Manny moons ago there was a boy called Illichich, he was extremely poor and had no proper shelter, and he was never feed properly. He lived with his parents and five more brothers so he ate very little. He was the oldest of his brothers and he shared his food .He was a good boy. Unfortunately he was not always the oldest of his, brothers he had a sixth .Unfortunately his brother Athax died from lack of food he was also a good boy this tragedy was just meant to happen he was destined to die at a young age.

Days past, and those days tuned into weeks, and those weeks turned into months, and those months turned into years .Illichich was twenty five know and had got a good job that paid well and that meant money and that meant food, and that meant no more starvation, he also saved a women and he got married and she adopted two children. He was happy at last. His job was to be a charioteer he loved his job.

Months past and Illichich was soon the best charioteer and every race went too .slowly hubris grow .his fans said he was more victorious than Nike.”I Illichich am more victorious than Nike!” “I am the greatest charioteer to be alive”.

“I am greater than the gods”! He roared.  The crowed burst into applause, then turning around illichich smiled and returned home.

Days passed quickly. But one day Illichich boasted to his wife yet again about his greatness and perfection. “Illichich!” shouted his wife. “STOP!  You are taking this too far. You could get hurt or upset the gods. You are not the man used to be. Once upon a time you would be grateful for a scrap of meat. Now look at you, spoilt, rich, famous, lucky and you get hundreds of gold coins a week! Have a think and please stop.” And with that Denay his wife left the room. One week passed but Illichich soon forgot what his wife had said.”I am better than Nike”. He said after winning a race by miles. Then he went back to the training room to get a goblet of wine. I really am the greatest. Some weeks passed and a big race was coming up, he was in front by about three metres, this guy was good, very, very good. Illichich was catching up. BOOM! A giant bolder smashed illichich’s horse it was dead out rised a women she looked angry “Illichich! I Nike challenge you to a race. At sunrise we race through the fields.”Ok I will see you then.”

One day passed and he was raising loosing of all things loosing. The race ended .He had lost. One year past and illichich was never boasting again.

THE END.