Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 287

David heard some voices approaching and quickly hid behind some branches. As they got nearer, David
could distinguish four worn out travelers, with one riding on a white horse. There was a pig, a monkey and
two men. Could it be? He wondered, is that the famous monk Xuan Zang and his disciples?
“Alright Pigsy, let’s settle down here for lunch. I’m tuckered after slaying that mountain demon after you
failed to” smirked Sun Wu Kong.
“Why do you constantly have to remind me Sun Wu Kong?” grumbled Pigsy “I was this close to capturing
him” He pinched his two fingers together. If David wasn’t confused enough at finding himself miles away
from home, now he was completely bewildered to encounter two talking animals, who were also two of
Xuan Zang’s disciples. “That is enough you two” the wise monk said “Buddha has sent us here to complete
our duties, we mustn’t quarrel amongst ourselves”.
“Jeez, you’re the one riding the horse” growled Sun Wu Kong.
Strangely, David now found his vision blurring as the travelers faded away. The scene got dimmer and
dimmer until he completely blacked out.
Beeeeep rang David’s blue alarm clock. He sat up in bed, looking around. This was his bedroom. So how
did he magically teleport onto a mountain and meet completely fictional characters? This must be because of
the statue. He looked over at the Monkey King, now not glowing so much as before. What else could it do?
David wondered.