The Adventures of Maya, July 356 BC
The pain was excruciating- when will this end she thought. The sweat across her forehead was becoming a small stream. A few seconds later the contraction ended and Myrtale had time to think.
“Maya, how much longer?”
Maya responded, “Just one or two more.”
Maya noticed a sweat drop on Myrtale’s forehead start as a small droplet, then slowly build until the force of gravity on its increasing weight caused it to roll off of the shimmering skin, slowly at first, then picking up momentum as it found the curve of the forehead.
Maya was remembering just two hundred years ago, stealing away a newborn to save its life, not realizing the impact the next ten years would have on her. Maya became, for a short while, a mother. Leaving young Cyrus was the hardest thing she had ever done. She remembered the joys of smiles, when Cyrus took his first step, the hugs, the smiles at small successes, the joy of sharing adventure and the excitement of discovery, watching stars at night together and telling stories of wonders of far off places that seemed magical to young Cyrus. And Maya remembered the hard lessons of life, the first animal kill and gutting, which became an object lesson for young Cyrus. Maya was going to give Myrtale every bit of steering and guidance she was capable of over the next few years.
“A-A-H-H” screamed Myrtale as the pain being ripped in two seared through her entire body.
“Baby is on its way. Keep pushing…” said Maya.
And then they heard the sound of a soft gurgle as the newborn choked out the fluids from its lungs and tried its first gasp. That was followed by an ear piercing cry. Maya lightly chuckled, and said, “A very healthy young prince.” as she took wet cloths to wipe and clean up the young baby to be presented to his mother.
This same year in Rome, the first plebeian dictator is chosen, of little concern to this part of the world, although by now four hundred years into its existence, Rome was finding its cadence, a growing storm on the horizon.
Maya wrapped the newborn prince in a small blanket and gently placed him on his mothers chest.
King Philip had just returned from drills with his army. They were practicing their new tactical maneuver, one that had been yielding battlefield results.
Philip was pacing outside the room, in the hallway. A young servant girl who had just arrived in the room with fresh water told Maya that Philip was in the hall wanting to know how Olympias and his child were doing. Maya smiled, looked over at mother and son intent on their time together, put her hand on the young girls shoulder, and said, “I’ll go tell him.” And then walked out.
Upon seeing Maya Philip immediately stepped toward her, saying rather loudly in his deep commanding voice, “How is Olympias?”
Maya stood, and looking sternly at Philip, said, “Olympias and your son are doing great. Now, keep that voice down. Go clean yourself and then come back to meet your young prince.”
Philip was a bit nervous, which was unusual for him. He had to take just a moment to consider his options, of which he could see from Maya’s stance, he had none.
“Okay. I’ll be back shortly.”
Philip turned and marched out, and Maya turned and walked back into the room, saying, “Philip will be here in a few minutes. I sent him away to get clean.”
Across the following years, the early years of young Alexander, Maya grew closer to Myrtale, who had shed that name in favor of the name given by her husband, the King. She now went by Olympias. Maya was able to show Olympias how important a wealth of knowledge would be to her young prince. Together they told stories of the greatest king ever, King Alexander. The stories Maya created told about Alexanders superior intelligence, how he was able to discern whom to keep close and whom to avoid. Olympias, believing these stories to be the future outcome, put in motion getting the smartest people to educate young Alexander. Philip was more interested in his military. Over time the arguments between Philip and Olympias grew, yet she remained steadfast in her dedication to young Alexanders highest possible education.
By the time Alexander was 10, Maya had been a close friend of Olympias for for 15 years, and had not changed, grown older, across that time. Rumors were spreading that Maya was a sorcerous. Maya left, heading for Athens, to investigate a school she had been hearing about, Plato’s Academy, as a kind of emissary for Olympias and Alexander.
Who is Hank M. Greene?
“I am what I said I am, a storyteller. But, you may be asking, from whence did I come and to where do I go? ‘Ten’ holds the key to where I go, and it’s to be determined from whence I came.”