Bucephalus

Dangerous power emanated from the big, muscular horse.

King Philip II of Macedon was a bit of an equestrian, always on the lookout for powerful, fast horses to be used in his endless conquests. When the Thessalian merchant brought the beautiful black steed to his court, Philip had to have him.

After repeated attempts to tame this horse they called Bucephalus, nothing worked. The horse would immediately rear up and throw anyone who tried to mount him off, violently ending their ambitions to ride this most magnificent muscular machine.

Today, an electricity ran among the crowd that had gathered under the sweltering sun, their voices a low murmur, thick with anticipation. Bucephalus’s rippling musculature underneath a shining black coat hinted at the incredible potential, if only this horse could be tamed, but the wide and darting eyes reflected a world of threats.

When Bucephalus snorted, everyone flinched.

Into this little circle, a 13-year-old kid confidently stepped. This was Alexander,…