The Land Of Persia : First leap

It was late at night . The great banquet hall of the royal palce of Darius was filled with persian commons. At the centre stage the dacers were performing their arabian dances , 'raks'. The room was enlighted with chandeliers all around , glowing in the night sky. Yet the people were not happy . Their faked hqppiness was clerly visulaised by the fear on their face. A man entered and bowed to kiss the feet of a blonde man with a shimmering and sharp sight in his late 20s.

His robes clearly distinguished him from the others . He didn't even lift his eyesight . Holding a glass of red wine in the left , sitting on the throne of the persian Sultanate , he rose in a exquisite and uniquely striking manner with the rhythm . " Sikandar , no name could have been more great to you , who had defeated the largest sultanate . Cheers , for the victory of Shah Alexander.", said another youth , a slight taller with his brown hair tangling behind his back , tapping the back of the blonde . The blonde was Alexander III of Macedon .

" Persia is just a stage of my journey , not my destination Haephestian . Literally , we can call me sikandar on the day I would reach the east and conquer the whole world." , taking a sip , replied Alexander moving his sight to his best friend and the head of army . " Sure . But the first leap of your greatness deserves a celebration .", said Haephestian rising his wine .

This celebration was a must , both for his past struggles and challenges ahead . The greatest conquerer of Asia , who a few years ago was a prince of a small state of Macedonia , but not regarded as an macedonian.