Hercules and the Golden Rings

Eurystheus was still not pleased with Hercules’s labors. Hercules had already captured the furious beasts and battled with the man eating horses. What else could he possibly do? Eurystheus then commanded Hercules to go get the 5 golden rings.  This was not an easy task. Hercules would have to go into the deepest, darkest, scariest, cave. This cave was called the Forbidden cave because there were man eating birds everywhere and they swoop down when you least expect it.  The golden rings wouldn’t just be laying there; they were attached to an evil hand that if you got caught by it, it would drag you into the underworld.

Hercules set on his journey in the morning. He knew this would be dangerous, but he was prepared. He crossed the raging rivers, swam across the ocean, and crossed the muddy swamp. After many hours of travel, he reached the Forbidden cave.

Hercules marched right into that cave and birds started zooming all around. Most of them went for his eyes but he smacked them away. Hercules was so strong, that the birds died when he smacked them. He was killing birds one by one, and soon he had killed every single bird that was brave enough to attack him. Hercules wandered around that cave until he saw a streak of light, lying there on the ground were the 5 golden rings. Hercules quietly snuck up on the rings and when he was just about to grab them, the hand floated up and tried to grab Hercules. He was too fast, and dodged the hand, if not he would have been in the underworld in one second. The hand tried again, but he was way too fast. Hercules grabbed a giant bolder and right as the evil hand was about to pick him up, he threw the rock in its grasp and the evil hand took the rock into the underworld. The 5 golden rings flew off the hand and Hercules scooped them up. He ran as fast as he could and all of a sudden a bird flew and took a chunk of skin from his neck. Hercules hit the bird with the golden ring, and it was dead.  Bloody, but alive, Hercules swam across the ocean yet again, and returned the golden rings to Eurystheus.

Hurricane Allison

Life was good on the coast of Noopu. The village was a wonderful place. No contention and no greed. Everyone treated everyone fairly and they were all friends. The village was beautiful and anyone could go to the beach until it happened.

It started out like any other day, Ozzie and Celia and their groups of friends were at the beach, enjoying their pina colodia when a family that they’d never seen before came and sat right by them. This family was very different from the rest of the people of Noopu. They each had a different design on their faces, and looked almost like they were form a different planet. They were very scary and nobody wanted to talk to them. Celia being the bravest started talking to them. “Hi, I’m Celia and this is my best friend Ozzie.” said Celia. “My name’s Allison and this is Floyd, George, Iris, Katrina, Keith, Lenny, and Michelle.” Said Allison. “What bring you guys here?” she asked. “Oh well, we had some problems in the last town we lived in.” and that was all she said before they left.

Two weeks later Ozzie and Celia ran into this strange family again. This time, they noticed each had a leather pouch and immediately became very curious of what was in it. “Hey Allison! I’m very curious. What do you have in your pouch?” Celia asked. “Nothing. Never open it. Ever.” Allison said very seriously. “Well why not?” Ozzie asked. “Never open it.” she repeated. “We need to get that pouch. She probably has riches in it.” Ozzie said very quietly. “I agree, but first we need to make up a brilliant plan.”

They thought for hours and hours. They couldn’t think of a plan that was sneaky enough. First they tried being very nice, and politely asked if they could see insider her pouch. Of course that didn’t work, so they decided to go to their house while they were sleeping and steal the pouch.

Ozzie and Celia waited at their house; they waited until they almost died from the cold. Finally after hours of waiting, Allison was asleep. They crept up the stairs very quietly and entered her room. They started looking for the pouch but couldn’t find it. Allison rolled over, and there it was, strapped to her body. “There it is!” Ozzie said quietly. “Okay let’s get it. We need to be very quiet. Go downstairs and get a knife so we can cut it off her.” Celia said. “Oh yeah and that’s not going to wake her up at all!” Ozzie said very sarcastically. “Don’t worry about that. I can be as quiet as a bug.” Celia reassured her.

Awhile later, Ozzie came up the stairs. “I got the knife. They had a lot to choose from.” Ozzie told Celia. Celia then got the knife and cut the pouch off of her. “This is it. We’re finally going to know what’s in this pouch.” Ozzie said. “I can’t wait!” Celia said. Ozzie ripped open the pouch and nothing was in it. All of a sudden the wind started blowing really hard and the rain started pouring. Tree limbs were flying everywhere and the wind was really picking up. “What’s happening?” Ozzie screamed. Just as Ozzie said that, Katrina came running into the room. “You weren’t supposed to open the pouch! Now Allison’s spirit is released!” Katrina screamed at them. Ozzie and Celia both looked at Allison and she had no life left in her. “This is Allison’s spirit?” Ozzie cried. “Yes! We have evil spirits in our pouch and once they are released, we die and a terrible storm is created.” Katrina cried out. The winds were going at least 84miles per hour now, and the rain was out of control. “Quickly! Down to the cellar!” Katrina told them. They rushed down into the cellar where they were safe.  

A long time later, they got word that it was safe to come outside now. They came out the cellar and immediately started crying. They’re beautiful village of Noopu was now destroyed. Houses were ruined, tree branches were everywhere, and lives were lost. The storm was awful, and the whole village decided to call it a Hurricane’ Hurricane Allison.

To this day, ever y time someone opens the pouch of a member of that strange family, a terrible storm takes place. After the storm, they name the Hurricane after the pouch’s owner.