Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 522

“ Again? ” She muttered. Wukong charged at the bone spirit, magic pole swinging ‘eights’. The bone spirit
fled and disappeared into thick, dark vegetation. Wukong decided to stay close to his master and did not
give chase. XuanZang was worried that the bone spirit would return and hunt for him again, but Wukong
reassured his master that if that happens, he would be there to protect him. XuanZang was glad and sighed
in relief.
Suddenly, an old man came running down the forest path towards them, yelling senselessly about
his wife and daughter having gone missing. XuanZang started to trot away in fear, but Wukong, Bajie and
Wujing fiercely stood their ground. They cautiously waited for signs that this was another attack. Steven
yawned and shone the illusion remover at the old man, and once again, it revealed the bone spirt. “Argh!”
The bone spirit roared. “This is it, out with the illusion! Just let me eat you!” The bone spirit charged at the
four with a powerful Ki blast. All three disciples were blown far away, leaving XuanZang in the open,
shaken and terrified.
Now is the time for heroics! Steven rushed out, arming himself with his high-powered electric
baton. SLASH! Steven heavily injured the bone spirit and left a gaping wound on her face. Steven rushed
back into his hideout before WuKong came charging back to his master’s aid, but the bone spirit was so hurt
that she quickly fled the scene.
I knew this was an easy mission . Steven thought as he oversaw the company of four depart the
forest unscathed and continue their journey to the west. He pressed his intercom and signaled headquarters
to retrieve him. Three…Two…One… Zap!
He woke up in Ms. Bone’s office, a bit dazzled.
“How are we doing?” Ms. Bone asked emotionlessly.
“Fine, Madam.” Steven responded, rubbing his chest. Huh? Where’s my necklace? It was then
Steven realized he had dropped his lucky charm when he fought the bone spirit. Well, at least I am still in
one piece.
“You succeeded in rectifying history. Now leave and wait for your next mission.” Ms. Bone said.
Something’s not right. Steven thought, but he was tired and dismissed it as time travel anxiety and
stepped out.
The wheel is in motion...Mr. Steven. Ms. Bones grinned, staring at Steven’s rusty old necklace in
her skeletal palm.