Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 46

The fight continued on for some time, and the demon eventually waved a reddish-brown stick into the air.
“What is it doing?” I shrieked.
The monkey gave a smug grin. “You don’t have to be afraid. It’s surrendering.”
“Your job here is done,” said the demon in defeat. “You must continue on with your journey to the
West.”
We rode a sleek boat that led us to the temple. Once we arrived inside and saw the scripture, the monk
immediately snatched the artifact. We cheered, knowing that this meant that we could go back home.
I could barely remember the Buddha welcoming us back to the village as we celebrated a ceremony with
the citizens. Before I knew it, I came back to consciousness, finding the banana peel, the banana inside
already eaten, in my hand.
My sister came up to me, confused at my blank expression. “What happened?” she asked. I kept silent.
“Princess” monkey looked at me and winked.
“Let’s just say,” I started to say, smiling faintly at the monkey in the cage. “I went to the West.”