The Night of Alexandria.

[AntiochusIII]

Notes:
1. This is my first story.
2. It is entirely fictional, even if based on some real events and places.
3. Any comments are appreciated, encouraged, etc.
4. Edited in hope for more polished work.
5. Story still active, in case some wonder.

::The Night of Alexandria::

-Prologue: Under the Starless Night-

"Every journey starts with the first step," Delphanus once remembered the words of his grandfather, "and yours shall be a long one."

He never thought such words could be real. Not, at least, until this day.

He rose up from a comfortable patch of furs he was sitting on. This patch of Scythian furs was being used as a kind of bed in this ship, a sleek, yet heavy, and uncomfortable merchant vessel. One that accepted him from the port of Argos as a passenger who looked for the same destination as the ship: the great port-city of Alexandria. From afar, in the middle of the night, it seemed to him that there was indeed a shining light from the direction that the ship was heading. For under the Starless Night any fire can shine. It seemed as if this fire, though far away, was shining brightly like a star that had just fallen upon the Earth.

"Is that, if I'm right, the Pharos?" Delphanus mumbled upon such a sight.

"Yes it is, boy," a voice suddenly responded, "that light is the Pharos."

Delphanus turned back swiftly, surprised by this unlooked-for response. It was the Captain of the ship.

"Pharos of Alexandria..."

"Hold your patience, boy! Tomorrow by sunrise we shall see the Pharos in its full glory, but only if Poseidon wills."

"Only if Poseidon wills..."