Julia stood on the shore of the sea watching the firewood flare in flame as it drifted deeper in the sea.
A tear slipped on her cheek and slid down to fall on the foam of the evening waves, lost within the moment it touched the water churning at Julia’s feet.
Only a handful of people stood beside her as the flaming wood raft went from wave to wave, as if cradling its sleeping rider to new horizons.
Someone to Julia’s right started to sing in a very low voice, but soon, the others picked the lyrics.
It was a song about youth, travel and victory.
But they way the mourners sang it in somber soft voices it became an eulogy to the traveler who departed them some hours ago.
He was everything the song detailed, and even more.
He was the golden son of Zeus, the beloved son of Amon Ra, and the beloved of Ishtar.
He was a traveler who braved sea and land, and never took excuse in his young age and lack of experience.
He was a leader of men and protector of every land his foot touched, basking in peace more than in war.
Julia remembered that her mission was finally over, she can return to Agartha now.
But did she really want to?
She came from Inner Earth to this land full of strife to record the journey of the youngest conqueror of the ancient world.
And that she did, she joined his troops as serving maid, then as a scribe, and last as a trusted friend.
She was sent by The Chronicler of Agartha, an honor none can refuse, and her work would be for the benefit of all Agarthans who will come after her.
Then why was she so sad, so frustrated and angry?
She was the one who told him that he had to secure Egypt if he wanted his kingdom to last past his life time, and this was her other mission, he had to build a city, which would one day house the biggest library in the world to safe keep a single manuscript, but this was another prophecy and she was sure another would carry this burden.
she smiled, she always considered her mission a burden, a sacrifice for all Agarthans, but in all reality it never was.
He was an inspiration, even when he retuned from battle with blood drenching every inch of his body, even then he joked and cheered his men.
He was also very gentle at heart when she got to know him better, kind as a child and just as easy to bring a smile to his face.
And lately, he was her love, her soulmate, even though she knew that it was short lived.
Julia blew air softly in a whistle.
They would search for his grave, they would think that he was called by the gods, and eventually they would make him a god, and even later on when gods ceased to exist, a prophet.
He will live forever in the minds and imaginations of the people of earth.
One thing was sure, his flare will keep inspiring other over the cenutries.
The flare of Alex, or as they will always remember him, Alexander the great.
From Another World
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