The Great Wall Of Nebu
I had to create a myth for English. This is what Chr1s and I came up with.
Fifth century eastern China casts the scene for a rather unfortunate African-Italian prince by the name of Nebu. Descended from a lineage of African kings, Nebu was the only survivor of his interracial family after angered villagers set fire to the royal kingdom because of their disdain for the king’s hand-talking Italian bride. Escaping the fire with minimal damage, Nebu ran thousands of miles, through two continents, to his current location of China. Scared and tired, Nebu looked toward the sun for nutrients when suddenly he was captured and blindfolded by a group of menacing Chinese laymen and taken to the Shanghai village.
The Shanghai community had intolerance for not only African, but Italian blood. After identifying Nebu’s race, their blood boiled. He was then taken to the Emperor’s court where he was ruled to be in violation of several spoken contracts one agrees to upon entering the borders of eastern China if skin tone isn’t that of a certain hue. After questioning Nebu’s motives, it was agreed that his reasoning was filled with too much logic for an African-Italian; thus, it was deduced he was a spy. Several attempts of trying to remove Nebu’s mask were foiled when the Emperor’s henchmen realized they were in fact removing his skin. Puzzled with how to deal with Nebu, the Emperor sentenced him to a traditional Chinese torture.
The content of said torture consisted of the following: lashes to the back with the leg of a fallen panda, poking to the eyeball with sticks of China’s finest bamboo, the serving of soup that is too cold for one’s enjoyment, and the forced love of a dozen locals. All of these acts were performed on Nebu for nine days without rest. By this time, it was guaranteed the average man would be dead and broken; but, Nebu harbored no resentment for his captors. It was because Nebu was used to such treatment, as he often experienced this sort of punishment from his Italian mother on a daily basis. Seeing that Nebu was not fazed, the Emperor brought forth his largest dragon to have his way with Nebu. Instead of torching Nebu with the breath of fire, the dragon spit forth love nectar from his nether regions. Bathed in the viscous fluids of the infatuated dragon, a distinct glow emanated from Nebu’s body.
At once, wings sprouted forth from his shoulder blades, and his skin became masked with scales. Before you knew it, Nebu was a ferocious dragon seeking revenge upon the Emperor of Shanghai. It was easy for Nebu to escape the wrath of the Emperor’s tired and lustful dragon since they were now alike in form; and, it was even easier for him to escape the prison guards, for when they approached, he snapped their necks like he did the boars of his former country. When he reached the Emperor, he declared battle.
Not aware of what powers the Emperor possessed, Nebu flew to the sky preparing an aerial attack. But then, he was joined in sky by the Emperor who began to undress. Once his clothes were removed, his skin was as well, and it was revealed that the Emperor was none other than Nebu’s father. Off guard, Nebu was struck with a bolt of lightning casted by his father’s fingertip. When Nebu began to fall to the ground, his father followed. Realizing how strong his son was, Nebu’s father knew the only way to defeat Nebu was to self-destruct. He quickly turned into a rather explosive potted plant. The secret to Nebu’s father was that he could transform into any obscure object. Nebu was passed out on the ground and then the plant exploded sending bits of dragon flesh around China; thus, creating the Great Wall of China. Nebu’s father pretty much killed two birds with one stone. Not only was his mud blood son now deceased, a beautiful wall was erected to keep out any opposing race from China.
