Charlie’s myth

It’s been a long time coming, but Charlie’s myth is finally ready and ready for the world to read. An epic story, it  spans continents and stars a deeply flawed hero. You won’t be able to stop yourself reading. Put aside some time and make yourself a drink. Ladies and gentlemen we present to you…

Pythagorous and the North Atlantic

Ocean Adventures

Chapitite 1

After a terrible war that King Argolotus lost, King Maldukar had power to summon a dreadful beast on King Argolotus’ land. Every month the awful beast (named Eilrahc) came and ruined crops, stole precious fuel, and destroyed homes, but worst of all he ate sixty-five people big or small, pretty or ugly, he didn’t care as long as it was sixty-five people.

People were now starting to complain or leave the city state because the smaller the numbers, the more chance of them dying. After ten years of this madness, King Argolotus sent out a last chance saloon, blind dog message to the city state, asking for a hero. If this hero did not turn up before the next attack – in 24 days – Argolotus would burn his kingdom like a dummy Guy Fawkes on Bonfire night. The king was pleading for a hero as if he was a dirty murderer saying, “It was manslaughter I’m innocent!”

When King Argolotus’ knights were announcing the message they described the kingdom as a bull ring with the people being tormented more and more. Thank the gods that one man heard this and a cheeky, happy smile rose upon his face, while his heart was pumping pure delight and his toes were tingling with excitement. Whilst he was sprinting down the dusty, cobble path, he noticed another man, whom he thought had the same idea as himself.

When he got home he took a piece of paper and a quill then got to work. Soon the letter got sent to the king and Pythagerous left himself nervously waiting. As scared as a cow at a slaughter house, he waited silently at the great market. The hero was soon announced, suddenly a little sprout shot up to an ear to ear grin on Pythagerous’ humble face. He was a little girl skipping in a lush, green meadow with the most amazing flowers surrounding him, there was that much joy in him. However, now it was time to prepare, he had a big quest in front of him.

Chapitite 2

Eventually, after a long time of planning, Pythagoras said to the king,

“I won’t be back for the next attack, as I need search for equipment to kill Eilrahc.” King Argolotus knew he had to agree, then gave him the bravest and toughest men in his empire (or what was left of it). Daringly, King Argolotus gambled by giving him the most expensive ship in Greece.

Soon Pythagerous and his men set sail to South America where they could find the ingredients to poison Eilrahc, drugs. On the ship everything was beautiful, all the wooden planks were glazed finely. The sails had spectacular silk woven by the ladies of Athens, who gave it to King Argolotus many years ago.

When they were near their destination they came across two massive cliffs with a narrow passage in the middle of them. The only way through would be the gap, but there was one slight problem, and Pythagerous knew what it was. Once you were in the passage, the rocks started to come in against you, the only way you could go through was going at top speed with the current on your side to gain extra speed. Annoyingly, the currents were against them, although the thing was, if they stayed where they were and set camp for the night they would freeze to death.

Pythagerous ordered a big burst through the rocks; it is said that if you make it through the first 200 yards it is a heck of a lot easier from then onwards. Awkwardly, Pythagerous shouted “charge!” then they started flying through the waves like a speed boat going out for its first ride.

The boat was approaching the first 200 yards, the crew started partying. When they did make it to the 200 yard mark, it was easy. what was said was right. Now all there was, was a 500 yard cruise to the end in which they would have five hours (when it got dark) to complete. The cliffs wouldn’t crunch together, there was no rush, this was the life.

Chapitite 3

Madly, a hydra appeared out of nowhere and climbed aboard the ship. Its red eyes were glaring in fury, and all five heads had a sharp tooth smile that could scare Hercules. Petrified, one person screamed, the beast slashed out its tail and whacked him. Its green scaly, skin gave the poor man cuts all over, and when he got hit by the hydra’s tail, his head smacked against the mast and gave him brain damage. Then it got worse; two other people screamed and paid the same price. The crew were terrified lest all of them should be killed by the hydra. Sweating, Pythagoras realised that he would have to kill the hydra; he got his sword and crept up behind the Hydra and then pulled back his sword…

All the crew gasped with anticipation except for the people with brain damage who started singing,

“Tra la la la la la, who likes pigs? Tra la la la la la I like pigs!” This was when the hydra noticed that something was going on so he turned round and saw Pythagoras. Immediately, the hydra spat a fireball out of his mouth; Pythagoras just managed to jump out of the way. Annoyed, the hydra went to splurt out another fireball. Sadly for him, he had a rock in his throat, thrown in by one of the crew members, so he got the fire trapped in his throat and set himself alight. The hydra’s heart and lungs got burnt to a frazzle, so, to cut a long story short, he died.

After this madness, all of the crew were hungry. However there was nothing to eat. Eventually Pythagoras said,

“We’ll have to eat the hydra.” The others complained. One crewman said,

“Erm, I heard that you had to do a dance to make the hydra nice, or it will come back to life and eat you up.” Pythagoras wasn’t sure if that was a little tale for toddlers, he thouht it was like saying, “If you don’t eat your greens the vegetable monster will get you!” Pythagoras was having none of this hoo hah. In the end they didn’t regret eating it because it tasted like gammon.

Once they were through the two cliffs it seemed like an easy ride, infact it couldn’t have been any easier until…

Chapitite 4

They met an evil sorcerer named Draco. He said that he wanted three of Pythagoras’ crew or he would burn the ship and kill them all. Pythagerous asked if there were any brave volunteers. Obviously, no one stood forward. Draco was a fine youth, although if you looked him in the eye and studdied his sly, but muscular body carefully you could tell he was one of the meanest men in Greece. Sighing and weeping, Pythagerous came up with a decision-he knew there was no point arguing sorcerer so-he decided to send the three brain damaged people, even though he would regret for the rest of his life. Pythagerous tried to sail away quickly, but then Draco called out,

“Nice doing business with you!” A smile then slashed across his pale face with his black cape flying high in the wind.

It was obvious Pythageras didn’t want to go on anymore, he was crying his eyes out saying over and over he made the wrong decision. Relieved, the crew landed on the coast of Brazil,they knew their captain would have to come out of his cabin. Reluctantly, Pythagoras pulled away from the muscly arm gripping him, but it was no use; the crew pulled him out onto the beaches of Brazil. On the beach everything changed. Pythagoras became so relaxed. Was it the baby’s bottom soft beach? Or the beauty and views around him? Whatever it was he was in love with it. To him, it was like a man having a hard day at work and then coming home to tea and his favourite meal on the sofa watching TV with his wife. Paradise indeed!

Once most of the novelty wore off, they started to trek into the rainforest and across the Amazon. The rainforest they went through was like another dimension to Pythagoras and his crew, he had never seen anything like it. Green leaves oiled over him, loads of water kept on drenching him, but he was used to much harder conditions so he didn’t mind.

They got to a mountain after eight long days of trekking through the rainforest. They met a few snakes , but Pythagoras’ men killed them. Up on the tip of the mountain, a sweet sounding voice called out,

“Hello down there, do you want to come up?” Pythagoras didn’t know what this meant although he did shout ‘Yes please’ in reply.

Suddenly the ground started to shake and Pythagoras and his men were lifeted into the air, they started floating to the tip of the mountain. In three minutes time they were up at the top. The voice they heard was a fine maiden. She told them that she was the daughter of an air wizard, someone who could do anything in the air. That was how she got them up to the top. The lovely voice asked,

“Why are you here handsome fella?”

“We need drugs to kill this evil beast named Eilrahc.”

“No way, not Eilrahc!”

“What do you mean?”

“Even the gods can’t defeat Eilrahc. I will give you all the help I can, and trust me that’s a lot. Oh, did I forget to mention that my dad’s best friend with Zeus, that will help you on your quest. Plus I know where all the drugs are that you’ll need. I only ask one small request”…

“Well, what?”

“You marry me!”

“Uh…okay”

“You promise?”

“Ur…Yes I do.” Pythagoras didn’t sound half as confident as the beautifully blond haired maiden. He then said,

“I will only marry after the quest and if we succeed.” This was so she didn’t go mad and start sending out wedding invitations to family straight away. Trying to change the conversation, Pythagoras asked,

“Where are the drugs?”

“Right here, Smoochy poochy!”

“Really? We are standing on them?”

“Yes, Cuddle bottom!”

“Oh! And by the way, just call me Pythagoras.”

“Oops, sorry!”

When they had their drugs they said their ‘goodbyes’ and ‘thank yous’. Then the maiden’s dad said,

“Zeus will be watching over you and helping you.”

Finally they left the mountain top. It took twenty five minutes to get to the boat because of the maiden’s magical powers. During the journey, something occurred to Pythagoras; he asked the lady,

“What’s your name?”

“Did I forget to tell you? Well, anyway, it’s Pandora.”

“Oh, what a nice…name!”

The sea was wonderful; a calm breeze, gentle waves splashing against the ship. They were now on their way to finding Eilrahc. Nothing was better than cruising peacefully over the North Atlantic Ocean. Every little gust of wind and spray of water was magnificent, it was like….well it was so good you couldn’t describe it.

Suddenly, the boat shook a little. Pythagoras thought that it was just a small rock they’d hit, but it happened again and again. Awkwardly, the boat started rocking, nerves were spreading around the ship. What could this be? In addition, horrible gurgling noises from below the water were heard. Worryingly, a major rumble shook the boat and it nearly capsized. Then, all of a sudden a mighty creature dashed above the water; it was Eilrahc. His many eyes shone in the sun, his gruesome smile glittered and hissed, the four other heads rose up. The one-eyed heads keot their terrifying looks. Pythagoras tried not to look at the eyes for more than ten seconds, it was hard, but he managed not to. All the crew were gasping with terror, their whole bodies were shaking like lightning had just struck them. They were petrified.

Pythagoras noticed the two smallest heads, they had the meanest eyes ever. One of them shot a blade out of its nose; Pythagoras tried to move out of its way but it still skimmed him on the arm and left him with a bloody cut. The heads looked dry and flaky, but they were as strong as saxon shields. Eilrahc’s body had red stripes running across it, they looked like they could poison you, when in reality they could do something that was even worse: they could paralyse you for twenty years. None of the body looked kind, but then it wasn’t meant to! Half of the crew were willing to surrender, however Pythagoras wouldn’t dare. The green skin looked like a sign saying,“Bog off, I hate you!” It was that inviting!

Everything had turned upside down for Pythagoras, except for one thing. He heard a scream that sounded like Pandora. He was hoping and crossing his fingers that she died. Eventually, Pythagoras plucked up the courage to get te drugs and poison Eilrahc. The thing was Eilrahc only protected his heart so it should be impossible to drug him up. Pyuthagoras and one of his crewmen tried throwing the drugs at Eilrahc. Eilrachc’s response was……well, he ate the crewman up. Unbelievably fortunately, when the crewman had been tracking through the rainforest he had been struck by a tillikore that was now stuck to him. A tillikore is a little insect that, if it got inside Eilrach, would turn his body inside out and guts would splurt everywhere.. So basically, what happened was….well I won’t describe it! Pythagoras saw the man Eilrahc ate. He must’ve swallowed the crewman whole. He smelt funny so Pythagoras thought it would be best to leave him.

They were now sailing just north of the Cape Verde islands on their wat back to Greece with smiling faces all around. When they were approaching the Canary Islands the boat rumbled in the same way when Eilrahc attacked. How could that be? Then the answer clicked in everyone’s minds like the last piece of a jigsaw. Even if Eilrahc’s body turned inside out it didn’t mean that he was dead, he could just heal himself then come back for revenge. Bad news! All the crew were drunk, they thought that Eilrahc was dead. One crewman was even on drugs. When Pythagoras realised, he chucked him overboard.

Again Eilrahc emerged from the water; he was prepared to fight to the death and so was Pythagoras. Eilrachc opened one of his mouths and tried to suck Pythagoras in. Pythagoras darted behind a mast for cover. Next, he jumped out and drew his sword and had a slash at the monster. Eilrahc ducked out of the way. As a response to the move, Eilrahc used one of his noses to try and knock Pythagoras out. However, he didn’t know about the brave hero’s shield. He used it to guard his face from the noxious fumes, then grabbed a cloth to cover his mouth and his nose. Pythagoras found some sharp wood and lobbed it at the main head. Quite a few eyes popped out and blood was pouring everywhere. Eilrahc smashed one of his spiked heads through the planks where Pythagoras was standing. He just managed to jump out of the way, then he pulled out his sword and chopped one of the heads off. Pythagoras put the head in his hands and threw it as hard as he could at Eilrahc’s connection oval. Eilrachc managed to avoid it hitting his vital organ – the connection oval – but instead it hit his heart, another vital organ. Everybody heard a deafening ‘Aaaarrgghhh’, but theyt didn’t care as Eilrahc fell to his death on the sea bed.

All the crew were full of joy, as happy as South africa getting to host the world cup. Pandora, who had earlier managed to avoid death, kept on saying to Pythagoras,

“Ooh, you’re the bravest.” Pythagoras soon had enough of this, he had to find a way to dump her. He couldn’t just say, ‘I dump you’ because she could fly away back toher dad, her dad would tell zues and Pythagoras would be killed. Then something strange happened. One of the crew members came up to pythagoras and said,

“What’s your wish?”

“What do you mean?” Pythagoras replied warily.

“Well, if you kill Eilrahc, you’re allowed a wish.”

“Who from?”

“I dunno, it’s a wish.”

“Cool!”

Pythagoras immediately ordered the crew to stop at the Canary Islands for a aprty to celebrate their victory over Eilrahc.

When they reached the island everyone got drunk except Pythagoras, who had a plan to dump Pandora. Therefore, he couldn’t get drunk. When Pandora was really tipsy, Pythagoras loaded her up with some of the drugs they’d found on the mountain. She went dozy, so every half an hour he gave her more until she fell into a deep sleep.

Te next day Pythagoras told his crew that he had drugged Pandora to the max. He said that they could now get away. Then he made his wish. He wished Pandorawou;d truly suffer and nobody would never know except her, not even the gods. This meant that Pythagoras could get away with Zues watching over him and not knowing.

When they were near home, one sly tubby girl named Piccalo Martin thought it would be funny to start a rumour that Pythagoras had failed. Somehow the rumour got out and King Argolatus burnt his kingdom to pieces. Then the king jumped into the flames and killed himself.

Pythagoras sailed up to the harbour, he couldn’t wait to tell everyone the good news. When he saw the devastation he asked himself,

“What’s going on here?” He heard a sly, tubby little girl giggling, she being stupid and foolish told Pythagoras the whole story. Pythagoras relied ‘okay’ then strangled the girl to death. She was kicking and throwing her arms all over the place; it was no use, she died.

As everyone was dead and the city was in flames, Pythagoras decided to go for a swim. He spent a long time under water, a very long time, a very very long time under water. Slowly, his body emerged from the water, although his eyes were closed and he laid there in the shape of a starfish. Everyone silenced!

Leila’s myth

Leila’s myth is in the Greek style and is epic in scope with some romance thrown in as well.

Deptagon and Antandian

Noble king Eragona sighed. The hideous monster slug, Deptagon, was freely roaming the land of Eragonia. Before, children had scrambled over rocks on the plains without the threat of death at any moment, but now, well that was impossible. Calling to Antandian, a noble young yeoman, he bade him bring the poster calling heroes to the palace.

“Shred it,” he said, waving an airy hand. “There is no hope of heroes now.”

“Oh, no, my lord, we cannot do that!” cried Antandian, horrified. “Although, I do have a plan….”

Two hours later Antandian was walking hurriedly over the grasslands on the outskirts of the city when he met an old man.

“And hello!” said he “I am Antandian, a hero, travelling to slay the monster Deptagon.” For the young man’s plan, a noble plan, had been to travel to Asguard, the monster’s lair, and kill, or else die screaming there.

“I am Iran,” replied the elder, “ I eat heroes for dinner! I cannot let thee pass if thy is not worthy, no?”

“True, but of course I am worthy! I will show thee! I travel far to slay the evil Deptagon!”

“A poisonous snake roams these lands. If you can defeat this reptile you may pass.” Iran, feeling confident of Antandian’s death, led Antandian to a small cave.

Entering, Antandian saw a vicious snake curled on the cold, stone floor. With a blood-curdling war-cry, he raised his sword, and, after a long pause, slayed the wicked beast in one blow. Leaving it dead on the stone, he left, smarting from a snag of the monster’s poisonous jaws. Dipping his wound in magical healing herbs, he confronted the old man.

“I have slayed the beast!” said the hero. “May I pass?”

“Go ahead!” regoiced Iran. “All the land thanks you!” So Antandian carried on with his journey.

When he came to Olympia, home of the gods, Andantian met a beautiful lady.

“I am Janovi, daughter to Athena. I have been waiting for you.” She smiled at him, and he felt safe with her.

As they travelled deeper into the heart of Olympia, Antandian sighted a great palace standing apon a high cliff.

“And who owns that mighty stronghold?” asked he, speaking softly. Janovi smiled. What a handsome young youth this man was!

“That is the castle of your lost father, Herious.”

“No! You cannot speak truly!” Antandian cried in astonishment.

“You can meet him if you wish.”

Andantian plunged towards the palace, wild with exitement. Bursting into the elaborately-decorated hall, he cried,

“Father, I have come!” Herious rose, and, striding towards him, ripped open Antandian’s tunic and showed a birthmark, bright against the pale skin.

“You are indeed my son.” Herious rumbled.

They stayed together for the rest of the day.

Janovi and Andantian became firm friends, and on the morrow Janovi gave Andantian a gift.

It was her mother’s helmet, terrible yet so beautiful, too. Andantian excepted it gratefully.

But Dianous, second son of Zeus, and former lover of Janovi, heard of this, and plotted to kill Janovi because of her betrayal. The night before Janovi’s death, Andantian and Janovi met for one last time. Andantian wished to complete his deadly task, but Janovi wanted him to stay in Olympia. They quarrelled, and parted. Wishing for revenge. Andantian complained bitterly to both Zeus and Hierious, but neither took sides. The next morning Athena woke to find Janovi dead, and, having heard of Andantian’s complaints the night before, she believed it to have been him who killed Janovi, and also who took her wonderous helmet.

She drove him out, and once again he took to wandering the wasteland. But he was near to Deptagon now, so he could not give up. He trudged wearily on, wishing to meet the monster, and one day his wish was granted.

He came to a sandy plateau, and apon that plateau ther was an enormous cave. Creeping silently along the passageway, sword at the ready, he sighted a monsterous creature. Pulling down the visor of Athena’s amazing helmet to keep him safe from the awesome stare of the monster’s hypnotic eyes, he advanced. After a bloody battle he managed to defeat the monster. Ripping off his helmet, Andantian was able to get a closer look at the bloody carcass. It was like a three headed slug, with roots round its middle so it could sink into the ground disguised as tree roots. One mouth was shooting fireballs, while another seemed to be breathing out unhappiness, so Andantian left quickly. Taking Deptagon’s ugly middle head, he started the long journey back to Eragonia.

When he arrived at the city, many people spilled out of their houses to greet him. When they learnt what he had done, and how he was so cruelly treated in Olympia, the citizens were angry. But Andantian calmed them, and nothing was harmed.

But then the chancelor roused him, and, speaking to the crowd, demanded a reward for this noble man.

“Dost thou not have prizes, noble, or you,merchant?”

But Andantian shushed him, and told him that he needed nothing. Still he is remembered, though, and his statue stnds in Eragonia to this day.

Jack’s Myth

In this Bob Dylan (not the 60s folk star) takes on the evoil Firehead…

Bob And The Firehead

A long time ago in Athens it was steaming hot day. King Angus was having a party until disaster struck. A knife came flying through the window and hit a guest in the chest, and he died.

Petrified, King Angus held his friend in his arms. There was a note saying, “We have come for you. Turn around. Firehead” They all looked around and there he was coming through the window. They all ran. King Angus looked back to the palace they had come from.

After the disaster they all went back to the building, but there was nothing left of it. So King Angus sent a letter to the king of the Greeks to come and kill Firehead and his minions. When King Mine heard about this he decided to send his son, Bob Dylan, to go and help Athens.

Chapter 2 The Arrival

It was a long time to get to Athens. There were all sorts of wild creature’s who were in the ocean like crocodiles, jelly fish. He finally made it into the castle but he was soon arrested for coming into Athens.

When King Angus saw that Bob had been arrested he said,

“ Let him go he is helping us to kill the beasts.” Before the day he went to find the beasts, they had a dinner that was delicious. Suddenly, the Firehead and the Firebyes hit the building.

When he saw the beasts the freaky god came down and scared the beasts away. Scared, King Angus was hiding behind table. Bob told him “ It was only a god.

Chapter 3 the objects

When King Angus calmed down the god said,

“ I am here to help you I am giving you a lamp which shows you the way.” Bob took the item and went back to his house. All night he was thinking what might happen when he went on his mission.

Then something struck the house. He had to react quickly before he died. As hard as a rhino, he pushed the door down and went to the palace.

On the way there he ran into the Firehead. He was hard to see.

Chapter 4 The finding??

On his way there he saw a goddess named Crawler. She was soft. She told him,

“ Here is a flying car to help you”.

He whispered “ Thank you”. As soon as she gave him the keys he was off and running. He had nothing to worry about because he had a lamp which showed him the way. It took him a long time to see the Firehead but he saw them come out. He looked whence it came from and it was dark as night.

The flying car went down a couple of metres away from the cave. He had to be careful what he did. He waited till the Firebyes came out and he jumped on one. Unafraid, Bob took his sword out and hit them all down like a tornado. Bob went into the cave. Bob mumbled, “ I am scared “.

Chapter 5 The Fight and the journey home!!!!

The Firehead was in his favourite corner in the whole cave. So Bob walked in the cave and held his sword and held it up high. The Firehead came storming out and came and hit Bob down. Bob got right back up and hit the Firehead in it’s weak spot. He walked out the cave and left the Firehead dead.

Bob made it safely home. But King Mine had shot himself.

Tom’s myth

Tom’s myth combines ancient story with modern technology…

SLASHEUS AND THE MONSTROUS SLICE

In the heart of Greece lies a small crowded village called Zerros, which had remained, calm and peaceful for over one hundred years. That was until a monstrous, cruel beast known as Slice terrorised the villagers and ruined all their homes and crops, sparing no lives.

Since, only one man had ever seen this foul creature and his descriptions and notes were written down in an old sacred journey, which belonged to young Slasheus’s father, ‘Serbeus the great’. It was now in the hands of Slasheus, his son. Brave and courageous, he was willing to follow in his fathers footsteps to defeat anyone or any thing that dare harm the village locals.

Once again, history had repeated itself and Slice has returned to slaughter the innocent village folk and destroy their livelihoods. Word of this terrible threat to Zerros and its people soon reach the ears of Slasheus and he set about preparing for battle. His beloved father betrothed to him his trusty sword and mighty shield to protect him from beasts of the underworld. However, there was one treasured weapon that he relied on more than anything else. This enchanted potion consisted of deadly poisonous gases, which would distort the vision and movement of the enemy, enabling Slasheus to slay the monster with ease.

CHAPTER 2

Slasheus sat on his cold straw bed thinking of ways to defeat Slice, then he remembered about his Father’s journal. Slowly opening the hard oak chest, Slasheus heard faint voices, they seemed to be of his Father. They were warning him not to attempt to fight this hideous creature. But Slasheus ignored all spoken words for he only wanted to avenge his fathers death, that was the only thing on his mind.

The day had arrived for Slasheus to battle to his death against Slice, saying,

“I cant back down now, I can do this for my father.” Slasheus went back to his home and started reading from his fathers sacred journal. It read,

“Slice is a foul, cunning beast who lives in the Sharian mountains. He is a deeply unpleasant phenomenon, with razor sharp claws which can extend to different lengths enabling him to slice his enemy giving him the name ‘Slice’. He also has a metal mesh netting strapped round his arm, which he fires out to trap and suffocate the enemy. As you can see Slice is a well prepared creature and he has even more weapons and armour. For example, inside his steel helmet is a heat seeking system, I have not a clue how far away an enemy can be detected from. However I do know that if you cover yourself in wet mud Slice will not be able to see you, and you will be hidden from the radar, giving you a chance to do a surprise attack from behind. Finally there’s one more thing you need to know about this revolting monster he has a three dot accurate aim gun strapped to his left shoulder, I estimated that it takes around 3.4 seconds for him to reload.”

CHAPTER 3

Slasheus was beginning to feel anxious but kept his nerve and read on.

“The final most important thing of all is his weak spot, directed not in his heart but in the centre of his thick scaly stomach……. Good luck thou this may be thy last desire.”

Slasheus prepared himself for his quest; leaving at dusk he hoped to arrive when the beast was asleep. Finally, on the morrow Slasheus became wary that Slice was awake and gradually getting closer. Cunningly he crept round behind Slasheus and scratched him on his back. Brave and fearless, Slasheus got back up and cut off Slice’s fingers, he bled with bright green blood but still he did not fall. Slasheus climbed rapidly up the nearest tree, however he was detected by Slices heat seeking system. As quickly as he could, Slasheus jumped down and stabbed the cruel monster right in the chest, but his cold metal sword snapped against the monster, just missing his stomach. With no sword to battle with Slasheus was forced to use his sacred deadly potion, thrusting his arm he threw the poisonous gas bomb directly at the creatures stomach……Taking his helmet as proof of Slices death Slasheus strolled home with pride and confidence…………knowing his quest was complete.

Jessica’s Myth

Jessica’s myth is a real epic with several homages to famous greek myths…

The girl who wished she wasn’t

King Ageas put his head in his hands and sighed,

“ Will no one come forth to make an attempt of slaying this foul beast?” He demanded to the crowd of gathered villagers standing before him. A lone voice rang and echoed around the great hall. Every person in the eerie room turned to a young person in armour.

“ I Aneas shall step forward to slay the Fuzine,” The small figure said eagerly.

“ Well,” the king croaked, dazzled by the confidence and determination the boy had, however he had hoped for a person perhaps with more of a muscular build and a lot taller. He knew now though that no one else would step forward as this boy had already volunteered. Although his mind was swimming with doubt that this man could ever bring peace to the land.

If you are truly worthy of fighting this beast then bring me back a single petal from the greatly rare white orchid, I simply can not allow another citizen to die tby the monster.”

It was said that no one had ever been able to collect the flower (however many that tried) although it was rumoured that it lay on the highest tip of mount Olympus. Everyone now was silent; all eyes were placed on the figure standing before them. Aneas agreed to the quest that lay before him!

Aneas travelled for many a day and many nights all the way to the highest peak of Mount Olympus to collect the petal the King most desired. Anxiously, he put his hand out to the petal and placed it carefully into his pouch. However, he did not know of the beast that guarded this flower and suddenly in one whoosh he was knocked off his sturdy feet and onto the rocky ground below.

Fear swept over him like grey mist settling on the cold, hard ground. As he looked up, looming over him stood a two headed …DRAGON! Even though he was more frightened than he’d ever been in his life he gave a cry of war and charged at the beast , his hands clasped so tightly round his weapon it started slipping from the sweat of his hand. Once again he was immediately brought down like a kitten against a tiger. But Aneas had great courage and bravery, so he did not stop until the beast was brought to its grave. With one last slice through the air the beast lay down in agony as its soul slowly and painfully left its dead body.

When Aneas laid the petal down before the king everyone congratulated him and he was made a well known hero throughout the land.

“Thou hast done well. Now I am sure you are ready and able to fight the monster,” king Ageas proclaimed though he hoped he covered up enough the fact that he really did have some suspicions about this young man would kill the great Fuzzine. However his thoughts were interrupted by Aneas’s reply.

“Thank you my lord, it is an honour to be serving under you.” He addressed the king confidently with a determined gleam in his sparkling emerald green eyes as stern and as steady as an eagle’s! The suspicions that the king had was that the boy never seemed to take his helmet and armour off, and the king felt odd when he looked into his burning eyes, he felt as though he was hiding something. Even though the villagers clearly could not see this and feel it, the king would not be forsaken.

The night before Aneas was due to head off along the road to fight the monster and bring peace and happiness to the land, he prayed to the goddess Ariana to come forth to help him. Sure enough that night the goddess spoke to Aneas in his dreams.

“Aneas I have brought gifts of luck to you and not only because you prayed and pleaded me for help. No, that would not have been enough to persuade me, but thou hast shown great courage and determination. As you know I am the goddess of that and I most definitely wish to help you greatly. My first gift to you shall be that I may only be of help to thee three times and three times only. My next gift to you shall be this bow this one in particular one will rarely miss when you mind is clearly on the thing you wish to hit! I also give thee a sword of sheer solid silver and the handle is made from the wood of the strongest oak. This gift is given because as you may know the Fuzine has tremendous speed and would outrun you within seconds. Well, with this sword if you inflict even the smallest of wounds, the Fuzines speed will stop and you will have the advantage. My final gift to you will be a small dove. This bird is one I have trained and at your command it will lead you to where the Fuzine lies,” Ariana said with a gentle voice.

Aneas woke with a gasp; the sun streamed though the windows making his eyes sting and water. Never before had he dreaded something this much and yet he thought that strangely this made him more determined to do it!

The journey took seven days and seven nights, getting more hungry and tired by the hour. Putting one foot in front of the other and not ever looking back, he wondered through the scorching sun and the thunderous rain. He felt as strong as an ox although his energy he felt was being drained out of his body.

Finally, after the long and hard travel, he reached the lair where the Fuzine lay. Inside the sort of cave like lair it was damp on the walls and dark and cold. The smell was awful and Aneas felt as though he was going to faint, it smelt of rotten fish and dried dead meat. Aneas crept through, the narrowness crushing ribs (even if he stood side ways!)

Suddenly, there was a flash of light and the next thing he knew the great Fuzine was towering over him. Gasping and spluttering, he took time to gather himself, thinking ‘come on, pull yourself together’. The beast was like nothing he’d seen before. Aneas closed his eyes not being able to bear the sight of its foul, menacing, red bloodshot eyes and its slimy blue goo oozing from its sticky feathers.

Just then his thoughts were interrupted by the voice of Ariana.

“The sword…The sword.” He grabbed the sword from hids belt and slung it at the monster. It only cut the beast by a few centimetres, but he knew it was enough. The great bird cried out in pain letting out an ear piercing screech so loud the Aneas had to clasp his hands over his ears. The monster swiped a ferocious claw at him, wounding him so badly he felt as though he was going to die. He summoned Ariana.

“Please you said thou shall help me three times only well, I ask you know to heal me.”

It was done. With one last arrow the beast was killed!

Later, when Aneas arrived back in his home village, he brought the head of the Fuzzine to the king. Only moments before people were swarming around him, thanking and congratulating him. But now he was being offered a reward for bringing peace to the land. His reply came almost at once as though he was expecting to be asked,

I want nothing more than your promise that if I take my helmet off that no harm will come to my family and myself. I also shall want you to let me serve in your palace as knight Lena”

Her wish was granted but the king demanded to know why she was to be addressed by the name of Lena. With that her helmet was removed to reveal…

A GIRL!

Harry S’ myth

Harry has produced an amusing piece of writing while staying faithful to many aspects of myths. Read on…

Hareseus and the Minotaur

Once in the city of Athens in castle Klausean, King Klausean was in another one of his strops.

“Posters of thou country’s missing people everywhere, no tourists and no more profit for my country. All I need is a hero.” The king may have been a stroppy man, but was indeed a kind man as well. He used to be popular with the people, but now his popularity was going down with the public. As no tourists were coming the money in Greece was falling and the country was almost in poverty. Everyone’s patience was wearing thin with the king.

Suddenly the sun shone brightly; this was surprising as it was a cold spring morning.

“Nyaaagh, my eyes!” screamed the king.” Then a rap at the door drowned out all noise in the castle.

“Come in” boomed the king

“I the mighty Hareseus is here to slay the evil beast that threatens thy land and castle.” proclaimed a strange man not wearing very much. Then the king snapped,

“How are you supposed to fight this evil beast in thy underwear?” After that the whole castle started to howl with laughter. Angrily, Hareseus replied,

“I shall return with the head of thy Minotaur”

“Take this idiot away guards.” ordered the king.

Hareseus mooched around outside, now regretting what he had said earlier. Blinded all of a sudden, Hareseus just saw sunlight, or so he thought, as it was a bright day, but two hazy figures emerged from the light. It was Pegionauss and Careseanous .

“Take this crystal it shall help you knock out the Minotaur” said Careseanous.

“Take this sword, it shall help you KILL the Minotaur” said Pegionauss. “Oh and also it shall help you parry the Minotaur’s attacks,” he added.

“But how am I supposed to fight this beast in my underwear?” moaned Hareseus. Then Careseus pointed to a hole in the castle and a ladder which led to the storeroom of the castle.

“Thank you” said Hareseus and climbed the ladder. It was quite nervewracking going up the ladder, especially as there were fully armed guards with weapons as well. Eventually Hareseus reached the top and there he saw it ; it was almost gold : A Golden vest, an iron helmet, leather shorts as well, but the thing that caught his eye most was THE BRONZE SHIELD. Quickly he scrambled all this on , he slid down the ladder and was off!

Soon Hareseus found himself in a deep rancid smelling wood. But he had confidence and wasn’t scared of all the evil rumours about this wood.

Before long he was at the Minotaur’s lair, it stank of mouldy cheese and the beast was asleep. It had a runny nose, thick scraggly fur and it’s bum had flies swirling round it. But before long the beast awoke and charged at Hareseus. Quickly Hareseus reacted, throwing the crystal. He had perfect accuracy: it hit the Minotaur’s head and knocked it out. Quickly he drew his sword up and stabbed it in the Minotaur’s back. It growled its last growl and died. Remembering what he had said earlier, he sliced off his head, took off the armour he borrowed, and put it on a skeleton then he headed back to castle Klausean.

 It seemed hours, but eventually he got there, he rapped on the door and waited. Then he heard someone saying,

“COME IN.” It was the king! Hareseus opened the mighty doors of the castle and held Socrates the Minotaur’s head way above his own. A great cheer erupted in the hall and then all noise died down to hear what the king had to say about it all, “As thou has slayed thee evil beast Socrates, I shalt give you the castle as a reward.” Then one of the servants added,

“And all the clothes you need as well!” Everyone laughed including Hareseus himself.

Soon Hareseus was heading home, it wasn’t long before he got there. But he was still awaiting his clothes! But that didn’t matter as for now he was the Athens’ hero.