AndyB_writes

Born in exile, Pyrrhus of Epirus rises to reclaim his lost kingdom, proving himself a warrior as fierce as his ancestor, Achilles. From the battlefields of Greece to the war-torn lands of Italy, he wages war against powerful enemies, including Macedon, Rome, and shifting allies who betray him at every turn. As he builds an empire through blood and conquest, Pyrrhus seeks not just victory, but immortality—a place among the greatest legends of history.

But war demands sacrifice. And the price of ambition is steep.


Years after his father’s fall, Alexander II of Epirus is forced into exile, raised in a land of warriors. As a young king, he reclaims his throne and seeks to restore his father’s legacy. But he soon faces an even greater threat—Rome, an empire that will not bow to kings or gods.

Outnumbered and surrounded by betrayal, Alexander must decide what kind of ruler he will be—one who fights for his people, or one who fights for history. As war consumes the land, his destiny unfolds in a battle that will determine not only his fate, but the fate of all who defy the rise of an empire.

Crown and Blood

Alexander opened his eyes, but he was no longer in Rome. No longer in chains. No longer bleeding.

He stood in a vast empty space, surrounded by towering marble pillars and an endless sky of gold.

The air was still, yet heavy with something divine.

Alexander turned, and before him stood Themis—the goddess of divine justice.

She was beautiful and terrible, her robes flowing like mist, her eyes cold as judgment itself.

"You know why I am here," he said.

She raised her hand, and visions of his life flickered before him.

His father, Pyrrhus, leading armies to glory.

His exile, growing strong among the Illyrians.

His wars against Rome and Macedon.

His betrayal, his final battle, the fall of Epirus.

And then—Drakon's lifeless body in the mud.

Alexander's jaw tightened. "I fought for my people."

Themis's expression did not change. "You fought for war."

She gestured again, and new visions appeared.

His name, remembered not as a savior, but as a warning.

Alexander's fists clenched. "I tried to save them."

"You tried to be a king," she said. "But you were meant for something greater."

"The war is not over, Alexander of Epirus. Rome seeks to build an empire that will control all. They believe in a world without rebellion, without resistance. They call it peace."

She stepped closer, placing a hand on his chest.

"They wish to forge a new order of absolute power. A world without free men. A world where Rome rules all, forever."

Alexander's breath slowed. "And you want me to stop them."

Themis nodded. "You will not do it as a king. Kings are chained by their crowns."

She raised her hand. The chains that had once bound Alexander in the real world shattered.

"You will do it as something else," she whispered. "A prophet."

For so long, he had fought for Epirus.

Now, he would fight for something greater.

Themis stepped back into the golden mist, her voice fading.

He was back in the Roman dungeon, chained to the walls of a darkened cell.

Footsteps echoed outside. A Roman guard approached.

Alexander's fingers curled into a fist.

With a final breath, he twisted his chains, snapping them free.

The guard barely had time to react before Alexander struck him down, stealing his dagger.

He stepped out into the night, the cold Roman air filling his lungs.

Above him, the stars stretched into infinity.

But for the first time, Alexander was free.

And Rome had no idea what was coming...

Judgment of Themis