2500 years ago, there was a powerful city called Sparta. In the city, you could always hear the shouts and yells coming from the nearby agora. There were farmers selling cattle and trading buying and selling spices to the rich and poor. If you went into the agora, you could smell the foul and sickening slaves carrying amphorae on their heads with olives and cheese in them. You could hear the shopkeepers angrily shouting at other citizens for cheaper prices of their food. There was also a man raging at a poor shopkeeper because he had tricked him into buying something that he didn’t want. There were more farmers entering the agora hoping that they could make some money during the day with the help of their goats. But there was one thing that nobody knew, and that there was a horrifying terror heading their way…
Hylacus was the most terrifying and rancid monster that anyone had ever seen. He had a rhino’s skin, a giant’s body and the legs of a stealthy griffin. He wanted to destroy the city of Sparta because the people had put a curse on him so that he had had to eat maggots for the last thirty years. He had got out of the curse only seven months previously and now he wanted his revenge. His horn was as keen edged as a Spartan sword that had just been sharpened by a black smith. The smell of malodorous rotting flesh was nothing compared to his breath. If there was an emergency, he could sprint into battle in no time with the help of his muscular legs.
As Hylacus charged towards Sparta, he squashed goats and cattle and splashed blood everywhere. When he got to the city, there was an army of guards. However, with one step, Hylacus just walked over them all while scraping off the rest of the gore on their swords. He saw a tasty man having a bath, so he reached out to grab him, but he missed and the man ran out of his house naked. The city’s well was not too far away, so Hylacus grabbed a young girl and boy and cracked their heads open making a well of blood. He started to rip the villagers in half and slurp up the rest of their body from their intestines into his mouth. “Mmmmmm!” said Hylacus greedily.
There was one lady running for her life with a baby but the baby was slowing her down, so she threw the baby at the monster shouting, “This is my one and only sacrifice!” When Hylacus was done, you couldn’t even recognise the city any more. There was blood on the walls of homes, fire and destroyed colonnades, random heads rolling around, and you couldn’t even hear the screams from the people anymore. There was hardly anything left, there was almost no hope left…
The King of Sparta was so mad that he sent a messenger to Athens to see if there was anyone that could help. A brave boy wanted to help Sparta, so the king of Athens sent the boy called Olecymus back to Sparta and fix everything. When he got there he bowed down to the king and explained, “Sire. I have come to defeat this monster that you speak of because I don’t want him to come and attack Athens as well. My city needs to be protected. We are running low on water, and I came to stop the monster from destroying our home.”
“ What! A weak and tiny boy like you! You wouldn’t stand chance agents the sickening monster!” shouted the king.
Olecymus was shocked. He thought for a moment, then refused to go back to Athens.
“I will kill the monster and bring its head back to you!” explained Olecymus.
Then he charged out of the palace, shaking his fists in anger. In fact Olecymus was the most powerful boy in Athens. He had lots of straps on him with very deadly weapons on them. His shoes were made out of the finest leather in Athens. He had the muscles of a fully grown horse. Then he thought, “I don’t care what he thinks. He doesn’t even know how strong I am…”
As Olecymus approached the village, he could hear the roars coming from the monster. As he came closer and closer, he could feel the burns coming from a deadly fire. Then he saw him. Hylacus stared at him for a moment, then he started to charge. First he missed, and then he charged again. This time hitting Olecymus’ left arm, but he was still strong enough to fight so he took out his bow and shot Hylacus in the eye. Hylacus didn’t care though. Then he charged as fast as he could and picked up Olecymus with his claws. He almost ate him, but Olecymus quickly stabbed the beast in the neck. Blood was going everywhere, but Hylacus was still not done. Olecymus knew he was in danger so he jumped down the monster and got out his spear and slowly started to run at the charging monster. And with one strike Olecymus stabbed Hylacus up the chin. Even more blood started to dribble everywhere. When Hylacus was completely dead, tiny drips of blood started to fall to the ground. The blood was coming from Olecymus. He had been impaled by the spikes sticking out of Hylacus. The spikes were coming from the arrows that he had shot. His mouth was wide open, just enough to say one last word, but nothing came out. After a while, a guard found him lying on the monster’s stomach. He took him back to the king and said that he had killed the monster but didn’t make it. They buried his body in the holy grounds of Athens, and Hylacus was thrown into the cold and deep parts of the Aegean Sea.
After a day, the people of Sparta had a huge symposium. In the symposium there was an acrobat performing a handstand on a high up wall. A drunk man, who was lying on a sofa, was demanding for more wine. A rich man had hired his own musician to play two flutes at once for him. A crowd of mad women were dancing together with one man. There were about five people playing traditional Greek instruments for everyone. Olecymus was remembered by a massive statue in the middle of the city. Every day the people would come to the statue and pray. They asked the gods to look out for Olecymus, and that when they find him, he should become a god because he did such a good deed. The people of Sparta and Athens missed him so much that they offered wine to him and the gods every week. Olecymus was remembered as a strong boy. And that next time a monster attacked Sparta, they knew were to get a hero.