Alexander’s Journey

By Eric H.

Call me Tyros. Let me tell you about my journey with Alexander in the years 336-323 B.C.E. But before I tell you the story, let me tell you who I am. I was one of Alexander’s advisors and this is how it all began.

We started in Macedonia and stopped in the town called Issus because we needed a rest. We came upon a fortune teller, just me and Alexander. The fortune teller started talking about Alexander’s father, but Alexander got angry because his father was dead. The fortune teller said she knew a way to bring him back to life. She told us we had to go to Western India to find a certain pot with an image of two men fighting. Then we would have to go back to the place where his father was buried in Macedonia and put the pot on his grave.

Alexander was excited and determined to find the pot. He told me he would do anything to get it, even conquer the entire Persian Empire.

We marched towards Palestine and then headed toward Egypt where Alexander established Alexandria. He still only wanted the pot, so then we marched to Babylon and other Persian cities where we conquered the entire empire. He was only in his twenties and that is how he got the nickname, “The Great.”

Next we went to India and Alexander was so determined to get the pot, he charged through an army riding on elephants. Finally, we got to India through 70 days of monsoon rains. In Western India, however, the soldiers refused to continue any further. By then we had marched 11,000 miles. Only Alexander and I knew about the pot. If we wanted to make it back to Macedonia alive, we needed at least half the army to come with us. So Alexander tried to shame the troops into continuing by telling them about how his father had saved them. He said:  “Philip found you a tribe of…. Vagabonds… he brought you down from the hills into the plains; he taught you to fight on equal terms with the enemy on your borders, and told you that your safety lay not, as once, in your mountain strongholds, but in your own valor. He made you city-dwellers; he brought you law; he civilized you.”

Even after all Alexander had said they still wanted to stay. So that meant that Alexander and I had to go find the pot by ourselves. After 28 days we finally found it in a very old hut. The man in the hut sold it to us for a very reasonable price. Two days after we found it we took off and headed for Macedonia. Unfortunately, before we could get there,  Alexander died of a high fever in Babylon.

No, I didn’t take the pot for myself; instead, I buried it because I thought it was cursed and that is the reason why Alexander died. I headed back to India and there I found a girl. We got married approximately two years and seventy days after the death of one of our greatest leaders, Alexander “The Great”.

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