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I was only 5 years old, and my old hometown was certainly much smaller, holding about two hundred people at the most. Forests blanketed the world as far as my little blue eyes could see, and in them was a wonder that had yet to be thirsted. I roamed into the forests everyday, hoping to find what secrets the universe was hiding from me. For a while, the coolest things I found were just some mashed up plants and a squirrel or two. One day however, I wandered farther out than usual, and found a lake. It shimmered in the sunlight that scarcely made it through the canopy of this colossal jungle of a place. A river broke through the lake, coming from and leading to somewhere that had yet to be explored. But in the middle of the lake, I saw a nine headed snake, scales casing most of the body of the animal that I now know as a Lernean Hydra. Each tooth was as sharp as a medieval sword, and had eyes that seemed gargantuan compared to one of my hands. Then, with those yellow tinted eyes, it glanced over towards me. Needless to say, I ran as far as my little legs to carry me all the way back home. Of course, nobody believed that there was a Lernean Hydra practically living next door and that a five year old was the only one to notice. Without the guts needed to go back into that forest, I had no way to prove myself right. Everyone I told just …show more content…
I figured that if I joined the military, I’d be able to defend myself and those close to me. But after another 20 years of my life, I resigned from the military. My body was starting to fail me, and risking my life in wars that could be created by Donald Trump was starting to lose its appeal. I decided to try doing something that I would actually want to do for every day that I woke up. I decided to research the only unexplainable things that a man in his mid forties with no degree could. Myths in our world today, like the Lernean Hydra I saw once

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