The churning waters of the Granicus roiled just below the horizon, a black strip of water waiting, promising power on its opposite bank. Alexander’s single goal once he had crossed the Hellespont into Asia minor was to usurp the Persian Achaemenid empire and bring it under his reign, this looming battle his first true chance to prove his mettle against a realm so vast. Macedon was a flea by comparison. The green shrubs that dotted the landscape did nothing to hide the Persian ranks across the water, massive and clad in strange garb. Despite their enemy’s size, Alexander’s forces couldn’t help but scoff. What self-respecting man wore pants? Yet though it was a wonder why warriors would choose such effeminate dress, the empire they belonged to was nothing to mock.
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