his father, but he couldn’t make his legs move. He wanted to warn...

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