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throat every time. It blew out light, which almost blinded them. Sun Wukong pulled out his sword, doing
acrobats to get to a better spot where he could battle the monster better. Suzanna closed her eyes, but she
could still hear the clashing metal sounds of the two swords. Not bearing to see her friends’ head rolling
about, she opened her eyes. Suzanna ripped her bag open and pulled out sunglasses to block the light. The
tired warriors gratefully put them on, all getting a better view of the monster and not hurting their eyes. A
mirror was placed in front of them, and seeing a mighty warrior in front of him, which was actually his
reflection, the warrior fled back to his world. Shortly after, Sun Wukong and his friends vanished too.
"Time to wake up! The sun was up so, Suzanna yawned and glanced around, almost forgetting the adventure
she had the day before. Despite the fact it was a lovely morning, Suzanna groaned. She had made a cut on her
back in the fight.
Suzanna thought it may have been a dream, but there, in the middle of the leaves, was the monkey king’s
sword…