Know Your Mythology Creatures ! [ Phoenix ]

Hey guys ! In this post I'll be posting about the mythology creatures, mainly from the Greek. 

In every creatures that the ancient Greek believed, there must be a great story behind it. I mean where is Hydra derived from...or the Cerberus. 

Myth 3: Phoenix  'The Bird Of Flames'

Before I proceed, have you noticed that Phoenix does not appear in the Greek civilization, but also in others, Chinese and even Japanese !

A phoenix is a mythical bird that is a fire spirit with a colorful plumage and a tail of gold and scarlet (or purple, blue, and green according to some legends). It has a 500 to 1000 year life-cycle, near the end of which it builds itself a nest of twigs that then ignites; both nest and bird burn fiercely and are reduced to ashes, from which a new, young phoenix or phoenix egg arises, reborn a new to live again

 The new phoenix is destined to live as long as its old self. In some stories, the new phoenix embalms the ashes of its old self in an egg made of myrrh and deposits it in the Egyptian city of Heliopolis (literally "sun-city" in Greek). It is said that the bird's cry is that of a beautiful song. The Phoenix's ability to be reborn from its own ashes implies that it is immortal, though in some stories the new Phoenix is merely the offspring of the older one. In very few stories they are able to change into people.


 The Phoenix has long been presented as a symbol of rebirth, immortality, and renewal. The Belgian € 10 silver coin, commemorating sixty years of peace, depicts the Phoenix as a representation of a new Europe, post 1945. Moreover, the Iranian 500 rial coins issued since 2004 have an image of a Phoenix on the reverse.

In Japan, the phoenix is called hō-ō (kanji: 鳳凰) or fushichō (不死鳥?), literally "Immortal Bird".

In China, the Fenghuang (鳳凰) is a mythical bird superficially similar to the phoenix. It is the second most-respected legendary creature (second to the dragon), largely used to represent the empress and females, and as such as the counterpart to the Chinese dragon, traditionally seen as masculine or imperial. The phoenix is considered the greatest and the leader of birds.


The Phoenix enjoys immortality, which had to be renewed with fire every 300 to 500 years. When the end of its life cycle drew near, the phoenix would gather aromatic herbs, woods, and spices from around the world with which to build its own funeral pyre or nest.
Sitting in the nest, and having turned to face the rays of the sun, beating its wings, it deliberately fans the flames for itself and is consumed in the fire. Once the old body was consumed, the phoenix would be reborn from a worm, its marrow, or an egg found among the ashes and would embark on another 500 years of life.

According to some legends, the renewed phoenix carried its old bones to the City of the Sun in Egypt where they were disposed of with special funeral rites.

Does this legendary bird exist?

Beyond The World [ chapter 2 ] -part 3-

It was an icy night, dusk to be exact. The breeze was being awfully mean, prickling his skin nonstop, deep into his flesh. The atmosphere and countryside were a little bit misty, consumed with darkness. It took Oliver a while to adapt himself into the gloom. He looked up to see a mass of dark cloud moved from its place, revealing the full moon which was almost orange in colour, with a speck of red colour that brought the creepy look.

He was standing on earthen terrain, before he finally realised ahead of him was nothing but a thick, scary woods. He tried to utter words, but nothing came out. It was as if everything he said was nulled by his surroundings. He can’t even hear a single sound of living creature. It was…totally quiet. He took a step forward before he finally heard the first sound. Mud splashed.

It was after rain, and he looked down his feet to see that his shoes were caked with murky mud, and the dirt was halfway up to his calves. He shivered inside his loose shirt as he looked around.

At the edge of his eye he saw a flash of dim light, probably about 100 yards away from him. It was then continued with weak vibrations he felt under his feet. Weak and steady, before it slowly turned stronger and stronger every second. He examined the sound carefully, and each vibration and sound was picked up and sent to his control center to be interpreted. At that time he winced.  

Before he was able to construe, he was flash blinded by a couple of flash lights in front of him, and each was pointing directly towards his face, as if they thought the flash would actually be able to burn him. Oliver covered his face with one arm, and one leg stepped back. He felt a drip of sweat managed to run down his back, despite the fact that the coldness of the night could even freeze his blood. Then he heard loud, neighing sound, followed by nickers.

When his eyes were able to adapt themselves into the darkness and radiance, and just before he could make any guess, he saw a pair of horses towing a large, wooden carriage in front of him. The coach rattled as if it was going to flip any second on the uneven road, the wheels kept hitting small rocks and portholes. As soon as the wheels stopped rolling, the driver flung himself off the seat, splattering mud halfway his boots, followed by the passenger beside him. The coach was parked with one side higher than the other. One of them yanked the door opened and said sternly, ‘Stay right here’. Slamming the door shut, the man turned to his friend.

Oliver saw both of them was wearing capes that hung from their shoulders, with heavy boots that made loud clattering sound every time they stepped. Black leather hats and gloves completed the descriptions, but he did not see their faces. Only once through the flashes of light, he saw a scar on one of them, raised and shiny on the left cheek.

The driver took out a piece of paper from his jacket, which Oliver believed to be some kind of map. The man looked at the crumpled sheet of paper and his surrounding alternately, as if to make sure it was the right place. Oliver watched anxiously in the coldness of the night, his eyes were glued to the man who was positioning his torchlight, holding it in between his neck and shoulder as he held the paper with two hands. Once he was definite, he rolled it and put the paper back into his jacket.

‘Here?’ The other man said nonchalantly, his finger was fumbling in the darkness to switch his torchlight. Both of them now aimed their torchlights towards Oliver. The boy drew himself back, almost tripped over his own leg. What were they going to do to him? Were they going to kill him? The sound of wolves howling and the owls made the horses even more uncomfortable, not to mention Oliver as well. They stomped their feet onto the ground, making noise and blew little puffs of frost from their nostrils, ready to take off any second, with or without their masters.

His tongue was frozen, not to mention his body was jammed. He knew he was dreaming, but about what..?
‘We have to find it. It’ll worth thousands.’ The other man said, tapping his torchlight onto his palm when it started to flicker. Then it turned brighter than before. The other was frantically caressing the horses, trying to calm them. Oliver realised they weren’t looking at him. In fact, he wasn’t sure if they could see him. They were…looking at the woods behind him. One of them went behind the coach and took out a shovel. At that was when it happened.

The nearby hedges and shrubs made noises as if they were disturbed, before they became quiet again. Oliver’s eyes tried to catch something that just slunk into the woods, but he failed. It was too fast, but he just figured it might be a bunny or a wild cat. He made a side-step, into the darkness and the flash didn’t move from its place to follow him. At that moment he was relieved he was right. The shrubs moved again and something sneaked from it, as if it was trying to avoid the flash.

Oliver’s heart rate shot up. A dark figure skulked from behind the tree, into the deep darkness. He swore he saw someone as tall as him right there, leaning over watching them. Oliver gasped as he tried to recall the flash, as he was definite he saw the person had a tail on his back!

“Come on. We don’t have all night.” The other man said, probably didn’t notice the thing that just ran among the bushes.

The men went into the woods, and the dream shook, the frame was slowly disappearing as they walked away. Oliver diffidently followed, afraid he’ll vanish too. He kept a safe distance, about 15 meters from the men, although he knew they couldn’t see him. About 5 minutes after that, he saw the steady lights from their torchlights became wild, flashing here and there before it continued with loud screams.


Percy Jackson & the Olympians Collections [ The Battle of the Labyrinth ]

Percy Jackson - The Battle of the Labyrinth

Book 4

Hey guys ! This is the forth series of Percy Jackson & The Olympian, The Battle Of Labyrinth

The Battle of the Labyrinth, released on May 6, 2008, is the fourth book in the series.

After being attacked by monster cheerleaders at his new school, Percy returns to Camp Half-Blood and learns about "The Labyrinth", part of the palace of King Minos in Crete that, according to Greek mythology, was designed by Daedalus. During a game/battle with giant scorpions, Annabeth and Percy find an entrance into the Labyrinth. 

Percy soon learns that Luke had used the entrance and will lead his army through the Labyrinth straight into the heart of camp. Annabeth also finds out that she is going to lead a quest for the first time in her life. To get into the Labyrinth, Percy has to find a blue Delta Symbol (Δ) (representing Daedalus) on a passageway, touch it, and then enter the Labyrinth to find Daedalus. Then Percy, Annabeth, Grover and Tyson learn that the Labyrinth is known to grow on its own, and can cause madness that could lead to death. 

While in the Labyrinth, they (with Nico) discover Pan, and he speaks words of wisdom to all of them except Nico. When he dies, part of his essence enters each of the characters except Nico. Percy later notices that Pan did not even speak to Nico.


This thrilling New York Times bestselling series of modern-day mythology continues.
Time is running out as war between the Olympians and the evil Titan lord Kronos draws near. Even the safe haven of Camp Half Blood is growing more vulnerable. To stop them from invading, Percy and his demigod friends must go on a quest through the Labyrinth.

Prophecy: To Annabeth

You shall delve in the darkness of the endless maze,
The dead, the traitor, and the lost one raise.
You shall rise or fall by the ghost king's hand
The child of Athena's final stand. 
Destroy with a hero's final breath, 
And lose a love to worse than death. 

Beyond The World [ chapter 2 ] -part 2-

‘There, there. Didn’t you promise that you’ll keep me company to Aunt Lynette’s house?’ Mum patted Toby’s head, which made him to glance at the empty space before nodding vigorously. Instead of using his plastic fork, he lifted a piece of chicken with three fingers, tilting his head up and slowly put the chicken in his mouth like he saw people eating giant worm in the television. ‘Sure honey, just be careful.’ She said before taking a sip of her lemonade.

After dinner Oliver helped his mother to clean up the table, washed the dishes and helped Toby with his homework. Then he grabbed his backpack in the closet before heading back to his room. He felt a little light headed, maybe he’d slept too much. Just before his hand could reach the knob, he heard a soft voice appointing him. ‘Master…help me…’ The voice was soft, but deep, which made Oliver’s blood to chill. It called him twice, before it disappeared. Oliver knew he was trembling. He quickly turned back, and his mouth was ready to yell ‘who?!’, but he just saw Toby from across the hall in his room, drawing something on a paper with crayons.

Frantically reaching for the knob, he got into his room, towards his desk. Then he realised he was gasping for air, and his lungs felt empty no matter how many times he drew air. He glanced at the empty street outside his window, before he let the curtains back into place, just for precautions.

Did the voice just asked Oliver for help? Who would it be? Why would the voice call him master? Those questions seemed to be haunting him, as if they were lingering inside of his head, laughing at him. He set his bag on the table, before throwing his body on to the bed. He scrambled back on, reaching for the book in his bag.

He placed it opened in front of him and flipped open the page he had marked earlier at the library. There was nothing in the book that caught his attention. Everything was related to psychological problems. Schizophrenia, OCD and others… But Oliver knew that his case was different. Usually people with mental disorders were the results of family problems, stress or maybe traumatised by something. But he was sure he didn’t have that kind of problem. He had a good life, good friends and nice, loving family. Everyone who mixed with him was normal. Although he wasn’t so sure about his teachers…

He picked up the phone, and when he’s about to dial, it rang. Oliver waited for the second ring before he pressed the green button. ‘Clay’s Residence.’ He mustered his breath and answered.

‘Hey Oliver, it’s me.’

Oliver knew the voice from the other side too well. He let out a soft, relieved sigh although his heart accelerated. He thought earlier the caller might be from the unknown voice. 

‘Sarah, what’s up?’ He faked his voice, pretending to sound happy.

‘Just want to remind you about tomorrow. Green light from your parents?’ She added.

‘Yeah, I’m good to go.’

‘Great. See you tomorrow then.’ She delivered her last word, before hanging up.

‘Sarah, wait!’ Oliver cried, but he was too late. He wanted to tell her what just happened, but on the second thought, he glad he didn’t. There was a fragment in him to find out the truth by himself. Just when he’s about to close his eyes, he heard a knock on the door. The phone slipped away from his hand and he frantically sat up, thinking it might be his mum. ‘Come on in!’ He shouted in a reluctant tone.

The door was pushed open and he saw Toby standing in the entrance, one arm holding a book and another was tucking Monkey. ‘Yes…Toby, what do you want..?’ Oliver stared at him, giving the child a go-away look. His little brother would waddle to the bed, before he climbed onto it after he placed Monkey and the book beside Oliver. Hiding the book under his pillow, Oliver secured his arms around his little brother’s torso, helping him to get onto the bed with a heavy sigh.  

The little boy then pounced onto Oliver’s laps, as he held the book with both hands, bringing it close to his nose. His loose sleeves dropped to his elbows as he raised his hands, revealing his small arms and fingers. His shirt was definitely too big for him, as if he was wearing Oliver’s. It slumped on one side, his right shoulder exposed. ‘Read me a book, Ollie?’ He said as he tilted his head a bit to the side to get a clearer look of his brother. As Oliver caught his glance, the boy smiled cutely.

From a quick glimpse he read the front cover, ‘Percy Jackson and The Lightning Thief.’ He knew he would have lost if the boy whined. ‘I’m far older than you, don’t call me Ollie! And don’t you think you’re too old to read that book?’ He exasperated mournfully.

‘I’m tired, go ask mum then.’ He lied, trying to find an excuse. He felt himself coming to sick, or at least tried to. But then, he thought it might be a good chance to keep him busy and hopefully he’ll forget about the voice. However, he knew it wouldn’t happen. He felt chill running down his spine and he had a sudden shiver.

‘But I want you…’ His little brother retorted, his lips pouted.

‘Uh…Okay...Just this time.’ Oliver finally gave up. He set himself reclined on the bed, leaning over a couple of pillows which he made as support. He gave his brother a light pinch on his nose as he pulled the kid closer to him.

He read the book, and before he realised, he already felt asleep with his brother on his bed, book on the side and the lights still flooding the room. Then, he had a dream. 

wait for the next part to find out what dream he had !

Percy Jackson & the Olympians Collections [ The Titan's Curse ]

Percy Jackson - The Titan's Curse

Book 3

Hey guys ! This is the second series of Percy Jackson & The Olympian, The Titan's Curse

 This is the third novel in the Percy Jackson & the Olympians series and the sequel to The Sea of Monsters. It charts the adventures of the fourteen-year-old demigod Percy Jackson as he and his friends go on a dangerous quest to rescue his friend Annabeth and the Greek goddess Artemis, who have both been kidnapped.

Titan's Curse..? Wait... Who is the Titans..??

In Greek mythology, the Titans  were a race of powerful deities, descendants of Gaia and Uranus, that ruled during the legendary Golden Age. 

You can say that Titans are somewhere higher than the Gods.
The role of the Titans as Elder Gods was overthrown by a race of younger gods, the Olympians, in the Titanomachy ("War of the Titans") which effected a mythological paradigm shift that the Greeks may have borrowed from the Ancient Near East.

I'll explain more about Titans and Gods in my next post. 

StorylineWhen the goddess Artemis goes missing, she is believed to have been kidnapped.And now it's up to Percy and his friends to find out what happened. Who is powerful enough to kidnap a goddess? They must find Artemis before the winter solstice, when her influence on the Olympian Council could swing an important vote on the war with the titans. Not only that, but first Percy will have to solve the mystery of a rare monster that Artemis was hunting when she disappeared -- a monster rumored to be so powerful it could destroy Olympus forever.r.

Awards and nominations

The Titan's Curse received several literature-related awards, including: number one The New York Times children's series best seller and Book Sense Top Ten Summer Pick for 2007. It was also a Quill Award nominee.

Grover has discovered two new half-bloods at a military boarding school and needs his friends' help to protect them. It turns out, though, that the principal of the school is not what he seems, and he's not eager to give them up so easily. It will take not only the half-bloods, but also Apollo, Artemis and her crew of Hunters --- the eternal virgins who accompany the maiden huntress --- to bring the kids back safely to Halfblood Hill.

Artemis, though, suspects that the monster guarding the school is only a shadow of the new evils that the Titan Lord Kronos and his minions (like Percy's old enemy Luke) have let loose upon the world. When Artemis disappears --- and when the Oracle's cryptic messages lead the kids to head into danger to help rescue her --- Percy and his friends might be headed into their most dangerous adventure yet. This time, even though Riordan's trademark humor remains (revealed partly in chapter titles like "We Visit the Junkyard of the Gods"), the kids' choices take on new importance and have real implications for the future, both personally and cosmically

Prophecy in this book:
In the third book of the series, The Titan's Curse, Zoe Nightshade is given a prophecy as follows:

Five shall go west to the goddess in chains,
One shall be lost in the land without rain, 
The bane of Olympus shows the trail,
Campers and Hunters combined prevail,
The Titan's curse must one withstand,
And one shall perish by a parent's hand.

Who's Zoe...? Well she is the daughter of Titan Atlas. That is the only thing I can tell you. The meaning of the prophecy..? Read the book ^^"

Beyond The World [ chapter 2 ] -part 1-

Chapter 2

After school Oliver went straight back to his house, his mind was unwilling to recall what happened today. It’s true, every time he had a ‘vision’, he’ll be in an awfully bad mood. People saying him crazy, and some even pretending to understand him, but not that he felt that way with Sarah. He could have sensed that Sarah was sincere and really concerned. He looked for the spare key under the door mat, although he had his own inside his backpack. He jammed the key inside, forgetting which way needed to open. The key stuck fast, but it opened anyway.

 As he suspected, the house was empty. Mum’s out shopping, Dad’s working and Toby might be at his friend’s house, playing. He tossed his backpack into the closet and checked the kitchen first as he normally did. In the kitchen, standing over the sink, Oliver poured himself a glass of water and tossed it back. He scrutinised his surroundings. It was quiet. He heard the sound of dripping water at the sink and the clock ticking at the living room.

The house looked quite dark today; maybe it’s because of the new curtain Mum put on. Nevertheless, he always liked the smell of the house, homely and welcoming. The aroma of the freshly grounded coffee that came from the kitchen always made him felt better. It was the only place Oliver felt safe. He shook his head, telling himself he’ll be just fine. Although he was wearing a simple t-shirt, the fabrics felt tight and it stretched his skin, threatening to suffocate him to death at his own house. He helped himself for the second glass, and his hands suddenly trembled, almost dropped it. The fluid swam uneasily inside him, intimidating to come back up. Setting the glass in the basin, he wiped his mouth with the back of his palm, before his eyes suddenly caught upon a yellow post-it-note on the fridge.

He took it and read. ‘Honey, there’s a couple of slices of blueberry cheese cake in the fridge, but remember to spare some for Toby. Love, mum.’ Oliver pasted the note back on the fridge as he opened it, his eyes trailing every section for the cake.

He knew it was his favourite, but he just wasn’t in the mood to eat right now. It was only midday, but the heat was immense, and the sun just couldn’t let go of Oliver even when he was at his own house. It blazed strongly through the interior, turning the house like a giant oven. A pot of herbs mum had on the workplace seemed to wilt, imploring for a douse of water. Oliver pushed the pot over to the shade. He just wanted to have a cold, nice shower and sleep until dinner, which he did.

At approximately 6.30 PM he was awakened by a rough shake. He opened his eyes to see Toby was already sitting on him, pointing menacingly with his water gun. ‘Dinner, Ollie.’ He whispered. His tone was like the cool guy in the movie who said two words before the big explosion happened, or before he killed the bad guy.

‘Don’t.’ Oliver asserted tersely, but it was too late. The squirt got him in his face before he could draw another breath, almost stifling him. ‘TOBY!!!’  He yelled as he forced himself to sit, trying to get the water out from him nose. He wiped his face with his shirt, before he hauled himself out of the bed.

‘Stupid kid…’ He headed bathroom, properly washed his face and changed his wet shirt before he went downstairs. As he arrived at the kitchen table, he gave his brother a knock on his head as he passed Toby’s back. Toby was there, swinging his legs under the kitchen table and playing with the plastic spoon, and he was sitting innocently, waiting for the dinner to start. It didn’t hard, but it was sure enough to make his eyes water. Oliver walked around the table and chose a seat which was opposite to his little brother. Toby would glance at his brother, giving him a pathetic, clueless look that said; ‘I didn’t mean to squirt water at you…’ His sapphire eyes glittered, before Oliver rolled his eyes and sent him back a look that said; ‘yeah yeah…’

Few moments later Mrs. Clay appeared from the kitchen with a basket of garlic breads, and the smell made Toby thrilled, his mouth water. Placing the freshly baked bread in front of her eldest son, she gave him a head-to-toe, and then smiled ever so lightly. ‘You look sick honey, are you all right?’ She placed the back of her palm onto Oliver’s forehead as she stood beside him. When she wasn’t looking, Toby snatched a piece of the bread. Mrs. Clay was still in her apron, which was covered with sweet cinnamon smell and other spices.

‘No mum, I’m okay.’ Oliver simply replied, before he took his mother’s hand, guiding her to seat. She took off her apron and slung it over her chair. ‘Mommy, where’s dad?’ Suddenly the four year old boy asked with his mouth full, reminding Oliver as well. ‘Yeah, shouldn’t we wait for him?’ He added.

Mrs. Clay gave both of her sons a half smile. She reached Toby’s head before she softly ruffled his hair.

‘Dad has work to do, he won’t be home until 9.’ Oliver slightly nodded, as he chewed a mouthful of garlic bread. Then he poured three glasses of lemonade and passed to his mum and Toby. Tomorrow will be the first day of summer, and he remembered his promise with Tyler and Sarah about meeting them at the beach. He cut his roasted chicken into a bite-sized piece, before he slowly put it into his mouth, trying to savour all the flavours in it. ‘Delicious!’ He uttered to mum who was carefully cutting Toby’s chicken. She turned to her son and cast him a thankful smile.

Toby kept looking at mum while she cut his chicken, his brown hair that shined under the light and his sapphire eyes that glittered amazingly matched his angelic, naïve look. Since he came to this family four years ago, Mr. and Mrs. Clay had shifted their attention from Oliver to Toby, which made him jealous. But just like his parents, he loves his brother. From Oliver’s place he saw Toby and his mum shared a lot of things in common. The lovely smile, the hair, the eye-colour. He on the other hand had black hair, and brown eyes, just like his father.

‘Hey mum.’ Oliver said, as he paused. ‘Can I go to the beach tomorrow? I made a promise with Tyler and Sarah.’

‘Cool! Can I go?’ Suddenly Toby interrupted, his eyes never left Oliver.

Know Your Mythology Creatures ! [ Hellhounds ]

Hey guys ! In this post I'll be posting about the mythology creatures, mainly from the Greek. 

In every creatures that the ancient Greek believed, there must be a great story behind it. I mean where is Hydra derived from...or the Cerberus. 

Well, swerve your path here to learn about the ancient creatures, at the same time edifying your knowledge about the world !

Myth 2 : Hellhounds

hellhound is a supernatural dog, found in mythology, folklore and fiction. A wide variety of ominous or hellish supernatural dogs occur in mythologies around the world, similar to the ubiquitous dragon. Features that have been attributed to hellhounds include black fur, glowing red or sometimes glowing yellow eyes, super strength or speed, ghostly or phantom characteristics, foul odor, and sometimes even the ability to talk.

And of course, there isn't the exact description of what hellhounds actually look like, as I am positive no one will be able to see them and live to tell people about it.

So, there're many descriptions about the look of hellhounds.


Legend says that if someone is to stare into its eyes three times or more, the person will definitely die. In cultures that associate the afterlife with fire, hellhounds may have fire-based abilities and appearance. They are often assigned to guard the entrances to the world of the dead, such as graveyards and burial grounds, or undertake other duties related to the afterlife or the supernatural, such as hunting lost souls or guarding a supernatural treasure. In European legends, seeing a hellhound or hearing it howl may be either an omen of death or even a cause of death.

A hellhound in Percy Jackson and The Lightning Thief

Black Shuck or Old Shuck is the name given to a ghostly black dog which is said to roam the Norfolk, Essex and Suffolk coastline. Black Shuck is sometimes referred to as the Doom Dog.

Appearance in Bungay and Blythburgh

One of the most notable reports of Black Shuck is of his appearance at the churches of Bungay and Blythburgh in Suffolk. On 4 August 1577, at Blythburgh, Black Shuck is said to have burst in through the church doors. He ran up the nave, past a large congregation, killing a man and boy and causing the church tower to collapse through the roof. As the dog left, he left scorch marks on the north door which can be seen at the church to this day.

Scorch marks on the north door at Blythburgh church said to be left by Black Shuck. The marks are still visible on the church door to this day.

The existence of hellhounds also was included in my story Beyond The World : Prologue

Now you know about Hellhound ^^"