Khalidi's Journey
By Aiden Lee
Prologue: It was a beautiful day in Madrid. The sun shined, the grass was green, and everyone was excited for the biggest game of the year. The El Clasico. Khalidi is in bed thinking about the how boring soccer was because he is too good.
“Khalidi wake up you have a soccer game today,” said his exited coach knowing he was going to win the game and get millions of dollars.
“No wake me up in five minutes,” Khalidi mumbled sleepily.
“Khalidi your game is in five minutes,” said the coach knowing if he lost his best players he would lose.
“Coach, I do not want to play today all you do is play me, and I score all of the goals. “There is no challenge for me.” Khalidi said.
Even though there was not a single man in the world that he could not beat he forced himself to get into his new limousine. He thought back to when he and his brother Lionel use to play in the fields of Netherlands. Now it was just about greedy coaches and money.
Now Khalidi was on his way to the El Clasico a game between Real Madrid and FC Barcelona. He knew he was going to win by more than five like he had did the last ten times. He was bored and ready for a challenge.
Meanwhile on the high peaks of mount Olympus, Hermes was angry and jealous of this haughty young man, so much he conspired to challenge the mortal to a one on one match of soccer. Little did Khalidi know his challenge was closer than it appeared.
Once Khalidi got to his soccer game, he saw one man on the field. This was weird because no fan was ever let on the field. When he saw who he was the air emerged from his body and the oxygen seemed to fade to carbon dioxide. IT WAS HERMES! As he approached, the god, Hermes spoke.
“Mortal would you like your first challenge in years?” The wing footed god asked, “We shall go one on one.” If you lose you die and if you win you will become a god, He said seeking the death of this young mortal.
Too astonished to speak, he nodded his head and accepted all of the crucial punishments if he lost. He was petrified but knew he had an opportunity to become a god. The game begun as the sound of the piercing whistle begun the match. No game had ever been this stressful. Before this match, he had always known he would win but this one he was not sure. A mortal was facing a god it seemed impossible to win, but he was ready to grasp his first shot at something big. He sprinted towards the ball, but Hermes demolished him with the elastico, and shot. The ball zoomed through the air and off the cross bar. Thanking the gods, he dribbled up and did two scissors two stepovers and meged the god. He dribbled forward and kicked the ball into the goal. He could not feel more exhilarated with a swish of the net.
Now Hermes was furious but had to stay composed. He shot forward and before any mortal could notice they were both gone. Now Hermes dragged Khalidi to the underworld were hades did not notice the passing of these two enemies. The two enemies flew past Cerberus hades castle and all of the other terrifying things in the death prison. Fortunately, for Khalidi this was not the end.
Two terrifying months later Khalbali found his way out, of the dead bodies and skeletons, and after getting out dipped himself in the sacred River Styx. He now was practically invincible. Tearing though many blood thirsty underworld monsters, Khalidi reached the ugliest palace ever, yet to him it seemed like a perfectly built mansion. He thought it was heaven even though it was the palace of death. It was guarded by creepy gargoyle’s life like statues and monsters guarding. They all seemed like normal animals to him because of his two months in this prison. He knocked the demons aside like they were weak and frail as a stuffed animal. Then he entered Hades castle.
In Hades castle, the walls were covered in blood and still pulsing organs of creatures that had come before. Now Khaliba was thinking that this was quite a journey just to become a god. Also, he knew, it was almost hopeless getting stuff done with Hades, but this was his last chance to get out of the underworld, so he prayed to Zeus for good luck. He entered and slid an enormous door open to reveal a beautiful women. Behind her was an ugly man who really needed to get out of this place, to get some gel for his hair and deodorant to cover up his stench of rotting bodies. Hades was furious of how Khalidi got through his many forces of extraordinary powerful monsters, but gave him much credit for coming all the way from the River Styx to his palace. Khalidi explained his story to Hades. Hades was furious at Hermes and cut his delivery line, this was until Hermes made Khalidi a god. Hermes did not give in, but ended up bored for many days, as he had nothing to do and one of his friends had turned against him, and he was now on the side of his worst enemy.
Hermes finally had to give in but only Zeus could turn one into a god. He asked for permission but Zeus was too worried about the war between Athens and Sparta. Hades was angry too because his underworld was overly crowded and Poseidon was mad because many of his beautiful sea creatures had died from many of the spears and swords that were shot down into the water. Khalibali had an idea. Uniting the two city states would make all the gods happy and they might grant him immortality. He asked hades to let him out and he did. The mortal got into a portal and flew up to earth.
The grass seemed like the softest thing ever and when he felt a pillow and could sleep without worrying about dying, he was in heaven. The bed felt like a cloud of delight and the soft animals around were the most wonderful creatures compared to the underworld terrors of an animal. He was ready to go to the real heaven of the time, Mount Olympus. He sharpened up his soccer skills and went to Sparta. He promised he could save millions of Spartans people from going into eternal darkness if he could pause the war for two months. He said the same to the Athenians. In those two months, he hired many workers to build a large structure. The Athenians and Spartans were very curious about what this young strong man was doing.
Two months later, Khalibali had finished. He called in the strongest most coordinated warriors from both Athens and Sparta. He brought them to this large structure that he had made. It was the first soccer stadium.
The many citizens of the two powerful city states gathered around the interesting man as he explained the complicated game. One person had to make sure the game was controlled, and one man volunteered. His name was Refugio, he became the first ref and had the position named after him. The first match of soccer had put the gods and the two city states in a peaceful era.
Zeus wanted to reward this young man for making many gods happier. He asked Khalibali what he wanted as a reward for his greatness. Khalibali asked to become the god of this new sport. This reward was happily granted. Khalibali and all of the gods of Olympus became good friends. Especially, his old enemy Hermes. This was because of all of these same interests and hobbies.
The game of soccer has survived to the present day in 2015 and will continue to be a game that we enjoy until the end of the earth.
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