The conversations that filled the air all echoed of past victories, grand achievements; some stories lost to time and history, some no text book would ever mention, all of them remembered here, within the place Hephaestion resides when not summoned into the living world. Great generals and valorous, brave foot-soldiers alike shared the space; among them also were the memories of philosophers, thinkers, as Hephaestion was well liked by their kind as well, in life. Tables sprawled out for seemingly endless distances and each of them was filled with a mingling of minds.
The largest table contained a few empty seats - one at the side, Hephaestion’s own, a few others littered about as the memories of great people moved about the area - fetching drink, food, seeking other conversations. At the head of this table was a larger seat, empty, forever unoccupied. Even in death, Alexander is his King. Even despite knowing Alexander, also a Heroic Spirit, will likely never reside here, Hephastion’s world has a place for him.
“I promised you a place to come home to, Ganymede.” He smiles, turns, takes in the sight of the small prince shrinking away, holding back. “...you do not have to be frightened of this place. It is your home now, just as much as mine, just as much as theirs. You never have to return to your cage - god’s be damned, I promise you that, if nothing else. No matter how many times you are summoned to fight outside, you may always return here. Come, let’s drink. We have just returned from one of the greatest battles known to man.”
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