Gus Empie

Personal Myth

Period 6

16 January 2009

Long, long ago, there existed a simple town. The towns name isn’t really important, but what they were doing in the town is important. The people in this town were the banana capitol of the world. They had bananas as far as the eye could see. They made bananas that were round, bananas that were red, bananas that were 10 feet tall, and even bananas that grew on trees. The point is, the town loved bananas.

One day in this fruit loving town where making a very potent kind of banana that could be smelled three towns over. The sweet sent of bananas drifted over to neighboring island that was home to a very special creature. The creature in question was easily 40 feet long, had rough, leathery wings, and had deep red eyes, and before you jump to conclusions thinking that this is another run-of-the-mill dragon, you can stop right there, because this was far worse than any dragon, this was a magon, a half dragon, half monkey. You think dragons are bad, try fighting one that has an opposable tail. The magon awoke from its deep slumber and sniffed at the air, smelling the tangy sweet bananas fragrance, and immediately took to the sky.

The banana loving citizens were going about there normal day, when a shadow was cast over their town. At first nobody noticed it, thinking it was just a cloud that was passing over, but it only took one frightened lady to alert the whole town that it was something far more sinister. The magon swooped down on the city, tearing roofs off homes, looking for the source of the smell. He found a factory where the bulk of the bananas where being made and started to consume everything he could find. He was eating so fast that he picked up a factory worker and peeled his cloths off and ate him.

Needless to say the people of the town were in quite a pickle, the magon was eating their lively-hood, but they had nothing to fight the magon with, their city was too busy making bananas to raise an army or make weapons of any kind. The people did the only thing they could think of, which at the time was to assume the fetal position and begin to cry, but after they had pulled themselves together, one of the citizens remembered an old hermit who lived in the woods, who was said to be an expert on magons. The surviving people headed for the hills, and when they got there, they pleaded there case to the hermit. The hermit agreed, no one knows why he agreed, he was a terribly mean old man, maybe this magon killed his dad, or dog, or goldfish, I don’t know, but the hermit did agree.

It was dawn, the sun was just setting over the banana capitol, when the hermit presented himself to the now, quite full magon. The magon paid little attention to him and focused on getting a good night sleep after his banana feast. The hermit took this opportunity to create an explosive banana. The hermit placed it next the magon, sure that he would see it, and he booked it to the hills. The next morning the magon awoke, and sure enough, he saw the lethal banana. Deciding it would make a nice snack he gobbled it whole and took off for his lair. The hermit, having seen this, waited until the magon was far enough away and activated the detonator. The magon seemed to hang in the air for a fraction of a second, and then came an earth shaking roar, similar to being trapped underneath a water fall. The magon was thrown into the air and dissolved into a million sparkling stars. And that is how the stars where made. END.