Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 558

“Such an idiotic father. The best way to foretell a child’s abilities.” Ming conceived. “I see the past. I see the
future. Nothing can stop me now!” “Well, I can see the present, which is far more powerful than any of
that.” Aodhan replied arrogantly, “I can read people’s minds, see what’s happening everywhere, and go
wherever I want.”
Ming-zang growled and shot out a beam of deadly light in anger at Aodhan’s arrogance. People were
always terrified by Ming-zang’s presence. Why wasn’t Aodhan? He should’ve been.
“Aodhan! Stay away from him! He’s going to kill you!” Aodhan’s adoptive mother, Mellie, cried out from
among a horror-struck crowd that had now gathered below the building Ming and Aodhan were fighting
on.
Hearing this, Ming cringed, disgusted. He thought to himself, “My mom cared nothing for me. Why
would a woman, who is not even biologically related to Aodhan, care so much for him?”
Aodhan, who could read minds, replied, “That’s obviously because you’re nothing but a monstrosity, with
such an odious and repulsive face. You may be powerful, brother, but you will never be loved. Now, if
you’ll excuse me, I have some villagers to aid.”
Ming-zang was appalled by Aodhan’s poisonous words. His grip on Aodhan loosened, and Aodhan
gracefully glided towards the traumatized crowd of villagers, which was still paralysed with fear. However,
Aodhan’s best friend, Kiawe, stared at the spell that Ming was discreetly casting behind his back. Ming’s fake
expression of fear was still plastered across his face, but there was a slight difference. A drop of blood fell
from his open mouth, which was slightly curved up.
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It was dusk when the villagers had finished their jobs and went home. People stared depressingly around
their neighborhood. Everything that they’d built in the last ten generations had been destroyed.
Kiawe was running towards Aodhan with a panicked expression. He was dying to tell Aodhan about the
spell that Ming had cast and about Ming’s strange behaviour when he suddenly looked up towards the sky
and saw two gods floating towards his hometown.
“ Arjuna and Djehuti.” Kiawe murmured to himself, remembering what his best friend had told him. “So
that’s what Ming was doing! He was summoning the gods who tried to kill Aodhan!” But how will I alert
Aodhan in time? He wondered to himself. Kiawe continued to sprinting towards Aodhan, who was now
lost in the dense smoke of his brother’s destruction.
But just in the nick of time, out of nowhere, lightning zapped Arjuna and Djehuti into oblivion. Kiawe
twirled and glanced someone gliding fiercely through the clouds, towards the crowd. Kiawe, bewildered,
squinted at the mysterious figure and wondering, “Are my eyes playing tricks on me or could that really be
Gnaznaux? She’s alive?”