Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 253

“Give up?” the monkey asked.
“Yes.” the giant croaked.
He then gave me a stare, sending an icy chill down my spine.
“I will get you.”
As he said it, his body seemed to burn, and he evaporated into nothing, leaving no clue that he was there
except for his cold laughter.
All that could be heard now was the whistle of wind and the cluttering of rocks.
“I hope that man’s soul has a good afterlife.” I mumbled to the pile of rags that the disintegrated man had
left.
“It is nothing to worry about, master.” the monkey king replied, “The man was the giant’s transformation.
The man was the giant.”
“Oh.” I said, “And your name is…”
“Just call me the monkey king.”
“Who told you to serve me?” I asked. It might’ve sounded a bit harsh, but I was dragged with curiosity.
“Ru Lai told me to serve you, after I…made a mistake.” he replied.
Then, the stone and sand shoved at each other, and this time, a gigantic bellow trembled us out of our
conversation.
“I WILL DESTROY YOU WHEN YOU SEE MY MOST POWERFUL FORM!”
His voice still boomed, warning each corner of the desert. And his cold stare still froze my body. It stared,
stared…