The Hyda And Aristoides Alternate Ending

Aristides

The Hydra was getting closer and Aristides could feel the heat of its fiery breath. His white hair was singed and he had cuts all over his muscular body. “If only I was not so angry then maybe I would not be in this mess.”he thought. However, we must go back to where this all started. At the very beginning of this story, Zeus had a child with a beautiful mortal woman. Aristides was that child. Aristides grew up living a wealthy life thanks to his father. Aristides had all kinds of pleasantries, such as the beautiful city of Corinth, a humongous castle, several servants, and the power to create fire. Living such a wealthy lifestyle made him an arrogant and selfish child. Aristides saw everything as his own and thought himself
“NO!” Aristides yelled. “What have you done to me?!” “I have taken away all of your wealth and you can no longer create fire.” his face turned pale and Aristides dropped to his knees ashamed of his indecency. “Please, father give me my life back” Aristides begged. “If you can defeat the Hydra then I will give you your wealth and powers back.”
Fear immediately flowed through him as Aristides heard him mention the Hydra. The Hydra is extremely powerful and Aristides had no chance of facing the monstrosity in his condition. “Until you defeat the Hydra you will be no son of mine” he said harshly. He sent him out of his house and Aristides was left to himself wondering how Aristides would get out of this mess.
Athena, his half-sister, saw him in distress and said, “If you had a second chance to fix your current dilemma would you take it?” Immediately, Aristides answered, “Yes, I would do anything.” She replied, “I will give you a little bit of your power back for every act of kindness you commit.” “Athena, why do you want him to do this ?” “Because you have never shown kindness for the poor or needy. This is a time for you to redeem yourself and I suggest you take it graciously.” “Ok, I
Argos was right next to Lake Lerna, the home of the Hydra. While Aristides was looking for trouble, he heard some people groaning. There were three men carrying some wood. They were wearing old ragged tunics, like Aristides, and were skinnier than a stick. Aristides said to them, “Hey, can I help you guys carry some wood.” One of them replied with a new found happiness, “Of course, we would appreciate the help.” Aristides began to carry some wood to a pile of more wood. Suddenly, the wood felt lighter and Aristides started to move faster towards the pile of wood.
As soon as Aristides put down the wood, Aristides tried to create some fire from his hand. A little flame started to form as Aristides concentrated on creating fire. The feeling of power was satisfying and helping the men carry that wood left a good feeling in his heart. Aristides felt his pockets becoming heavier and heard the sound of loose change. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled some drachma out. An overwhelming feeling of joy flowed through him along with a growling