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The Fruit of Ambition	By : LonleyMistress Category: 1 through F > Alexander Views: 2091 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-One
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Two
I took a deep breath, inhaling the spicy pungent aroma of the steaming black coffee that was set on the table before him. The man had begun to seem much more interested in fingering the pendant hanging on the black ribbon necklace around his golden neck, and I was beginning to fear that the coffee might eventually go to waste. Such a pity, I thought. It did not have the charcoal smell of supermarket coffee.
I sat up straight, resisted the urge to clear my throat and began.
"Alex-"
"Do you believe in destiny?" he interrupted. His dark eyes were lowered and seemed focused on some unseen entity floating within his coffee.
"Destiny?" I asked, both intrigued and puzzled at where he planned to take our conversation.
"Yes, yes," he replied impatiently. "Destiny. Fate. Kismet. The belief that some great being or beings have already planned out our lives for us."
I hesitated briefly. Despite the fact that I was raised in one of the most rigid Christian environments there was, I had never considered myself as a spiritual person, and worse never found the time or saw the necessity to think about such matters even in my adulthood.
"Well," I replied. "I don't think I do. However, the concept of a predestined future does seem a little farfetched to me. Humans are born with free will and so each of us has control over our own lives."
The man laughed bitterly and continued staring at his coffee.
"I believe in destiny," he said softly. The timbre of his voice made me shiver slightly.
"I also believe that all humans are born with free will…but is it fair to say that a child who is born into generations of poverty, in a society where there is no social mobility has control over whether he or she will be poor in the future? I believe that we are all mere pawns of the universe, whether our role in this life is great or small. It would be presumptuous and futile for an insignificant mortal to thwart it."
I leaned back and folded my arms. While the existence of fate or destiny truly seemed like an interesting topic, I realised that I was still nowhere near getting the information that I had originally planned to get.
"Well, what d you and Hephaestion meeting have to do with fate and destiny? Is it that you think both of you were fated to be together?"
Alexander pushed the coffee away. He raised his head and looked at me as if he was seeing me for the first time.
"No," he sighed. "Hephaestion and I were fated to be apart."
"You see, even now I am still unsure of when we first saw each other; for even though we encountered many times, something would happen to separate us right before we got a chance to meet.
"While I was the result of thousands of years of noble breeding on both sides, Hephaestion's father struck gold in the late seventies when he developed a series of powerful nuclear weapons that countries, who I refuse to name, were only too eager to pay billions of dollars for.
"However, even with their newly found wealth it was still hard for Hephaestion's family, the nouveau riches, to penetrate the walls of high society, because in my world it is not only about the amount of money, but it is the age of it that matters.
"I guess that is why it had taken me several years to discover that one of my first encounters with him might have been when I was five years old. I was a wild and energetic child then, and my only company was an imagination I could barely harness. Lessons with my tutors were spent drifting in and out of daydreams, while nap times were fierce battles and great foreign adventures that sometimes had me wandering unnoticed out of my rooms, and into the gargantuan halls of my parents' residence. Sometimes, I would get so consumed with my adventures, that I would find a way to bypass every adult and wander into the garden.
"However, one day, I imagined that I was the king of a great army who led hundred of thousands of seasoned soldiers to a battle halfway across the world. I battles hundreds of grey feathered enemies with a dirty twig sword, and gave chase to their humiliated butterfly king.
"By the time I had come back to reality, I had long since passed the garden and had somehow managed to bypass the guards and walk a small distance outside the premises. Of course, I didn't know that then, and I figured that I must have unknowingly walked leagues away from my house. At first, the idea frightened me so much it paralysed me for several minutes. It didn't help that the lonely asphalt road seemed to stretch into an eternity, and the trees that lined it seemed taller somehow, darker and more threatening.
"It wasn't long before I could feel the traces of a scream rising within my throat and clawing at its walls to be let free, but even that seemed to die very soon after I begun to wonder who would answer it. My father was halfway across the world on what he had only vaguely described as a business trip, and my mother…well my mother and her love of venomous snakes and the macabre was just a hint away from being the most terrifying being I could think of.
"After what felt like aeons of watching not even a single car pass by, I finally made my decision. I must find way on my own! But how?
"I threw away the twig and clenched my first concentrating as hard as I could. The only image that kept flooding my mind was that of hundreds of small grey twittering birds that invaded the gardens day after day searching for food among the plants and in the freshly cut grass. Yes! I thought. I would try to be as quiet as I could and listen for the birds! Their twittering would lead me to the garden, and I would find my way to the house from there.
"Thus, I stood very still, closed my eyes and raised my face to the sky, listening carefully for what I thought would be the sound of hundreds of small twittering birds; but all I could hear was the soft fluid sound of a piano playing in the distance.
"The playing was such that I had never heard before, with an undertone of sadness that was beyond hypnotising. The music called, and I was lulled to follow, partly from my own curiosity and with the hope that I might be able to ask for directions. It did not take me very long to find its origin either, and within less time than I could count, I had forced my small body through a hedge and found myself standing in front of one of the most beautiful country houses. By this time, the music had gotten louder and clearer, and seemed to be coming from a window directly above me.
"I took a deep breath, taking in air as far as my small lungs could hold and called.
"HELLOOOOO!"
The music stopped immediately and a small head covered in an unruly mass of thick auburn curls peered curiously out of the window. I remember thinking that its piercing blue eyes seemed almost alien and too large for its face, right before it responded in a strange lilting accent.
"Who are you? And how did you get in here?"
"I stuck my chest out and raised my head high, half regretting that I had thrown away my twig sword. My father never failed to emphasize how important it was to make a good impression on the people I came into contact with. A good impression demands respect, and people like us deserve nothing less.
"I am Alexander the Great! King and conqueror of all you see here! I command you, fair maiden to escort me to my kingdom!"
The child gave me an annoyed frown.
"Maiden? I'm not a girl! And you don't look like a king to me…You're just a little child in dirty clothes!"
I looked down on my clothes and noticed he was right. They were torn in several places, and covered with blotches of dark mud.
"I'm not a child!" I shouted disappointedly. "I'm five years old!"
The little boy rolled his eyes and turned away.
"Well, I'm six, and that makes you a baby to me."
I stared at the window angrily.
"I'm not a baby!" I screamed. "Come back!"
"There was a scrape of a chair against the floor, and the haunting music resumed.
"YOU TALK FUNNY!" I screamed, shocked, hurt and angry that he would ignore me. Even at my young age, people were always groveling at me feet, fighting to gain the scraps of the benefits that came with impressing my father's heir.
"I stomped out to the hedge, with a new determination that I would once again try to find my way home on my own. Crawling through was a little more difficult than it had been on my first try, and it was my stubborn determination alone that had kept me from feeling the tiny scrapes my efforts had left me with.
"I didn't have to walk very far before a familiar voice called my name and held me in a tight embrace. I knew it was neither my mother nor my father, but my nanny who had come looking for me. The only one who truly seemed like she cared…
"She smothered me with kisses, and then held me away from her so I was staring into her eyes. They were filled with a mixture of relief, pain and worry.
"Do you know how long I searched for you Alexander?" she cried, planting a kiss on the top of my head. "What if something had happened to you? Your mother will fire me if she finds out about this! Do you want me to get fired?"
"I spent the rest of the day in my room as punishment, not that I had the urge to go outside after that, but on thing that kept lingering in my mind was the image of the boy at the window. To this day, I think my heart found him from then.
"It was years later before I saw him again, Hephaestion that is, and when I did, there were only small glimpses of him. I knew it was him, because his features had not changed much from what I think might have been the first time I saw him.
"A few days before my seventh birthday, I saw him and his family move out of their country house where I had first remembered seeing him. When I was eight, I saw a picture of him and his parents in the newspaper, when his mother a famed foreign actress who only went by the name of Daniela, was being interviewed in a local newspaper. When I was ten, I think I might have spotted him three times somewhere in the crowded streets on a trip to the City of Lights. Each time I went to approach him, he disappeared. When I was eleven, and followed my father on a business trip halfway around the world, I spotted him standing across the street through the window of a high rise building. I heard he was visiting his mother while she filmed a movie.
"Each time I glimpsed him, my thirst to find him grew. I knew neither his name nor who he really was, and I was clueless to as to how to start looking for him. He was my first wet dream, my first teenage fantasy, my first love and my first obsession, and it seemed like each time I saw him, he had gotten more and more beautiful. I can't tell you how stupid I felt at twelve to know that my first real crush was on someone I had never and probably would never meet. I worked like madman to find him, using every single dollar my parents had given me to try and track his movements from the moment he moved into my town, to the moment he moved away, but I was always for the most part unsuccessful. So far, I had only a name. It did not make things much easier when I found out that his father Amyntor, for safety reasons, did everything in his power to make sure that his family, including his celebrity wife, be given utmost privacy.
I guess you can imagine that it was the last thing I expected when my father, Phillip found him for me.
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