Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Página 474

I awake with a start, but every detail of my dream is etched into my mind. My name is Eliza. My
village is Bountiful. That’s the village I just left! I know suddenly I must save my village from the famine that
has overtaken it. I stand, and a frisson of fear runs up my spine as I realize that I have no idea how to find
Malkin or Nashville. I’m well and truly lost. I turn around and around, unsure what to do, and then head off
to my left. Then I hear barking and see a flash of brown through the trees. And a tan streak, bounding
towards me and leaping into my arms with such force I almost fall over. I hug Malkin close to my heart,
knowing with complete certainty that I will never, ever be lost, as long as I have Malkin with me. “Malkin.
Malkin. We’re going home. We’re going home!” I repeat, wonder in my eyes as I gaze around at this new
world in which I know I can brave anything, for now I have Malkin, and at last, I have a home.