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The Shazelleth - Part 2: The Lost Ancestor

Posted by HRHurley from Cardiff - Published on 16/12/2013 at 11:23
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“Mythical creature found in Snowdon! Read all about it!” The paperboy was in a very good mood that day.

The “Shazelleth” story seemed to be hauling in the customers by the thousand, and he knew that, because of this, he would be paid well.

Suddenly, a posh, grand family walked past. He smiled, seeing a good big tip on the way, and started yelling even louder. Who seemed to be the head of that grand family, walked over to the paperboy, took one look at the papers, and ushered his family out of there. The paperboy’s heart had started to sink, before he caught sight of an eight-year-old boy, who seemed to have come from the same family. He looked around, seemingly to make sure that his father was out of sight, and strolled right up to the paperboy.

The paperboy looked at him with a lazy expression, and asked him, in what he thought to be a cool teenager voice, “You wanna buy, kid? Well, you’re gonna have to pay up.”

You see, he had grown up in rather a poor family, and he didn’t expect any eight-year-old kid to be walking around with so much as 1p in their pocket. But the boy, who at first had for some reason taken a liking to this paperboy, hated being shouted at, and answered rather spitefully, “Fine. I will.” He then reached into the pocket of his coat, drew out a penny, and handed it to the paperboy.

The paperboy, quite taken aback, said, “Okay, here’s your newspaper. Now, you’d better be running along to your mother and father now.”

As soon as he had been what he considered as being quite rudely dismissed by the paperboy, the boy, whose name was David Leboutoia, ran off to find his family, hiding the newspaper that he had just bought in his pocket as he went. ”I’ll read it as soon as I get time,” he promised himself.

When David had finally found his family, he found his five-year-old sister, Poppy, wailing, his father looking worried, and his mother looking pale, and practically in tears herself.

“Where on Earth have you been?!” his father exclaimed as soon as he saw his son. And then, in an icy voice, “We have been worrying out of our minds for you, you pesky little brat, and then you just show up out of nowhere, cool as the sea!”

“I was only gone for a few minutes,” David muttered reproachfully.

For a second, his father looked like he was going to strangle the boy. But then, he took him to the side of the busy road, and knelt down so that he could look him in the eye. “I know that as you are a growing boy, you will wander off once in a while. But, you must know that you are my only son, and that I love you more than the entire world. You wouldn’t worry you’re poor old dad, would you, now?” He then play-slapped his son across the face, smiled at him, picked him up and carried him over to the rest of the family.

As soon as they got back to their grand, posh mansion, David rushed up to his bedroom. He then took the newspaper out of his pocket, spread it out over his bed covers, and began to read.

“MYTHICAL CREATURE SUPPOSEDLY FOUND IN SNOWDONIA” read the title of the front page.

“The creature known as the “Shazelleth,” was supposedly found by a group of mountain rangers at a meeting. Here is the myth of the Shazelleth:”

And then, David read all about the mythological story of the Shazelleth, of which I told you in The Shazelleth - Part 1: How It Came To Be.

After reading it, David could only think one thing: “Arabacus Leboutoia!?”

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HRHurley

Commented 29 months ago - 16th December 2013 - 21:01pm

Oops, I just noticed a mistake. In this part, I wrote Arabacus Leboutoia, when his name is, in the first part, Arabacus Saranoma. This is because what I did in the first one was for homework, but I had so much fun writing it that I decided to make it into a story on The Sprout. In my homework, I called him Arabacus Leboutoia, but I found this so hard to remember that, for the article, I called him Arabacus Saranoma. Whilst writing out the second part, I completely forgot about that. Sorry! Oh, and just in case I didn't make it quite clear enough, David's last name was Leboutoia as well. That was why he seemed so surprised about the mythological character's name!