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Elias found himself in a dimly lit cell, the cold, hard ground beneath him offering little comfort. The stone walls seemed to close in, trapping the soft light from the singular torch that burned outside his cell.

This was the Greco-Roman world, an era he had read so much about, but experiencing it firsthand was something entirely different. The chatter of the market, the scent of fresh olives, and the looming marble structures had painted a vivid picture of a civilization at its zenith. But now, all he could perceive was the oppressive silence of the jail, occasionally broken by distant murmurs and the clanking of guards' armor.

A shadow approached his cell. A guard, his armor slightly tarnished and his helm under his arm, stood scrutinizing Elias.

"You seem out of place," the guard remarked, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

Elias, gathering his wits, replied, "I'm just..." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "I'm here to learn, to understand more about this world, your culture."

The guard raised an eyebrow. "We get traders and scholars from afar, but none quite like you."

"Perhaps because I've come seeking something specific," Elias said, avoiding mention of his time-traveling escapades.

"Oh? And what would that be?" The guard's interest seemed piqued.

"The teachings of Hippocrates." Elias whispered the name with reverence. "I've heard tales of his unparalleled medical knowledge."

The guard let out a soft chuckle, "Hippocrates, huh? Everyone's interested in the great healer. His approach to medicine, focusing on observation rather than just spiritual rituals, has been revolutionary."

Elias nodded, genuinely intrigued. "Yes, I've heard Hippocrates believes in understanding the body, observing symptoms, and deducing ailments. It's a departure from the usual spiritual and superstitious remedies."

The guard leaned against the cell bars, clearly warming up to the topic. "Indeed. And the Hippocratic Oath? It's a vow every healer in the city wishes to take. It speaks of ethics, of doing no harm. It's changed the very fabric of how we approach healing."

Elias felt a rush of excitement. This was the heart of the era he'd wanted to explore. "I've also heard about the medical texts. Comprehensive documents detailing various diseases, treatments, and surgical techniques."

The guard smiled, "You seem quite informed for a traveler. Yes, these texts are highly sought after. They're often used to train new healers. Some even say they have the potential to shape the future of medicine."

They continued their conversation, discussing the architectural wonders of the era, the political landscape, and the influence of both Greek and Roman cultures. Elias played the part of an intrigued scholar, skillfully navigating the conversation to avoid suspicion.

As the discussion shifted back to Hippocrates, the guard said, "You know, if you're really interested, you should try and meet the healer. Though it's not easy getting an audience."

Elias's eyes widened in anticipation. "I would be honored. Hippocrates has been an inspiration for many in my... homeland."

The guard chuckled again, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, good luck with that. But let me give you a piece of advice. When you meet Hippocrates, try not to look too surprised."

Confused, Elias inquired, "Why would I be surprised?"

The guard grinned, his earlier stern demeanor replaced by a more playful one. "Because, contrary to popular belief and the stories you might have heard... Hippocrates is a woman."

Elias's jaw dropped, his preconceived notions shattered. This journey was turning out to be far more intriguing than he had ever imagined.

As Elias leaned back against the cold stones of his cell, the very texture reminding him of its ancient construct, his mind raced, trying to reconcile the world of books and the reality he was now experiencing.

Classical Greece, he mused.

Historically, Classical Greece, spanning from the 5th to the 4th century BC, was a period of immense cultural and intellectual growth. The Persian Wars had ended, leading to the establishment of a league of city-states under the leadership of Athens. This era saw the flourishing of arts, philosophy, and science. Names like Socrates, Plato, and yes, Hippocrates, became pillars of thought, setting precedents for centuries to come.

Yet, the Greece Elias experienced had its divergences. While the architectural marvels like the Parthenon still stood tall, exuding its Doric elegance, there were subtle differences. Frescoes he didn't recognize adorned the walls of public spaces, depicting events that weren't in any history book he had read.

The society around him thrived as a melting pot. Athens, known for its democratic ideals in history, seemed even more inclusive here. There was a distinct absence of slavery, which historically was an integral part of the Athenian economy. Instead, he noticed guilds, associations of men and women working together in crafts, trade, and other professions.

And then, there were the city-states. Historically, city-states or poleis were scattered all across Greece, each functioning as a separate entity with its governance and military. Sparta and Athens were often at loggerheads, their ideologies and way of life starkly different. Here, however, Elias noticed an underlying thread of unity. While the individual identity of each polis was intact, there seemed to be a federation of sorts, a mutual agreement to come to each other's aid in times of external threat.

Religion played a pivotal role in Greek society. Gods and goddesses were revered, their tales narrated and celebrated in grand festivals. The Oracle of Delphi, known to be the most prestigious and authoritative oracle in the Greek world, still held its place of prominence. Yet, Elias observed a more philosophical approach to these deities, less about fear and appeasement and more about understanding and interpretation.

The economic landscape was thriving. The use of coins, introduced in the late 6th century BC, was prevalent, leading to bustling markets, trade routes, and maritime endeavors. The agora, a central public space in ancient Greek city-states, was a hub of daily activity, commerce, and socialization. However, the barter system had a stronger presence than Elias expected, with people trading goods based on necessity rather than monetary value.

But perhaps the most intriguing divergence was the societal roles. The revelation of Hippocrates being a woman was just the tip of the iceberg. Women, historically often confined to domestic spaces and given limited rights, seemed to have a more active presence in various professional fields.

As for the era of Hippocrates, Elias realized the importance of context. Historically, medicine in the 5th century BC was still intertwined with religion. Healers were considered intermediaries between gods and humans. Diseases were often deemed punishments from the gods, with cures seeking divine intervention. But Hippocrates introduced a revolutionary thought – diseases stemmed from natural causes and could be treated through observation and logical reasoning.

Here, in this divergent Greece, Elias surmised that this shift in thought was even more radical. With a female Hippocrates at the helm, it wasn't just a transition from divine to logical in medicine, but perhaps a societal shift towards science

The cell grew cold as the shadow of the guard loomed larger. The clinking of his armor echoed the tension in the air. He peered through the bars at Elias, eyes scrutinizing, judgment apparent.

"Foreigners," he began with a sneer, his voice dripping with contempt, "always coming here, thinking you understand our ways. But you outsiders, especially those dressed as oddly as you, raise suspicions."

Elias held the guard's gaze, trying not to let the man's overt hostility unnerve him. "I'm just trying to learn," he replied evenly.

The guard scoffed. "Learn? Or perhaps corrupt our women with your strange ideas? Like the absurd notion that they should be equals or, gods forbid, leaders?"

Elias's eyebrows rose slightly. The blatant sexism took him aback, but he kept his composure. "Everyone deserves an equal chance to showcase their abilities, irrespective of gender."

The guard laughed bitterly. "Men are natural leaders, protectors. It's the order of things. Women are nurturers, caretakers. That's how it's always been."

Elias, despite his shock, tried to reason. "But isn't progress about challenging old norms? Evaluating them to see if they still serve society's best interests?"

The guard's eyes narrowed. "Your words sound a lot like those radical thinkers who believe our traditions should be upended. Next, you'll be telling me that it's acceptable for a woman to be a doctor or a philosopher!"

Elias hesitated, thinking of the female Hippocrates. "Well, if she has the knowledge and skill, why not?"

The guard's face contorted in disgust. "Because it's unnatural. Men and women have roles, determined by the gods. It's our duty to adhere to them. Any deviation is a direct challenge to the divine order."

Elias sighed, realizing that arguing with deeply ingrained beliefs would be futile. However, he couldn't help but counter, "But what if these roles limit potential? What if the next great healer or philosopher is a woman, but she's never given a chance?"

The guard snorted, "A woman healer? That would be the day! They should focus on what they're best at – home, family."

It was evident to Elias that this guard, like many in this society, was a product of systemic beliefs, indoctrinated over generation