"Once upon a time, monster of a devastating might roam this land. Its name are Behemoth, a bull so big it shadow covered the city, it''s horns and hoof made of the hardest steel, unbending and it''s hide so strong that no arrow could pierce it and no sword that can leave even a scratch.


    The bull of heaven roams the land, destroying any place it go through and earth''s quakes with its steps. Until one day, a hero comes, a hero so strong, stronger than anyone even stronger the bull itself that he can stop it with his hand. After battled for days, the bull''s succumbed to his wound and embraced by the hands of death. The hero''s then back to the city he ruled and become the wise, strong king and protected the city till death come for him like it comes to the bull, yet leading a happy, fulfilled life. The end."


    "So, who''s his name, mother?" Ask the kid.Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.


    "That, little ones, not even mother know who his name is, it''s already forgotten before even mother''s born. How do you like it, Jason my child?" His mother said.


    Under a thatched roof in the slums, a pair of mother and child huddled together. Caressing her child''s golden hair, the child in her embrace scrunched his face in silent.


    "But it''s sad, no one remember his name." Said the child.


    "No, there''s one. The gods, they would remember their names." She replied.


    "Them?"


    Stopped for a moment, his mother start reminiscing something in the silence.


    "Heroes. Someone who shone the brightest like no others, they would bring smile and hope to the people around them."


    She proceed with hugging him tight with her embrace. The child then raised his face looking straight into his mother''s eye and given a surprise.


    "Is there a problem, my child?" Said his mother with concern.


    "Then, why are you crying dear mother?"