Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 511

The only way to decipher the illusions is by using an overpowering amount of magic to turn the illusion
back to its original form." The fallen general glanced at the monkey king. The monkey king uttered "Fine,
fine. I'll do it." He turned to a corner of a wall, then spoke some gibberish that none of them could
understand. The outcome almost immediately started to take effect. Starting from the corner of the wall, as
if the illusion were wallpaper, the monkey king peeled off the fake surroundings. They soon saw the real
"room" they were staying in. Through a magical mirror within the room, they saw the true identity of the
"gods" and attendants, which were obviously hideous monsters. Eventually, the monsters fell asleep. With
the alert of the magical mirror, the monkey king used his immense magic to deliver them all to their dreams,
and then confronted their dream selves. When these monsters wake up, they thought was us who is guilty,
but well, when they barged into our room trying to confront us, we were fast asleep. Perfect.
After a wonderful and incredible journey, Jack slumped across his chair. How exhausting! He glanced the
grandfather clock standing across his view. Only 5 minutes have passed! I hope this happens next time! As If
that was a cue, the book once again glowed with brilliant light.