Elegy of the Iliad

Macedonia pera The beautiful black-haired woman smiled slightly and stared intently at the blond boy who was half lying on the comfortable bed. "My little Achilles." The woman smiled, hiding behind the gauze curtains around the big bed, playing hide and seek with the boy, softly humming a distant but familiar lullaby. The torches on the wall flicker and cast onto the mosaic-covered floor, adding a three-dimensional light and shadow to the patterns above. There was cheerful music coming from a distance, but the woman showed disdain and approached the boy on the bed: "You are a child of God, Alexander, remember, don't be like Philip." The boy looked at his mother with half-understanding, confusion in his blue eyes. The woman continued to explain: "You want to become the unprecedented king in this world. No one can surpass you, Alexander. You are stronger than Achilles, braver than Hercules, and your achievements are comparable to those of Prometheus - you are the child of God, and you are the friend of mankind." Olympias' eyes suddenly softened, and he reached out his hand to gently hold Alexander's golden curls: "You're destined to be a legend." Intention: