text: Birds circle overhead, and a light breeze shuffles through the air. It is a perfect day to be outside. What do you plan to do?
  
  > go tree climbing
  You aren't particularly in the mood for anything too intensive, so tree climbing it is. There is something inherently satisfying and relaxing about climbing a tree and sitting atop it's branches. The real hard part was finding a good tree to do the climbing.
  
  While the immediate area around the temple was flat, plain terrain, there were still quite a few trees scattered about. You see several pines and cypruses, but you ignore them. If you were really going to do this, then you were going to find a nice large oak tree.
  
  You search for a good solid fifteen minutes before finding the perfect one. Tall and thick, the oak's branches wind around the wooden beast. Green dots of its iconic leaves sprout all around, standing as an example of life in its prime to anyone who is blessed enough to see it. such displays of magnificence were rare, and not only did you have the opportunity to see it, but to climb it as well.
  
  Smiling you approach the beast. The first branch stands several feet above your head, and it is clear you won't just be able to jump and reach it.
  
  > use the tree to propel yourself into the air
  You take a deep breath and run at the tree, and when you get there you jump at the tree, plant a foot on its side, then propel yourself up to the first branch. You barely manage to grab on with your right hand. You pull yourself up from there, and soon enough you're sitting atop the first branch. After that the going gets easier, for after the first branch branches sprout galore.
  
  Your next challenge comes a few minutes later. You are farther up the tree, and the farther you go up the less limbs there are to grab. You've managed to get to the point where here's pretty much only one tree limb that you can grab easily. Any other one would be significantly more difficult, but this isn't usually a problem because the easy limb is usually there. Usually. The part you're at has had its limb broken off near the trunk. You don't know how it happened, but you do know that there are very few options for continuing forward.
  
  > leap past it to the next highest branch
  You briefly look down, then regret it. You are very high up in the tree, and any falling could very well kill you. You've already made your mind, however, and ready yourself to make the jump to the next highest branch. You take a breath then start to jump...but lip instead. You forgot to factor in that when you would start to jump the branch might quake under your weight and bend. This did, in fact, happen and you start to fall through the air, but only for a second. Luckily for you, you didn't slip and fall very far from the branch, so manage to keep one hand on the branch.
  
  You pull yourself back onto the branch, and rethink your choices.
  
  > use the stump part of the branch to climb
  The tree limb was broken off, but you think you can still use the stump left as a foothold to get up higher in the tree. Dangerous, sure, but the results would be worth it.
  
  You wrap your arms around the tree at the highest point possible and start to shimmy up until your foot is on top of that stump. The foothold is just as sturdy as you thought it would be, and from there it's easy to grab the next branch.
  
  You continue your journey up the tree, but the higher you get the slower you go. The branches get smaller and you aren't sure if some of them will even hold you. Still you press on as far as you think you can go without the branches simply breaking under your weight.
  
  You get the highest, sturdiest branch possible and gaze out over the fields of the the temple. The view is breathtaking. You see a few people riding horses in the distance, including Hephaestion. Cassander and a few other are practicing swordplay in the sparring part of the field. It all looks fantastic, but there's something yet that bothers you. You look up and see the highest branch possible. Something deep within you yearns to be at the top of that. To show the world that you conquered this tree.
  
  > continue climbing
  You are Alexander, Prince of Macedon, chosen of Artemis, and damn good at climbing trees. You aren't about to let a stick or two get in the way of you standing at the top of this tree.
  
  You immediately set back to work in climbing the beast. The branches are rather flimsy, but you find that so long as you stay light of foot the trees don't snap, even though you do hear precarious creaking noises.
  
  Eventually you make your way, yes, all the way to the very top branch. Despite being rash in making the decision to continue onward in the first place, you are cautious now, for you'd rather not die. You put one foot on the branch at a time, and in a long moment you find yourself standing at the very top of the tree.
  
  If you thought there was a great view before, then you were wrong. Those sturdy branches could never attain the brilliance of the view that you now held. You think you could even see Mieza from here. You start whooping and yelling in excitement. It was truly a good choice for you to come up here. The mild risk of danger held no sway on you any longer, for you start pumping a fist in the air in your fit of elation.
  
  Then you hear the cracking. You don't have anytime to react before the branch you are on snaps and you are sent tumbling into the air beneath you. You hit branch after branch and pain courses through your veins. You feel many of your bones break before your head collides with a rather thick branch knocking you out. You fall for just a few more seconds wherein you hit the ground beneath with a resoundingly solemn thud. You never wake up again.
  
  > Epilogue
  Hearing the crash, many people come to see what happened only to find your bruised broken body lying mixed with leaves and branches.
  
  News of your death spreads, and your father has Aristotle executed for not fulfilling his job as your temporary guardian. The entire country is thrown into bouts of grief when they hear their precious prince died. Your mother commits suicide in her grief, and that leaves your father surrounded by misery and grief. A few years later Macedon falls victim to revolts, and ultimately conquered by Athens.
  
  Years later you are remembered as a failure of a prince who was destined for greatness, yet was felled by a tree.