Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 557

The Mystery of a Suicide
Yew Chung International School (Primary), Tai, Sum Wah - 10
“If you’ve never made a mistake, you’ve never made anything worth making.”
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naznaux turned, finally meeting the gaze of her loving father. Her eyes glistened brightly from her
tears. Gnaznaux knew her father, Mauzu, was just trying to comfort her. However, deep inside,
Mauzu, knew it was useless. Eyes shining brightly, Gnaznaux glared sorrowfully into the dark
shadows of the unknown, yearning.
Born under terrible circumstances, Gnaznaux’s son, Aodhan-zang, born fatherless, was cast away on a
floating plank of wood to safety by his doting mother for his own protection from the evil gods, Arjuna and
Djehuti. Gnaznaux, grieving from the loss of her newborn son, Aodhan-zang, tried to commit suicide.
However, thankfully, Mauzu prevented her from carrying out such a dreadful act. Mauzu’s own wife,
Gnaznaux’s mother, had died right after childbirth, and he couldn’t bear to lose his adorable daughter,
Gnaznaux, as well. Mauzu knew that sending Aodhan-zang away might mean death, but the alternative was
way worse.
“The situation is terrible, father, and you know it! I have disobeyed the gods. They will terrorize our
family for eternity! Worse still, it might also mean death for the both of us.” Gnaznaux cried fearfully. “We
can’t let that happen.” Mauzu replied, “Is there is no way of stopping them? They are so powerful! They
have knowledge that we don’t have. Since they possess such magical powers, defeating them seems almost
impossible.” And with that, Gnaznaux burst into floods of tears.
Mauzu finally left poor Gnaznaux alone, deep in thought. Gnaznaux needed some time to herself, to
contemplate. However, as she stared at her hands, which were now overflowing with salty tears, she realized
that she had to take control of her own destiny. From beneath her dress, Gnaznaux nervously took out her
tiny dagger. “ Here it goes,” she thought to herself.
But then, she paused.
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Somewhere, far away from the clutches of the evil gods, Arjuna and Djehuti, the child, Aodhan-zang,
floated safely into a tiny village.
“My friends! We’ve got company!” someone said. Aodhan slowly opened his eyes. Even though
everything that revolved around him was really blurry, Aodhan was still able to see several curious monks
staring down at him, their heads forming a perfect circle above him. Their presence had never been felt
before. In a short matter of time, the blessing was over. Aodhan-zang was now a monk, and he started to
cry uncontrollably.
“Aww kid, it’s okay,” he heard a friendly woman whisper gently in his ear, while carrying him and patting
him gently on his tiny back. With one final look at the sparkling lake nearby, Aodhan’s heavy eyelids fell
and he slept peacefully for some time.
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“ Such a horrendous tragedy, isn’t it? The once beautiful world of ruined abbeys and picturesque villages,
now destroyed. Though, I’d much prefer myself ruling this vast empire that you’ve formed, brother.” The
eldest of the four Zang brothers, Ming-zang, muttered in an evil tone, as he gave 12-year-old Aodhan a
wicked smile.
As Ming-zang clutched the young monk’s shirt, he pulled Aodhan closer and glared at him.