[ WP ] `` The snow fell outside . So did civilization . ''

Armies unrivaled, tactics unheard of, an empire to last forever. That had been the dream. 
 
 For seventeen years he had followed the king, years before he had followed a friend. For six months he had followed no one, for six months he had known only despair, for six months he had been lost. The King was dead, his friend was dead, the greatest empire the world had ever seen was dead. 
 
 Hephaestion looked outside at the Greek countryside and knew the dreams he and Alexander had worked for would be gone within the next years. The winter was cold, as cold as he felt at the loss of his friend. 
 
 As the clouds bunched above, Hephaestion looked to the sky and prayed that his friend could n't see his generals tearing each other apart. Tearing apart the great empire they had created together. As he watched the sky the first snows began, as the snow fell outside, so did civilization.
