Come closer Hamza, said the faint and frail voice.
Hamza looked around. There was nobody and nothing. Stones, Hamza and his grandpa.
I am afraid, said Hamza..looking up to me.
Don't be afraid Hamza, come closer, sit next to me; said the gentle voice.
Grandpa, said Hamza. I can hear the voice, but I can't see anyone. I am afraid.
You are brave Hamza. Very brave. Said the voice.
Even the bravest of Macedonia and Athena dare not approach me, said the
voice very softly. Even Zeus and Apollo would not approach me.
Hamza, you are here. The voice said. You are next to me. Only the bravest
of the brave dare to enter this place. But you Hamza, said the voice slowly
have the honor to sit next to me.
Where am I? Who are you? asked Hamza frightened but brave.
I, my child, said the old female voice gently am the Oracle.
The Oracle of Delphi, the Temple of Apollo, The Sun God, Under Mt. Olympus
the mountain of the gods.
I, said the voice, shall tell you about things..the past, the present and the future. Your grandpa has asked me to tell you. I told him and I shall tell you.
Hamza looked around. Only stones. But they were alive.
My child, said the Oracle, I am old and weak. I cannot see anymore. My memory is failing. It has been thousands of years since anyone spoke to me. Except your grandpa. Thousands of years since I spoke to any human.
I shall speak one more time, Hamza. And never again. So listen carefully.
Let your grandpa sleep. He always sleeps here. I shall tell you about things
starting from that place..
Thousands of years from that time to your time people copy those structures
and follow the man from there. They believe the edifices shall give them power.
They shall make the same mistakes the man from Macedonia made.
Who? asked Hamza.
The son of Philip II King of Macedonia, Athena, Sparta. The general of the
greatest civilization know to man. The birthplace of democracy.
They shall follow Alexander of Macedonia into battle. Then and thousands of years from then.