The miraculous year that I was born was 356 B.C. That makes me (pretty damn old) 2,358 years young. I was born into royalty in Pella, Macedonia, being my father was King Philip II, and my mother Queen Olympias. As most of you already know all great figures want the best for their children, so for my education I was tutored by Aristotle; one of the greatest minds to ever live. Since I was heir to the thrown I supported and backed my father 100%. I fought many campaigns for my father, but after I let my temper loose one time I was sent into exile with a few of my companions. I returned after the death of my father in 336 B.C., in which Darius had believed to be involved in, and was hailed as king, although I was careful to eliminate any possible ri

My next stop was a city by the name of Thebes. They were among my most hated list, because they had just signed a treaty with Persia and Athens that stated to oppose me and all other Macedonian kings. After hearing about this I was infuriated. Since the Thebans knew I was coming, I offered them first to surrender with no casualties. But of course these small-minded people declined my offer. So without hesitation my troops moved into the city and overran it within minutes (well, I’m exaggerating a little bit, but you get the drift). It was like a drunken party for us, we destroyed everything in the city except for the temples and Pindar’s house. Pindar was a poet who was very highly praised, and I actually liked his work, so I spared him. I wanted to send out a message that anybody that tries to interfere with my army and me would end up like Thebes. Rumor has it that after I destroyed the city of Thebes, whenever I came across a Theban I would help them out of pity. (Ash 37) You can be the judge on whether or not you think I have a heart.

As you can tell I had quite an amazing life. Oh yeah, I can’t forget to tell you about my death. I hope you kids know that I am only a voice, no longer alive, telling this story. I know that you’re saying I must have died a great death in battle or something along those lines, well as much as I would have like to died “in the line of duty” I didn’t. On my return trip after defeating India I supposedly caught a fever in the mountains and died from that at the ripe age of 32. It was all downhill from there, my entire empire collapsed shortly after my death. But that’s another whole story.

Well, after my victory in Thebes, I planned another attack on the Persians to show them who was boss. Before attacking them, I decided to boost my ego a little more, and went to visit the Priestess at Delphi. She told me that the God Apollo could not be approached today. Obviously she didn’t know exactly who I am, and since I had not the time not the patience I drug her by her hair to the alter where she told me “My son, you are invincible.” I was satisfied with this answer and continued on my way to Persia. (Ash 41) Once my troops and me had arrived and began to cross the Dardanelle’s, which you kids today would call the physical boundary between Asia and Europe, I pointed my spear towards the shore as an omen meaning I would conquer by force. Once I had marched through the city of Troy, and honored Achilles for his victory in the Trojan War, I headed for the Granicus River. There I was met by the Persian army. A little to my surprise that they would meet me, instead of letting me come to them. I led the charge and had my sights set on the Persian leader, and of course got what I wanted and killed him with my spear. However, right after that I felt a blow to my head, and though I quickly recovered I was on the ground looking up at a Persian soldier about to kill me. Then like I guess a superman to you kids, my friend Cleitus cut off the soldiers arm and saved my life. Needless to say the Persians were quick to withdraw and thus left us with our first real victory. (Ash 42)

Now with me as the “commander-in-chief” my first goal was to restore a sense of stability back to the League of Cornith (the League of Cornith was a league formed of Greek city-states, held together by treaties and alliances) that was starting to break apart.

My next obstacle was one not of war but one against Mother Nature. For my troops had never seen such a large, wide, swift river as the Danube. Of course once we defeated the river there was another tribe, the Getae, waiting on the other side. This tribe felt safe from attack because of the obstacle that lay between us. Needless to say they were wrong. Well, once again I use my smarts to cross the river, and have all my troops convert their tents, wh

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