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Milst and the Salatho

A myth submitted to the site by Jade Sedgwick

Crete, Ancient Greece

Three thousand years ago in Ancient Greece, there was a breath-taking island in the Aegean Sea called Crete. It was a blazing hot day and lots of people were strolling in the local agora. Two young soldiers were marching proudly with bloodstains all over their armour. The servants, who were grumbling, got a scowl from their master, which was not a pleasant sight. A group of ladies were having a vote about who had worked the hardest in their family. An amphora store, which had lots of detailed and divine amphorae, was over flowing with customers buying as many as they possibly could. Some men were sweating like crazy and they were arguing about the heat and did their best to cool each other down. But no one knew about the terrifying monster stomping and swimming his way to Crete.

The Salatho was sent by Poseidon because Zeus and Poseidon had had an argument and then Poseidon was forbidden to come to Mount Olympus. Poseidon was furious so he sent the Salatho to destroy all of Greece. He told the Salatho to start with Crete. The Salatho was an enormous cliff that shadowed everything beneath him. His breath was so hot that he could burn down one thousand houses in one blow. He was as strong as Zeus. In fact he was so strong and muscular that he could lift up three Mount Olympuses and throw them to the other side of the Earth without a single drop of sweat. The Salatho had eyes like the sun. The Salathos eyes were so bright and steaming hot that if you looked into his eyes for a tenth of a second you would burst into flames. The top of his head had blazing fire and if he got really angry his head was like a volcano and then lava would come pouring all over the land. The Salatho’s hands were made out of stone that was so hard that when he bashed his hands against the ground he made an earthquake. His feet were made out of spikes as sharp as one thousand spears on fire. He had defeated every hero that tried to fight against him. So when the Salatho set of to Crete, that was where all the trouble began…

The sign that the Salatho had arrived was an ear-splitting roar followed by a terrified scream, then a head rolled into the middle of the agora with blood squirting everywhere. Then the Salatho came stomping and roaring into the city. The Salatho sounded like a volcano exploding. Lots of citizens were screaming like mad, drunk people. Some people were rooted to the spot with terror. Only a very few were standing near the Salatho to get eaten. Because of the extremely loud roar, their eardrums burst so they didn’t hear the Salatho’s footsteps and then “gulp”, the Salatho ate them. A woman, who was washing, was so frightened that she jumped out of the window with her child and landed in an amphora. Half of Crete sunk to the centre of the Earth because of the Salatho’s earthquake.

The Salatho set houses on fire and burnt down columns in which some poor, innocent people were quarreling silently about who was there first. Some people burst into flames for they caught the glance of the Salatho. When most people were running away they made the Salatho furious because no one would come out to fight him. But because the Salatho was angry he felt a boiling bubbling liquid at the top of his head. The Salatho knew it was lava but the people didn’t know it. So when they saw it pouring down, they ran and screamed with all their lives. When the lava stopped pouring down, the Salatho let out one last mighty roar then stomped off and went away.

Everyone was so relieved that the Salatho had gone but when they looked around their village they let out a huge sigh. It was a mess! It would take years to rebuild it all over again. When once they set to work they thought that nothing could save them. Nothing could help them. But they were wrong. There was someone who could help them. They also didn’t know that there was going to be more drama then ever before.

When the Salatho left, everyone who had survived was moaning and complaining to the king. They were all complaining about the number of people that had died and the destruction of their village.
“Are you going to do something about it!” a man shouted.
“What about food? We need food!” a woman said who sounded very worried.
“Two o-of my c-children d-died because of that m-monster!” another woman sobbed. The King was so distracted from everybody’s complaints that he couldn’t think for himself.
“Please, please everyone! Settle down! I’ll sort something out!”

So he did. The King of Crete told his messenger to go to Athens and ask the King of Athens to send a hero to Crete. The King of Crete also told his messenger not to tell any one else and tell the King of Athens not to tell any one else either. The King of Crete told his messenger one last thing. He told his messenger that if the hero asked why he was going to Crete the King of Athens couldn’t say why there either. The reason why the King of Crete only wanted the King of Athens to hear the message was because if any one else in Athens knew they would tell other people and then soon all of Athens will know and nobody would want to go to fight the powerful Salatho.

Now the King of Athens absolutely loathed the King of Crete so when the King of Athens got the message from the messenger he was furious!
“Why me!” the King thought helplessly. “Do I have to help my worst enemy?” he snapped to himself. So he thought about what he should do.
“Well,” the King said thinking with all his might, “I definitely won’t send the strongest man, the bravest man, the most handsome man or the swiftest man in Athens,” he thought sternly. Suddenly an idea popped into his mind.
‘’I won’t do what he wants I’ll do the exact opposite!” the King thought suddenly. “ Of course I still have to send him someone who is over five and, thankfully, the messenger said the person had to be over five because if he wasn’t then I would have to send the King of Crete a man as a man is swifter, stronger, braver and of course more handsome than a little boy. Anyway if I didn’t send any body he would want to arrest me for not helping him. I really am getting very clever at this,” he thought proudly.

So the King of Athens called everyone in Athens to come to his castle and stand in one line. The King of Athens looked from the first person at the front of the line to the last person at the back of the line then back. He did this three times. Then the King selected five boys who looked about the age of seven. In that five there was a boy called Milst. He was the smallest of the five. But he had a secret that nobody in the whole entire universe knew about except the Greek gods. Especially Athena because Milst was Athena’s son! Now even though Milst looked like he was seven he is actually thirty-two. Milst lived on the streets. He has no home but he had survived for three years because that was when Athena thought he was old enough to go out on his own. But since he was on Earth Athena had to make her son mortal. She hated to it but she had to because when he looked old enough to go and join the army if an arrow shot him then he wouldn’t die and everyone would realise that he was a god. So ever since then Milst had always lived on the street and if someone ever asked him why he didn’t have anywhere to live then he would say that his father died in the army, his mother abandoned him so he went to live with his aunt but then his aunt had just died and he had no brothers or sisters to take care of him. Some people felt sorry for him and gave him five olives and two slices of bread. They gave this to him once a day but sometimes twice a day if it was a special day or occasion. Other just ignored him and walked straight past him with their noses in the air. Then they spat on him.

Milst had light brown hair and he just wore rags but secretly kept a golden medal, which had the symbol of the gods on it. His eyes, which were sparkly pale blue, were filled with honesty and bravery. He was pretty skinny and wasn’t very strong. He could hear extremely well and his eyesight was perfect. When he felt things he knew what it was in about one second. When Milst smelt things, whether it was food, an animal or a human, he knew what it was. Oh, and when Milst tasted things he felt like he could fly as if he was in heaven. Milst knew exactly what it was and everything tasted fantastic to him. Anyway, when the King of Athens looked at the five boys he studied them very closely and then chose Milst. Before he knew it, Milst was heading of the Crete in a boat.

When he finally arrived at Crete, he set off to the castle where the King of Crete lived which was super easy to find because it was the biggest building of all Crete and whenever Milst looked north he could see the castle. So when Milst arrived at the castle he lied to the guards that he was a messenger from Athens because if he had told the truth then the guards would just have laughed at him for they were big, tall, muscular and mighty when Milst was small, short, skinny and very puny. Milst was, of course, going to tell the King of Crete the truth and not tell him that he was a messenger from Athens! Milst thought that the King wouldn’t laugh at him or start to act like he was shocked like he was chosen and say, “Are you really the person?” The King was in the throne room, doing his best to look all mighty and royal. Milst went up to the King and bowed down and was about to say that he was here to kill the Salatho but then the King demanded, “What is it? This had better be good or I will chop off your head!” The King thought that Milst was a messenger!
“I’m here to kill the Salatho,” replied Milst looking puzzled. “Why did he ask that question? Isn’t it obvious that I am the person to kill the Salatho?” Milst thought.
“Good grief! It can’t possibly be you! Can it?” asked the King in a state of shock.
“It is me. I already told you,” said Milst now even more puzzled and a little bit annoyed.
“Hold on! Let me get this straight! The King of Athens sent you to kill the Salatho, correct?” asked the King of Crete.
“Correct,” agreed Milst. Then all of a sudden the King started to laugh.
“ The K-King of A-Athens sent you to k-kill the S-Salatho!” laughed the King of Crete helplessly. “That’s a good joke, a good joke. Now, what’s the real news you came to tell me?” he asked.
“I told you! I came to kill the Salatho!” said Milst getting really frustrated and trying not to lose his temper.
The King stopped laughing.
“You’re serious?” he asked.
“I’m serious,” said Milst sternly not looking happy and not struggling to smile.
“Well then, if you are serious I’ll give you my best armour and you can go,” said the King stiffly.
“Oh, I don’t want your armor or any of your stuff. I’ll just bring what I think I need,” Milst said cooly. “Goodbye,” he added then slammed the door.
“Goodbye,” said the King faintly.

When the King couldn’t hear Milst’s footsteps anymore he shouted, “Curse the King of Athens! I bet he did that on purpose! Well I hope the Salatho destroys Athens! Let’s see how he would like it!” But then the King of Crete started to worry. “What if the Salatho ate the boy and then comes back to our village and starts to ruin it again,” thought the King out loud to himself. But the King didn’t know about Milst’s secret and what was going to happen next...

While the King was worrying, Milst was out in the world looking at things that he has never seen or ever heard of. He kept on asking people which way Salatho went and where the Salatho lived. Only very few people didn’t know what the Salatho was for they had a helpless memory but most people said the Salatho went north to the driest cave in the driest land in Greece. So off Milst went to the driest cave in the driest land. Some people asked why Milst kept on heading north and he said he was going to kill the Salatho. Some people thought he was insane! It took Milst three days to get there.

When Milst arrived he heard some screams then he heard a roar. All of a sudden Milst thought he smelt blood but then he heard a crunching sound and then a gulp. Suddenly there was a very loud burp followed by a wicked cackle. Milst realised that the Salatho had eaten some poor helpless people. When Milst stepped into the cave he jumped back out again. The floor was boiling! So was the air in the cave and all around the cave. So Milst took a deep breath and ran as fast as his legs would carry him. When Milst reached the other side of the cave he saw the Salatho rubbing his tummy and saying “Yum yum!” with a delightful look on his face. The ground and the air wasn’t as hot as it was before which was very lucky for Milst. Milst looked at the Salatho very closely and knew at once that the Salathos weakness was water. But he couldn’t just be all smart and pour water over the Salatho’s head. He had to challenge himself first. So Milst decided to fight the Salatho first.

So Milst snuck up behind the Salatho creeping up quietly as he could but then “snap”. Milst had accidently trodden on a twig! “Uh-oh,” thought Milst. “Did the Salatho hear that? And yes. The Salatho did hear the crunching sound. Milst quickly ran to hide behind a huge boulder. The Salatho slowly turned around and looked about. He didn’t see anything, of course because Milst was hiding behind the boulder. Milst was panting. He heard footsteps coming his way. Milst saw a giant shadow. He felt some warm air on his hair. The air smelt like blood. The blood smelt like the same blood that was is the people that the Salatho was eating. Then Milst realised that the air felt more like breathing. Milst looked up. He screamed like one thousand woman screaming all together. Milst almost caught the glimpse of the Salathos eyes but, thankfully, he didn’t. The Salatho roared his mighty roar and started to chase Milst around the cave. Now Milst wasn’t a very fast runner unfortunately for him and the Salatho was pretty fast which was even more unfortunate for Milst. So when the Salatho caught up with Milst he pinned Milst to the ground and Milst closed his eyes straight away. “So what do you think you’re doing here, squirt?” asked the Salatho in his deep and powerful voice.
“I’m here to destroy you once and for all and there’s nothing you can do to stop me!” Milst shouted back bravely.
“Well that doesn’t sound very nice!” bellowed the Salatho, “If you’re going to destroy me well then ha ha. You’re too late because I am going to destroy you first!” So the Salatho took a deep breath and was about to blow but then Milst shouted, “Wait! How about a swimming contest to see who is the fastest at swimming?”
“No! I know the moment I let you go then you’re destroy me straight away! I’m not stupid! Anyway, I want to destroy you!” roared the Salatho.
“I think you’re a coward! It’s just a swimming contest in the ocean!” laughed Milst. The Salatho was furious.
“Coward! I’m no coward! You just wait and see what happens when we get to the ocean!” hissed the Salatho.
“Oh I will, oh I will,” thought Milst with a grin. The Salatho let Milst go and they began their way to the ocean. When they arrived at the ocean Milst said, “Ok, whoever swims the fastest wins. So if I win I get to destroy you and if you win you get to destroy me, Ok?”
“Ok,” agreed the Salatho. “Who’ll go first?” he asked.
“I will,” said Milst at once. “You time me and say when I’m meant to go, Ok?”
“Ok,” the Salatho agreed again.
“Oh, and one last thing,” said Milst.
“What is it?” asked the Salatho.
“Start timing me when I start, Ok?” said Milst sternly.
“Ok, yes, I know all that!” snapped the Salatho. “Three, two, one, go!” shouted the Salatho suddenly. Milst jumped in and started to swim. He took his time because he knew that the Salatho would die the moment he touched the water. When Milst swam back and got out the Salatho started to laugh his deep powerful laugh. “You call that fast!” he said aching with laughter. “Now you watch this!” the Salatho sneered forgetting that if a single drop of water touched him he would die. The Salatho put his foot in the water then he screamed and then nothing. The fearsome Salatho was dead.

Milst whooped for joy and began his journey back to the King of Crete to tell him the stupendous news. He wondered what the King of Crete would say when he arrived at his castle. But no one knew what Milst was planning to do next or what he was going to say to the King of Crete when he told him the incredible news.

When Milst arrived at the castle, he told the King of Crete everything that had happened. The King was impressed. In fact, he was speechless. He couldn’t say anything for a while but then he finally congratulated him and rewarded him with the golden olive. The King sent his army to find the Salatho and bring back the golden belt that the Salatho wore. Then the King would give the belt to Milst. Milst thanked the King gratefully for his reward and then had to tell the King something really important. ”Listen, your highness,” he said. Milst sounded serious. “I have many secrets that nobody knows about and they never shall for I won’t tell them. But you never know that someone might start guessing my secret and then one day gets it right then starts telling everyone and then before you know it, the whole village will know! Then everyone could agree that there is no other solution or they could threaten me when I’m older,” said Milst gravely.
“How could they threaten you when you’re older?” the King asked looking puzzled.
“Well, when I’m older I might have gotten married and have children, therefore the people in the village could say if I don’t tell them my secret then they will kill everyone in my family,” replied Milst looking stern.
The King nodded slowly and said, “I see. So what are you going to do about it?” the King wondered.
“That is simple. I shall kill myself,” said Milst.
The King was speechless once more. “B-But what if a-another m-monster comes to our v-village,” the he stammered.
“I’m so sorry about that but there is nothing that can make me change my mind,” Milst said feeling sorry for the King. So Milst pulled his sword out of its case and plunged it into his heart. Milst screamed and then nothing. Milst, the mighty hero, was dead. It was a horrible scene.

“Well,” said the King. “I guess I’ll have to find another hero to help us, but in the meantime I’m going to invite everyone to my castle to celebrate the death of the Salatho. Then he sent his messenger to spread the news about the party at his castle. When the word got around everyone started getting so excited and couldn’t wait for the day of the party. When the day came everyone was thrilled. At the party there was a lot of food. There was a lovely fat suckling pig, nice juicy green olives, two delicious plump pigeons, scrumptious oysters, Medusa-eyed red lobsters, shimmering silver sardines, just- out-of-the-shell boiled eggs and some superb wine. One man was stuffing his face with olives and another man’s face was covered with wine and was holding six empty goblets! Laughter and singing was to be heard everywhere around the castle. Enchanting music filled the air and all the rooms of the castle. Divine smells were to be smelt everywhere. Everything felt nice and warm. All the clothes felt nice and smooth. Nothing was too hot or too cold. Everything was perfect and just right. Acrobats were to be seen everywhere and they were simply amazing! Somersaults in the air, back flips, cartwheels and so much more! It was a night to remember. A night to never forget. No one had ever felt so alive. When the party was over, everyone went home. The King had already told them about Milst and how he died. Some people were even angry that he killed himself.

A few days later, the King of Crete’s soldiers came back with the golden belt and handed it to the King. The King took it then picked up the golden olive that Milst had dropped when he died. The King went out of his castle and walked for miles until he came to the smallest city in Greece. The King of Crete found the smallest stone and placed the golden olive on top of it. Then he placed the golden belt around the stone. The reason the King put it there was because Milst was so small like that stone but a stone is strong and brave and that’s what Milst was. Brave. The city has no name because it’s so small. But if you want to see this stone with the golden belt and the golden olive then you can travel around Greece until you come to a very small city with very few buildings and if you look very closely then you might be able to see something sparkle in the sunlight. If you do, then take a closer look. What do you think it will be under all that dirty, rusty, crunchy, rough, hard and dry sand.

By Jade Sedgwick
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Name: Silvia 29th October 2013
Great Job! This is a great story!
Name: Bo's Mum Daphne 10th January 2013
Wow Jade, veru well written. I am proud of you. Thanlk you.
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I really like your story! I especially like the climax!
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