Hello,
I wrote this story for an 6th grade project, I had to write a biography of anyone from the point of veiw of an enanamate object. So me bieng Greek and my great intrist in Alexander the Great, I choose Alexander the great from the point of view of his sword, so I thought I would share it with you.
Its kind of long, but I thought if you felt like reading it, you can.
Both developed at the same time, both finished at the same moment.
I was born; I had been picked up, a tight grip on my neck. I had been laid on a shaft of a pure white colored horse. The horse started to take off. Over the horizon was a huge castle. The night sky's were somewhat scary and somewhat soothing, as the cool air blew into my face. Then I felt a really tight grip on my neck as I came to a complete halt. The man holding me stepped off the horse and walked into the castle. The castle was shimmering with brightly-lit chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. A man covered with gold jewelry stepped aside, and I saw a new born baby human, and I was a newborn baby sword. For the next nine years I was hung up on the wall of a room, whose room? It was Alexander's room I was hung up in.
I was only used a couple of times, but not with my blade, with my case. That was only until Alexander and I turned nine.
When we turned nine, I was used for the first time. Alexander's mother[Queen Olympiad] let Alexander use me for the first time. She had told him to cut a watermelon into four pieces.
As I cut into the moist fruit I could feel the refreshing cold water. When I finished, Alexander and I felt so proud of ourselves.
The next day I was in Alexander's hand almost the whole day, then when nightfall came we heard a knock on the door. It was King Phillip. He had gathered the whole family into Alexander's room. King Phillip announced that Alexander was going to be tottered by the great Aristotle, the smartest man of our time. He said he was coming all the way from Athena to Macedonia.
Later that month Alexander was taken to the fields. I did not know why until he got back. He had been taken to a contest. When he got back he was bragging to King Philip about how he had killed the boar with the first cast of his spear. That was a great honor in Macedonia.
Later that day I felt a tight grip on my neck as I was being brought deep into the forest, why you ask, I don't know but I had a hunch that he felt so confident in himself he brought me deep into the forest in hope of attack. As we got deeper into the forest I saw a small girl sitting on a log. Alexander did not see her yet so I pinched him. He turned around and yelled OUCHHHHHH! The little girl started to laugh. Alexander took a good look at her. He did not know what to say so he went up to her and asked the girl her name.
"My name is Hephestion," she said.
When all three of us got back home, King Phillip told Alexander to go to the dock to wait for Aristotle.
When we got to the Macedonian dock Alexander and Hephestion talked for about three and a half-hours. Alexander talked about his plans as king. Hephestion talked about her life so far.
It was getting late so Hephestion went home. It was a shame because Aristotle arrived ten minutes later. When we got home Alexander and Aristotle got better acquainted. After that, Aristotle started his first lesson. It wasn't a mathmatic lesson, it wasn't a language lesson, it wasn't a history lesson, it wasn't a mythology lesson, but a lesson on leadership. Aristotle explained how the people from a civilized culture did not want a tyrant as king or there would be to many assassination attempts. A non-demanding king would leave the Greeks in Anarchy. No one would have any orders & every one would have any orders and they would do what ever they felt like.
Everything the great Aristotle said maid sense. Aristotle was truly a genius.
"People that trust a tyrant are barbarians. People that go along with non-demanding kings are barbarians." Said Aristotle. Alexander's facial expression showed that he was truly interested.
The first lesson was amazing. Every thing he said made more sense then the next.
Months later Alexander invited his good friend Nearchos to a lesson. Aristotle spoke of anger. Nearchos asked Aristotle what anger meant. Aristotle explained that anger was when the blood would boil, it was called, "the boiling of the blood." Your blood would get so hot your blood would get so hot that it would pop and you would become completely irrational.
As Aristotle continued, Nearchos was dumbfounded. His facial expression was the same as Alexander's a few months ago.
King Phillip was out at the Macedonian castle speaking with the king of the Molassians. He had promised Alexander that if any thing had happened he would have sent us a message. That is why Alexander and I were so exited about the war against the Molassians. Alexander & I were about to have our first war; Alexander was soon to be called "Alexander the Great."
It was greatly expected for the Macedonia to win. That is why King Phillip had already planed Alexander's uncle who was also named Alexander, to be the new king of the Molassians. At first Alexander (my owner) was mad at King Phillip for not making him king, but then he remembered he will some day become king of Macedonia, witch was much bigger. After about a month of non-stop training, it was time for the war. It was scary, but Alexander and I knew we could survive. As King Phillip, Alexander (the uncle), Nearchos, and Alexander waved good bye to Aristotle, Hephestion, Queen Olympiada, and Harpolos (a good friend of Alexander's) at the gates of Pella.
Before the war started, Alexander recited to himself a poem his mother used to sing to him as a child:
My boy has gone to battle, the sword
Hot in his hand
And even by his left shoulder his shield man
Stand!
Oh, whether at morning or midnight dark is coming
Is all my joy;
Ride fast, oh good news barer, and crying with the word of
My boy
The war started in a heartbeat, Alexander's heart was trembling, I could feel his pulse on his wrist, then Alexander's beloved horse Boukephala went from zero to forty miles per hour. As we got closer to the Molassians Alexander's pulse got faster. I was swung back and fourth, and then it came, a large man on foot was swinging an ax at my interminable friend Alexander, then I had swung myself with the most force ever. We had not killed the man, but we did slice his ax in two.
Swing, dodge, turn, block, shove, move, swing, dodge, turn, block, shove, move, swing, dodge, turn, block, shove, move, strike, over and over at incredible speeds. As I looked up, I saw an arrow heading towards us. Quickly I hit Alexander's shield, Alexander looked up and saw it, and he had to destroy its direction in very limited time, a swift swing of Alexander's sterling silver shield re-directed the razor sharp head of the arrow. At this point, the war slowed down. Alexander, King Phillip, and Nearchos meet at the other side. Only one problem, were was Alexander (the uncle). We crossed the battlefield about nine times looking for him.
"I found him, I think he is dead!" said Nearchos. I thought to myself how devastated Queen Olympiada would be when she found out her brother was dead.
The body started to move, his eyes opened, then he rolled over. That must have meant that the new king of the Molasians was alive, the new king Alexander.
Nearchos and King Phillp helped him up. The reason he was on the ground was that he had a broken leg which was no big deal.
The whole incident was scary, intense, and fun.
When we got back to the gate of Pella, Queen Olympiada, Aristotle, and Harpolos were waiting. They never left since ot started. It was all so graet.
Three & 1/2 years one of the most tragic things happened…It was the year 336 BC. Alexanders sister was getting married, when suddenly a drunken man stole King Phillip's dagger and then killed THE GREAT KING PHILLIP!!! It was one of the most devistating things that happened in my life.
There was a good side to it. His dauter had married a great man and Alexander became king at the age twenty.
When Alexander became king, he took off to conquer Asia. That was a topic King Phillip and Alexander discussed a lot. It was always King Pillip's dream, and now King Alexander was going to fufill his dream.
When Nearchos, King Alexander and I reached Tyre we had a siege. Harpolos was now in charge of the third line of the army. King Alexander got wounded in the shoulder by an arrow. I was not able to tap his shield in time like I did in our first war. Alexander was fine but I felt so guilty.
In the year 331 BC. King Alexander found a new city that he loved so much he named it Nearchos after his best friend.
In the year 328 BC. Came another tragic year. A good companion of mine and Alexanders. Boukephala died. Boukephala was Alexanders horse that he won when he was eleven, not with his phisycal skills, but his mental skills…
At this point Alexander was no longer known as King Alexander, he was known as "Alexander the Great." The reason for that was that my interminable partner had taken over almost the whole known world.
Alexander the Great's army had made it to the Indus river and took over India. It was one of Alexander the Greats finest moments.
At this point my interminable friend & I had tacken over the whole known world besids two barbarian countries on top of Greece. It had all come from teamwork and the genius of Alexander the Great. Lots of the people that helped make this possible were; Alexander the Great, Aristotle, King Phillip, Queen Olympiada, me, Nearchos, Harpolos, Hephestion, Boukephala, King Alexander (the uncle), Achilies, Hurcules, and the Greek/Macedonian army.
The most devistating point of my life and many others. Alexander the Great, A true genius and hero died on the year of 323 BC. At the age of 33. A suvier illness killed a young hero, my interminable friend. I hope its okay that I don't speak any more of this death, it was to tragic and terrible death.
If you want to know were I am right now, I am burried with my interminable friend. Were is that you ask, well I could tell you, but that would ruin the fun of finding him…
[This message has been edited by Dimitrios (edited 07-13-99).]
I wrote this story for an 6th grade project, I had to write a biography of anyone from the point of veiw of an enanamate object. So me bieng Greek and my great intrist in Alexander the Great, I choose Alexander the great from the point of view of his sword, so I thought I would share it with you.
Its kind of long, but I thought if you felt like reading it, you can.
Both developed at the same time, both finished at the same moment.
I was born; I had been picked up, a tight grip on my neck. I had been laid on a shaft of a pure white colored horse. The horse started to take off. Over the horizon was a huge castle. The night sky's were somewhat scary and somewhat soothing, as the cool air blew into my face. Then I felt a really tight grip on my neck as I came to a complete halt. The man holding me stepped off the horse and walked into the castle. The castle was shimmering with brightly-lit chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. A man covered with gold jewelry stepped aside, and I saw a new born baby human, and I was a newborn baby sword. For the next nine years I was hung up on the wall of a room, whose room? It was Alexander's room I was hung up in.
I was only used a couple of times, but not with my blade, with my case. That was only until Alexander and I turned nine.
When we turned nine, I was used for the first time. Alexander's mother
As I cut into the moist fruit I could feel the refreshing cold water. When I finished, Alexander and I felt so proud of ourselves.
The next day I was in Alexander's hand almost the whole day, then when nightfall came we heard a knock on the door. It was King Phillip. He had gathered the whole family into Alexander's room. King Phillip announced that Alexander was going to be tottered by the great Aristotle, the smartest man of our time. He said he was coming all the way from Athena to Macedonia.
Later that month Alexander was taken to the fields. I did not know why until he got back. He had been taken to a contest. When he got back he was bragging to King Philip about how he had killed the boar with the first cast of his spear. That was a great honor in Macedonia.
Later that day I felt a tight grip on my neck as I was being brought deep into the forest, why you ask, I don't know but I had a hunch that he felt so confident in himself he brought me deep into the forest in hope of attack. As we got deeper into the forest I saw a small girl sitting on a log. Alexander did not see her yet so I pinched him. He turned around and yelled OUCHHHHHH! The little girl started to laugh. Alexander took a good look at her. He did not know what to say so he went up to her and asked the girl her name.
"My name is Hephestion," she said.
When all three of us got back home, King Phillip told Alexander to go to the dock to wait for Aristotle.
When we got to the Macedonian dock Alexander and Hephestion talked for about three and a half-hours. Alexander talked about his plans as king. Hephestion talked about her life so far.
It was getting late so Hephestion went home. It was a shame because Aristotle arrived ten minutes later. When we got home Alexander and Aristotle got better acquainted. After that, Aristotle started his first lesson. It wasn't a mathmatic lesson, it wasn't a language lesson, it wasn't a history lesson, it wasn't a mythology lesson, but a lesson on leadership. Aristotle explained how the people from a civilized culture did not want a tyrant as king or there would be to many assassination attempts. A non-demanding king would leave the Greeks in Anarchy. No one would have any orders & every one would have any orders and they would do what ever they felt like.
Everything the great Aristotle said maid sense. Aristotle was truly a genius.
"People that trust a tyrant are barbarians. People that go along with non-demanding kings are barbarians." Said Aristotle. Alexander's facial expression showed that he was truly interested.
The first lesson was amazing. Every thing he said made more sense then the next.
Months later Alexander invited his good friend Nearchos to a lesson. Aristotle spoke of anger. Nearchos asked Aristotle what anger meant. Aristotle explained that anger was when the blood would boil, it was called, "the boiling of the blood." Your blood would get so hot your blood would get so hot that it would pop and you would become completely irrational.
As Aristotle continued, Nearchos was dumbfounded. His facial expression was the same as Alexander's a few months ago.
King Phillip was out at the Macedonian castle speaking with the king of the Molassians. He had promised Alexander that if any thing had happened he would have sent us a message. That is why Alexander and I were so exited about the war against the Molassians. Alexander & I were about to have our first war; Alexander was soon to be called "Alexander the Great."
It was greatly expected for the Macedonia to win. That is why King Phillip had already planed Alexander's uncle who was also named Alexander, to be the new king of the Molassians. At first Alexander (my owner) was mad at King Phillip for not making him king, but then he remembered he will some day become king of Macedonia, witch was much bigger. After about a month of non-stop training, it was time for the war. It was scary, but Alexander and I knew we could survive. As King Phillip, Alexander (the uncle), Nearchos, and Alexander waved good bye to Aristotle, Hephestion, Queen Olympiada, and Harpolos (a good friend of Alexander's) at the gates of Pella.
Before the war started, Alexander recited to himself a poem his mother used to sing to him as a child:
My boy has gone to battle, the sword
Hot in his hand
And even by his left shoulder his shield man
Stand!
Oh, whether at morning or midnight dark is coming
Is all my joy;
Ride fast, oh good news barer, and crying with the word of
My boy
The war started in a heartbeat, Alexander's heart was trembling, I could feel his pulse on his wrist, then Alexander's beloved horse Boukephala went from zero to forty miles per hour. As we got closer to the Molassians Alexander's pulse got faster. I was swung back and fourth, and then it came, a large man on foot was swinging an ax at my interminable friend Alexander, then I had swung myself with the most force ever. We had not killed the man, but we did slice his ax in two.
Swing, dodge, turn, block, shove, move, swing, dodge, turn, block, shove, move, swing, dodge, turn, block, shove, move, strike, over and over at incredible speeds. As I looked up, I saw an arrow heading towards us. Quickly I hit Alexander's shield, Alexander looked up and saw it, and he had to destroy its direction in very limited time, a swift swing of Alexander's sterling silver shield re-directed the razor sharp head of the arrow. At this point, the war slowed down. Alexander, King Phillip, and Nearchos meet at the other side. Only one problem, were was Alexander (the uncle). We crossed the battlefield about nine times looking for him.
"I found him, I think he is dead!" said Nearchos. I thought to myself how devastated Queen Olympiada would be when she found out her brother was dead.
The body started to move, his eyes opened, then he rolled over. That must have meant that the new king of the Molasians was alive, the new king Alexander.
Nearchos and King Phillp helped him up. The reason he was on the ground was that he had a broken leg which was no big deal.
The whole incident was scary, intense, and fun.
When we got back to the gate of Pella, Queen Olympiada, Aristotle, and Harpolos were waiting. They never left since ot started. It was all so graet.
Three & 1/2 years one of the most tragic things happened…It was the year 336 BC. Alexanders sister was getting married, when suddenly a drunken man stole King Phillip's dagger and then killed THE GREAT KING PHILLIP!!! It was one of the most devistating things that happened in my life.
There was a good side to it. His dauter had married a great man and Alexander became king at the age twenty.
When Alexander became king, he took off to conquer Asia. That was a topic King Phillip and Alexander discussed a lot. It was always King Pillip's dream, and now King Alexander was going to fufill his dream.
When Nearchos, King Alexander and I reached Tyre we had a siege. Harpolos was now in charge of the third line of the army. King Alexander got wounded in the shoulder by an arrow. I was not able to tap his shield in time like I did in our first war. Alexander was fine but I felt so guilty.
In the year 331 BC. King Alexander found a new city that he loved so much he named it Nearchos after his best friend.
In the year 328 BC. Came another tragic year. A good companion of mine and Alexanders. Boukephala died. Boukephala was Alexanders horse that he won when he was eleven, not with his phisycal skills, but his mental skills…
At this point Alexander was no longer known as King Alexander, he was known as "Alexander the Great." The reason for that was that my interminable partner had taken over almost the whole known world.
Alexander the Great's army had made it to the Indus river and took over India. It was one of Alexander the Greats finest moments.
At this point my interminable friend & I had tacken over the whole known world besids two barbarian countries on top of Greece. It had all come from teamwork and the genius of Alexander the Great. Lots of the people that helped make this possible were; Alexander the Great, Aristotle, King Phillip, Queen Olympiada, me, Nearchos, Harpolos, Hephestion, Boukephala, King Alexander (the uncle), Achilies, Hurcules, and the Greek/Macedonian army.
The most devistating point of my life and many others. Alexander the Great, A true genius and hero died on the year of 323 BC. At the age of 33. A suvier illness killed a young hero, my interminable friend. I hope its okay that I don't speak any more of this death, it was to tragic and terrible death.
If you want to know were I am right now, I am burried with my interminable friend. Were is that you ask, well I could tell you, but that would ruin the fun of finding him…
[This message has been edited by GillB (edited 04-27-2017 @ 04:32 PM).]