Legacy
Chapter 22: Legacy
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Ekaveer was old. There was no denying it. He felt old as he sat down in the war camp outside the fields of Pella, with the fire bruning at his face. He was 42 years old, right now, and it had been 27 long years since he inherited the throne of the Nepala Mandala. If someone told him back then, that he would be the first Indic King to cross the Hellespont, then he would have laughed the man out of his court. He sighed as he looked at Alexander IV practice a few stabbing drills with the Silver Shields in the distance. The boy had grown, there was no doubt about that. Speaking about boys……He wondered what Anaxagoras was doing, oh how he missed his son. And of course his daughter as well. Chrysanthe must have a slew of men tripping over themselves trying to court her. Ah, if he had been in Kasthamandap, the man would have bullied all the courtiers into submission, but alas, it could not be at all.
He looked at the dark night sky as he laid down on the ground. Ah, the old days. He rememebered them a lot. He remembered old faces. The faces of his ministers, Roruka who had died of old age a few years back, the brave King of the Gourkha, and many more faces. He could see Alexander III smiling at him and waving jovially from the distance, he could see Chankaya smiling wanely with all his wisdom from afar. He had lived a pretty adventurous life, if he did say so himself.
He turned over and started to sleep. There was no need to dive into semantics, and nostalgia. Tomorrow would be the final battle.
Little did Ekaveer know, it would also be his final battle.
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The Bactrian cavalry of Zoilos thundered down the valley as they cut their way through the forces of Antigonous. Ekaveer reared his horse into position as the walls of the city of Pella gleamed in the sunlight, however the armies of Antigonous himself seemed to be up to provide a strong fight against the armies of Ekaveer, Seleucus and Alexander IV. News had arrived of Ptolemy’s invasion of Cyprus. This was good news; Antigonous’s fleet was distracted and would not be of any problem for him and his army now.
Ekaveer’s old eyes by this point narrowed as he saw the destruction and carnage. His frown turned into a stare as he could see children! Children being thrown out of the city gates wearing helmets and waving swords. Antigonous had become pretty desperate it seemed. Well he personally did not like the killing of children, however in this cruel world, there was nothing called mercy, and he stared coldly as children were cut down by the Bactrians, mostly out of necessity than anything else.
The artillery bellowed and roared as boulders were thrown into the skies aimed towards the walls of the city. Ekaveer leaned backwards on his horse slightly as one lucky soldier broke through the ranks of the army and charged up to him with a Hellenic sword. Ekaveer clenched his fists and threw his hand away with the power of a seasoned veteran with his fist making contact with the cheekbones of the soldier, throwing him backwards. His bodyguards quickly swarmed the soldier and stabbed him to death. Poor soldier, the man was simply doing his job.
Ekaveer reared the horse back as it whinnied and looked at the chaos of the battle around him. His gut was clenching. He knew that something was wrong, very wrong……..the atmosphere just didn’t feel right. Seleucus evidently didn’t feel good either as he was cautiously looking around the entire battlefield with a frown marring his face.
And then the doors of the city swung open to reveal Antigonous. He kept his hands on his hips and was looking at the armies of both his commanders, and Ekaveer’s and Seleucus’s with utter contempt.
He raised his voice to speak addressing, much to Ekaveer’s surprise him.
“I dictate an honor duel! Come, one among you leaders of the army, come and fight me like a true man. Winner takes all!” The man jeered.
All fighting around the city stopped as everyone looked at the Hellenic commander with surprise evident in their faces. Seleucus and Alexander IV quickly rode up to him and said “I will do it.”
“Seleucus, no you are old man by this point. Already in your mid fifties. It is hazardous. I am young and I shall do it.” Alexander IV argued.
“I did not serve in your father’s campaigns not to be a coward in the field of battle young Alexander. I will fight.” Seleucus argued back.
Ekaveer sighed and raised his hand in the air commanding silence. The area went silent as Antigonous looked on from the distance in silence and curiosity.
“I shall go. Nephew, you are too young, you have a kingdom before you and a whole life before you to live. Seleucus, you are old and yoru skill somewhat dimmed by age. I am in my middle ages. Not marred by restrictions like you two.” Ekaveer stated.
“But Uncle!” Alexander IV protested. “What of Aunty? And My cousins? There is a chance you will die!”
“Of course there is.” Ekaveer muttered. “Its called an honor duel for a reason. But the point stands. My wife is strong, and she will get through with my death. My children have inherited her strength and they too shall overcome my death, should it happen. But fear not, I will not die and leave this campaign in tatters.”
“Then why accept it in the first place?” Zoilos roared. “We have the upper hand. Swarm the goddamn city until it surrenders!”
“No.” Ekaveer rumbled quietly. “Look at the army. We have marched from the Indus into Bactria into Sogdiana into Persia into Babylonia into the Levant into Anatolia and into the land of the Hellenes. We have crossed an entire continent! The men are tired, and numerical superiority in this situation is negligent because of their tired mode of fighting.”
“Dammit Ekaveer!” Zoilos roared again. “I hate it when you’re right!”
Ignoring the protests of Alexander IV and Seleucus as well as Zoilos, Ekaveer unstrapped the armor on his chest and unsheathed his Khukuri sword. He closed his eyes and stepped down from his horse and walked towards the gates of the city.
The armies parted aside making way for him as Antigonous waited.
Together they circled each other, with Antigonous’s army forming a semi circle in front of the city walls, and the other portion of the semi circle filled by Ekaveer’s own army reinforced by the Silver Shields.
Ekaveer brandished his Khukuri sword with his right hand as his left hand clenched the shield he was carrying strongly. Antigonous was wielding dual swords, and despite the man’s age, he struck with precision and strength. He tried to stab Ekaveer in the thighs as Ekaveer jumped back in the circle to avoid it. He rolled backward and clenching his left feet launched himself forward and slashed at Antigonous’s frame.
Antigonous raised his swords to block the attack and the blades met each other with a clang. With his chest exposed, Antigonous raised his left feet and kicked Ekaveer in the chest.
Ekaveer stumbled backwards and managed to regain coherence just in time as he rolled sideways to avoid a cleaved slash at his head. Stamping his feet into the ground he managed to block a stabbing attempt with his shield.
Ekaveer managed to push Antigonous back with his shield, making the man loose his footing as he rolled backwards. Ekaveer grunted as he brought down the Kukri in a downward curve only to be disappointed to see that Antigonous had managed to escape.
He sidestepped a stabbing attempt and managed to duck the second sword as he again jumped backwards to keep some amount of distance between himself and the pointy and dangerous blades of Antigonous.
Ekaveer huffed slightly as he felt the air come and go in his nose. The adrenaline running through his veins were pretty strong. He had never been in such a life and death situation for years now, the last one being the fight in Tibet, if Ekaveer remembered correctly. Antigonous took a position and then he ran forward brandishing his swords and aiming for a stab at his stomach.
Ekaveer whirled around slashing down at Antigonous’s swords with his Khukuri as the blades clashed in another deadly clash of blades. Whirling to his left, Ekaveer raised his right knee and slammed it into the chest of Antigonous as the man fell back panting slightly.
Ekaveer not giving Antigonous the time to recuperate lunged forward and brought his Khukuri in a downward curve, however Antigonous knelt down and threw his hands out dispersing muddy sands into Ekaveer’s face. Stumbling backwards, Ekaveer just barely managed to escape a slash. He quickly wiped some of the mud of his face and then clenching his Khukuri ran forward and managed to draw blood as a blood scratch opened up in Antigonous’s calf. Antigonous roared as he lunged forward and managed to draw blood as well as Ekaveer’s thigh burst up in a small blood wound. Ekaveer gritted his teeth and kicked Antigonous away as he panted holding the pain in.
Ekaveer lunged forward and managed to punch Antigonous’s defensive sword posturing away with the butt end of his Khukuri however Antigonous’s smirked and sidestepping Ekaveer, he caught the Maharajah of Nepala and stabbed Ekaveer through the lungs just in time to for Ekaveer to stab Antigonous with the Khukuri and cleave Antigonous’s face out of his body.
Antigonous’s head fell down detached from the body instantly dead, and Ekaveer swayed slightly in the air and fell down to the ground……..dead himself.
A depiction of Ekaveer's dead body being carried by his soldiers.
An Ancient Hellenic Depiction of the Duel between Ekaveer and Antigonous comparing it to the duel of Achilles and Hector.
***
Alexander IV did not know whether to laugh or cry as he sat down in the throne of Pella, the throne of his father. Antigonous had died first and in accordance to the terms of the Honor Duel, Ekaveer his uncle had won, however quickly not even a minute later, Ekaveer himself had died due to the sword stuck inside of him.
The army of Antigonous had surrendered and the Diodachi War was finally over. Alexander IV, now 20 years old, wept for his uncle, wept for his aunt, wept for his cousins and wept for everyone he had lost in this god forsaken war.
Eumenes had been not been able to be consoled and the man was bawling in his private quarters. Zoilos was quiet throughout the entire session and Seleucus was out of character with his distinct quietness.
Rubbing his eyes, he caressed the tears to go away and hiccupped himself to stand up. Putting up a brave face he walked towards the funeral pyre that Ekaveer’s generals from Nepala had made for him, as firewood was collected and created into a bed of sorts with Ekaveer’s body being put on it. Eumenes was sniffling as he looked at the dead body and Seleucus and Zoilos were quiet.
Alexander IV raised his voice to look at his audience, the once 80,000 strong Nepalese Army had been reduced by the war to 50,000, but they stood in attention, not showing any emotion. The citizens of Pella looked at the dead body of Ekaveer with curiosity obviously not knowing who this indic king was. “Citizens of Pella, Army of Nepala, today is sad day……a sad day. Your King is dead!”
The silence he received from the Nepalese army was deafening, as no one even so much as twitched. The Generals and Adhyakshas of Nepalese Army were quietly bowing their head and looking at the dead body of their king somberly.
“But remember him, for even in death, remembrance makes one immortal in the hearts of men!” Alexander IV shouted as a few tears escaped him. “Many of you are veterans of my uncle’s campaigns against the Nanda Dynasty, the Qin Dynasty and the Mauryan Dynasty. I need not explain to you the grandeur of my uncle. The achievements he managed to gain. My father conquered the Achaemenid Empire of the Persians and managed to bring once bitter enemies of Hellenes and Persians to live in peace and coexist together. He conquered the East of the Indus. Let us look at the Maharajah of Nepala. He Conquered the Nanda Dynasty. He drove the Qin Dynasty which unified the mystical lands of China out of Tibet. He defeated the Mauryan Empire in it’s zenith. He marched all the way from the Himalayas and became the first Indic King to cross the Hellespont!”
Alexander took a deep breath and shouted “He is not Ekaveer The King or Ekaveer the Maharajah! Do not sully his name in that manner. He is no ordinary king to deserve that. Kings and Conquerors come and go. However only a select few remain in history as truly different. Calling my uncle in that manner would be a grievous crime. No, do not remember him as Ekaveer the King or Ekaveer the Maharajah. Remember him as Ekaveer the Great!”
Alexander gently picked up the Khukuri of Ekaveer and raised it into the air and spoke in Khas Kura, the language of the Nepalese. “HAR HAR NEPALA! HAR HAR EKAVEER!”
The Nepalese banged their shields with their swords and Khukuris and Sarrisa as they shouted back, as tears from veterans fell freely wetting the nest of Gaia on the earth. “HAR HAR NEPALA! HAR HAR EKAVEER!”
The Hindu Priest who had come along from Ekaveer’s army slowly walked forward with a fire being collected in a stand as it was thrown into the firewood holding Ekaveer’s body. The fire consumed the firewoods and Ekaveer’s body as the fire burned and the army and the men looked on his silence.
As the body turned into ash, the priest gathered the ashes of the body into a jar and closed it.
He looked at Sahil, the Latanta and newly promoted Adhyaksha of the Nepala Army. He nodded at the man and Sahil nodded back. It was Sahil’s duty to return the army back to Nepala. And the soldiers shifted and turned around, and the long march back home for the Nepalese began.
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1 and a half year later, 300 BCE, Kasthamandap
Thessalonike fell back to the ground of the main durbar as she saw the jar of ashes with the lettering of her husband on it. Anaxagoras’s sword with which he was practicing strokes in the backyard dropped to the floor with a loud noise and Chrysanthe whimpered as her husband tried to hold her up.
Three separate wails of grief would tear apart the city of Kasthamandap that night.
However the legacy of the great king would live on forever.
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Ekaveer was old. There was no denying it. He felt old as he sat down in the war camp outside the fields of Pella, with the fire bruning at his face. He was 42 years old, right now, and it had been 27 long years since he inherited the throne of the Nepala Mandala. If someone told him back then, that he would be the first Indic King to cross the Hellespont, then he would have laughed the man out of his court. He sighed as he looked at Alexander IV practice a few stabbing drills with the Silver Shields in the distance. The boy had grown, there was no doubt about that. Speaking about boys……He wondered what Anaxagoras was doing, oh how he missed his son. And of course his daughter as well. Chrysanthe must have a slew of men tripping over themselves trying to court her. Ah, if he had been in Kasthamandap, the man would have bullied all the courtiers into submission, but alas, it could not be at all.
He looked at the dark night sky as he laid down on the ground. Ah, the old days. He rememebered them a lot. He remembered old faces. The faces of his ministers, Roruka who had died of old age a few years back, the brave King of the Gourkha, and many more faces. He could see Alexander III smiling at him and waving jovially from the distance, he could see Chankaya smiling wanely with all his wisdom from afar. He had lived a pretty adventurous life, if he did say so himself.
He turned over and started to sleep. There was no need to dive into semantics, and nostalgia. Tomorrow would be the final battle.
Little did Ekaveer know, it would also be his final battle.
***
The Bactrian cavalry of Zoilos thundered down the valley as they cut their way through the forces of Antigonous. Ekaveer reared his horse into position as the walls of the city of Pella gleamed in the sunlight, however the armies of Antigonous himself seemed to be up to provide a strong fight against the armies of Ekaveer, Seleucus and Alexander IV. News had arrived of Ptolemy’s invasion of Cyprus. This was good news; Antigonous’s fleet was distracted and would not be of any problem for him and his army now.
Ekaveer’s old eyes by this point narrowed as he saw the destruction and carnage. His frown turned into a stare as he could see children! Children being thrown out of the city gates wearing helmets and waving swords. Antigonous had become pretty desperate it seemed. Well he personally did not like the killing of children, however in this cruel world, there was nothing called mercy, and he stared coldly as children were cut down by the Bactrians, mostly out of necessity than anything else.
The artillery bellowed and roared as boulders were thrown into the skies aimed towards the walls of the city. Ekaveer leaned backwards on his horse slightly as one lucky soldier broke through the ranks of the army and charged up to him with a Hellenic sword. Ekaveer clenched his fists and threw his hand away with the power of a seasoned veteran with his fist making contact with the cheekbones of the soldier, throwing him backwards. His bodyguards quickly swarmed the soldier and stabbed him to death. Poor soldier, the man was simply doing his job.
Ekaveer reared the horse back as it whinnied and looked at the chaos of the battle around him. His gut was clenching. He knew that something was wrong, very wrong……..the atmosphere just didn’t feel right. Seleucus evidently didn’t feel good either as he was cautiously looking around the entire battlefield with a frown marring his face.
And then the doors of the city swung open to reveal Antigonous. He kept his hands on his hips and was looking at the armies of both his commanders, and Ekaveer’s and Seleucus’s with utter contempt.
He raised his voice to speak addressing, much to Ekaveer’s surprise him.
“I dictate an honor duel! Come, one among you leaders of the army, come and fight me like a true man. Winner takes all!” The man jeered.
All fighting around the city stopped as everyone looked at the Hellenic commander with surprise evident in their faces. Seleucus and Alexander IV quickly rode up to him and said “I will do it.”
“Seleucus, no you are old man by this point. Already in your mid fifties. It is hazardous. I am young and I shall do it.” Alexander IV argued.
“I did not serve in your father’s campaigns not to be a coward in the field of battle young Alexander. I will fight.” Seleucus argued back.
Ekaveer sighed and raised his hand in the air commanding silence. The area went silent as Antigonous looked on from the distance in silence and curiosity.
“I shall go. Nephew, you are too young, you have a kingdom before you and a whole life before you to live. Seleucus, you are old and yoru skill somewhat dimmed by age. I am in my middle ages. Not marred by restrictions like you two.” Ekaveer stated.
“But Uncle!” Alexander IV protested. “What of Aunty? And My cousins? There is a chance you will die!”
“Of course there is.” Ekaveer muttered. “Its called an honor duel for a reason. But the point stands. My wife is strong, and she will get through with my death. My children have inherited her strength and they too shall overcome my death, should it happen. But fear not, I will not die and leave this campaign in tatters.”
“Then why accept it in the first place?” Zoilos roared. “We have the upper hand. Swarm the goddamn city until it surrenders!”
“No.” Ekaveer rumbled quietly. “Look at the army. We have marched from the Indus into Bactria into Sogdiana into Persia into Babylonia into the Levant into Anatolia and into the land of the Hellenes. We have crossed an entire continent! The men are tired, and numerical superiority in this situation is negligent because of their tired mode of fighting.”
“Dammit Ekaveer!” Zoilos roared again. “I hate it when you’re right!”
Ignoring the protests of Alexander IV and Seleucus as well as Zoilos, Ekaveer unstrapped the armor on his chest and unsheathed his Khukuri sword. He closed his eyes and stepped down from his horse and walked towards the gates of the city.
The armies parted aside making way for him as Antigonous waited.
Together they circled each other, with Antigonous’s army forming a semi circle in front of the city walls, and the other portion of the semi circle filled by Ekaveer’s own army reinforced by the Silver Shields.
Ekaveer brandished his Khukuri sword with his right hand as his left hand clenched the shield he was carrying strongly. Antigonous was wielding dual swords, and despite the man’s age, he struck with precision and strength. He tried to stab Ekaveer in the thighs as Ekaveer jumped back in the circle to avoid it. He rolled backward and clenching his left feet launched himself forward and slashed at Antigonous’s frame.
Antigonous raised his swords to block the attack and the blades met each other with a clang. With his chest exposed, Antigonous raised his left feet and kicked Ekaveer in the chest.
Ekaveer stumbled backwards and managed to regain coherence just in time as he rolled sideways to avoid a cleaved slash at his head. Stamping his feet into the ground he managed to block a stabbing attempt with his shield.
Ekaveer managed to push Antigonous back with his shield, making the man loose his footing as he rolled backwards. Ekaveer grunted as he brought down the Kukri in a downward curve only to be disappointed to see that Antigonous had managed to escape.
He sidestepped a stabbing attempt and managed to duck the second sword as he again jumped backwards to keep some amount of distance between himself and the pointy and dangerous blades of Antigonous.
Ekaveer huffed slightly as he felt the air come and go in his nose. The adrenaline running through his veins were pretty strong. He had never been in such a life and death situation for years now, the last one being the fight in Tibet, if Ekaveer remembered correctly. Antigonous took a position and then he ran forward brandishing his swords and aiming for a stab at his stomach.
Ekaveer whirled around slashing down at Antigonous’s swords with his Khukuri as the blades clashed in another deadly clash of blades. Whirling to his left, Ekaveer raised his right knee and slammed it into the chest of Antigonous as the man fell back panting slightly.
Ekaveer not giving Antigonous the time to recuperate lunged forward and brought his Khukuri in a downward curve, however Antigonous knelt down and threw his hands out dispersing muddy sands into Ekaveer’s face. Stumbling backwards, Ekaveer just barely managed to escape a slash. He quickly wiped some of the mud of his face and then clenching his Khukuri ran forward and managed to draw blood as a blood scratch opened up in Antigonous’s calf. Antigonous roared as he lunged forward and managed to draw blood as well as Ekaveer’s thigh burst up in a small blood wound. Ekaveer gritted his teeth and kicked Antigonous away as he panted holding the pain in.
Ekaveer lunged forward and managed to punch Antigonous’s defensive sword posturing away with the butt end of his Khukuri however Antigonous’s smirked and sidestepping Ekaveer, he caught the Maharajah of Nepala and stabbed Ekaveer through the lungs just in time to for Ekaveer to stab Antigonous with the Khukuri and cleave Antigonous’s face out of his body.
Antigonous’s head fell down detached from the body instantly dead, and Ekaveer swayed slightly in the air and fell down to the ground……..dead himself.
A depiction of Ekaveer's dead body being carried by his soldiers.
An Ancient Hellenic Depiction of the Duel between Ekaveer and Antigonous comparing it to the duel of Achilles and Hector.
***
Alexander IV did not know whether to laugh or cry as he sat down in the throne of Pella, the throne of his father. Antigonous had died first and in accordance to the terms of the Honor Duel, Ekaveer his uncle had won, however quickly not even a minute later, Ekaveer himself had died due to the sword stuck inside of him.
The army of Antigonous had surrendered and the Diodachi War was finally over. Alexander IV, now 20 years old, wept for his uncle, wept for his aunt, wept for his cousins and wept for everyone he had lost in this god forsaken war.
Eumenes had been not been able to be consoled and the man was bawling in his private quarters. Zoilos was quiet throughout the entire session and Seleucus was out of character with his distinct quietness.
Rubbing his eyes, he caressed the tears to go away and hiccupped himself to stand up. Putting up a brave face he walked towards the funeral pyre that Ekaveer’s generals from Nepala had made for him, as firewood was collected and created into a bed of sorts with Ekaveer’s body being put on it. Eumenes was sniffling as he looked at the dead body and Seleucus and Zoilos were quiet.
Alexander IV raised his voice to look at his audience, the once 80,000 strong Nepalese Army had been reduced by the war to 50,000, but they stood in attention, not showing any emotion. The citizens of Pella looked at the dead body of Ekaveer with curiosity obviously not knowing who this indic king was. “Citizens of Pella, Army of Nepala, today is sad day……a sad day. Your King is dead!”
The silence he received from the Nepalese army was deafening, as no one even so much as twitched. The Generals and Adhyakshas of Nepalese Army were quietly bowing their head and looking at the dead body of their king somberly.
“But remember him, for even in death, remembrance makes one immortal in the hearts of men!” Alexander IV shouted as a few tears escaped him. “Many of you are veterans of my uncle’s campaigns against the Nanda Dynasty, the Qin Dynasty and the Mauryan Dynasty. I need not explain to you the grandeur of my uncle. The achievements he managed to gain. My father conquered the Achaemenid Empire of the Persians and managed to bring once bitter enemies of Hellenes and Persians to live in peace and coexist together. He conquered the East of the Indus. Let us look at the Maharajah of Nepala. He Conquered the Nanda Dynasty. He drove the Qin Dynasty which unified the mystical lands of China out of Tibet. He defeated the Mauryan Empire in it’s zenith. He marched all the way from the Himalayas and became the first Indic King to cross the Hellespont!”
Alexander took a deep breath and shouted “He is not Ekaveer The King or Ekaveer the Maharajah! Do not sully his name in that manner. He is no ordinary king to deserve that. Kings and Conquerors come and go. However only a select few remain in history as truly different. Calling my uncle in that manner would be a grievous crime. No, do not remember him as Ekaveer the King or Ekaveer the Maharajah. Remember him as Ekaveer the Great!”
Alexander gently picked up the Khukuri of Ekaveer and raised it into the air and spoke in Khas Kura, the language of the Nepalese. “HAR HAR NEPALA! HAR HAR EKAVEER!”
The Nepalese banged their shields with their swords and Khukuris and Sarrisa as they shouted back, as tears from veterans fell freely wetting the nest of Gaia on the earth. “HAR HAR NEPALA! HAR HAR EKAVEER!”
The Hindu Priest who had come along from Ekaveer’s army slowly walked forward with a fire being collected in a stand as it was thrown into the firewood holding Ekaveer’s body. The fire consumed the firewoods and Ekaveer’s body as the fire burned and the army and the men looked on his silence.
As the body turned into ash, the priest gathered the ashes of the body into a jar and closed it.
He looked at Sahil, the Latanta and newly promoted Adhyaksha of the Nepala Army. He nodded at the man and Sahil nodded back. It was Sahil’s duty to return the army back to Nepala. And the soldiers shifted and turned around, and the long march back home for the Nepalese began.
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The Indic People of the Hellenes
- Demetrios Adrastos
- The profound impact of the Nepalese in the Diodachhi War cannot be understated. Many soldiers from the Nepala army, estimated to be around 4,000 men to 10,000 men stayed back in the Hellespont stating that they wished to live in the lands where their king had died. They went on to found the city of Ekaveergara or known in the Hellenic tongue as Byzantion. The Hellenic name quickly overshadowed the actually name, however the city itself remained distinctly Nepalese. The majority of the populace for centuries would remain descendants of the soldiers who intermingled with the Hellenic women of the area, creating a whole new race creole called the ‘Greco-Nepalese’ people by the Hellenes. Their history would be a glorious one.
- Back in the Makedonian Empire itself, the effects were astounding. The Khukuri sword iconic to the Nepalese, quickly became the standard sword of the majority of the armies in Hellenica. And a new age dawned in the lands of the Hellenes and the Persians
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1 and a half year later, 300 BCE, Kasthamandap
Thessalonike fell back to the ground of the main durbar as she saw the jar of ashes with the lettering of her husband on it. Anaxagoras’s sword with which he was practicing strokes in the backyard dropped to the floor with a loud noise and Chrysanthe whimpered as her husband tried to hold her up.
Three separate wails of grief would tear apart the city of Kasthamandap that night.
However the legacy of the great king would live on forever.
***
