The soul alone is the same. Kingdoms, Empires, Republics, Dictatorships rise and fall Kings, Emperors, Consuls, Presidents, and Dictators come and go. There have been few people who have withstood the sands of time as well as the Greeks. They fought the legendary battles of Troy under her splendid walls, fighting the Persians at Thermopylae, Marathon and Plataea they eventually drove the Persians back. Alexander the Great, while a Macedonian, spread Greek culture to Egypt to the South to the gates of India in the west though alas, he died young.
For three centuries, Greek culture flourished from Greece to Bactria under Diadochi only to throw herself at Romes feet. But the agony did not last long, for Greek language and culture flourished under the Eastern Roman Empire, despite the infusion of Christianity. The Eastern Roman Empire would cease to be a Latin Roman one, but a Greek Empire in all but name. It would flourish for a millennium only to come crashing down with the Battle of Manzikert, and only pushed further with the sacking of Constantinople by the Fourth Crusade. The rest is history, 4 centuries of shame under the Ottoman Thumb. Greece would emerge, battered but never more a nation to be reckoned with.
God (ancient Judaic texts claimed it was Mod) was merciful after all, and Greece would be given a second chance. Zeus willing, Greece shall do her duty and change the fate of time and history. That was why I was sent back. I am Link (no relation to Zelda). Ordained by the New Gods, seeing the world of idleness that was to be I was sent back. Greek discipline, Greek courage, Greek Determination, and the Greek hatred of idlers shall enter all societies, for those were the greatest traits. There are more ways for a culture to spread then through the sword and the spear. That was why I was sent back.
68 years ago, I appeared nothing but a small stone. The will of the New Gods were upon me and by divine will and chance, I became the lucky stone of Niciades then nothing but a bright young lad. I influenced him, made him ambitious and yearn for greatness, for an unified strong Greece. The Samnites, the other Oligarchs, and the Trojans were all dangers and they were all gone or non-threatening now. That was the price Greeces enemies paid, with blood and iron. It was I, who spoke to Niciades in the guise of visions, to do what he did. The Night of Long Knives, the War against Troy, it was all my doing. The New Gods will be pleased for I have done all I can.
And the future? I do not know, perhaps the New Gods do but they are beyond satisfying the curiosity of things like me. Perhaps Greece shall flourish, perhaps Greece shall fail. It doesnt matter, for Greece has had her moment in the sun. Niciade is dying, and I with him. For we are bonded, he and I. Though I do not fear the shadow that is the future, for his successors are skilled. Alexandroks shall do well, I have no doubt. He has his fathers brains, and his mothers skill with words. The future is grim no doubt, but I knew why I was sent back.
I am satisfied with death for I never truly lived
But otherwise it's not that bad for 9 months. 
Compared to my sister... *shivers* 
Gouyu would be Language of the Dogs or Language of the Kingdom
