Many years ago in the year 500 B.C.E there was a town in Ancient Greece named Patra. In a small agora, two soldiers, tired and insane from 10 years of war, were stumbling to get some amphorae filled with wine. An ancient philosopher was teaching about the meaning of life. The shops were filled with nice smelling food and your nose would pull you in to the shops just thinking about how good the food tasted. No one knew that there was evil awaiting in secret.

One day out of the deep sea came a monster the size of Mount Olympus. Its mouth was as large as 20 agorae. It had extendable arms that would stretch to incredible distances. It had red and blue skin which changed colour crazily. It had wet grey hair that sparkled in the sunlight. It also had a hole in the middle of its forehead that shot fire. It could also breathe ice. It was called the Slang-Fang.

When the Slang-Fang came out of the sea, it gave a mighty roar and shot out a rope-like arm that grabbed 50 people like they were ants and ate them in one go. The horrified people ran in all directions like headless chickens. The monster grabbed a drunken slob called Socrates and threw him like a ball into the sea. The Slang-Fang shot fire at people so it was easier to catch his dinner.

The King sent messengers all over Greece to find someone who could kill the monster. The King offered a giant reward to anyone who could kill the monster. So many tried, but they all failed. The first hero was burnt to death. The second hero was eaten. The third hero was frozen by the Slang-Fang’s breath. The fourth hero got strangled by a rope-like arm. And the fifth hero ran away crying because he peed his pants. One last man was left and his name was Dooferix. He was strong, smart and fast, but as he left the king’s palace he thought he would never come back. “I hope I will come back. I really do!” A mystical voice suddenly whispered to him, “You will come back! You will!”

So Dooferix went on his way to the agora to fight the monster. On the way, walking down the road, he suddenly met the god Ares. Ares was the god of war, and had heard that Dooferix as going kill the Slang-Fang. Ares gave Dooferix a strange-looking, magical sword and told the hero, “The sword that I am giving you now has the power to kill any living thing. So use it wisely!” And then he vanished.

When Dooferix finally arrived at the agora, he fought the monster until his body hurt and his bones ached. He tried attacking it with his sword, but the monster kept dodging. The battle was not going very well for Dooferix, and he suddenly had a pain in his side. He looked at his side to see if he was injured (he wasn’t; it was just a stitch). But before he could look up, the monster struck him to the ground. He knew he would get killed, so with one last effort he thrust his sword at the monster and stabbed the monster in the head. But nothing happened! He was about to give up hope when there was a bright flash of light and the Slang-Fang exploded with a little pop. There was now only a pile of dust where the monster had been standing.

The Slang-Fang was destroyed forever. The people of Patra had a party and had a merry time. Dooferix got his reward and he and his family lived happily ever after.