Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 564

The people were taken into the stylish interior of the Castle of the Kings. After passing through a
labyrinth of doors and rooms, they entered the grandest and most impressive hall of all. At the end of the
hall, on a intricate throne, sat the King of Skymonsters.
“Take the humans out of that sack!” ordered the king.
“Yes, your majesty,” said the monster carrying the sack.
“I’m King Garbal, the King of Skymonsters,” the monster king offered his claw for Augburt to
shake. He was so shocked and frightened that it took some time before poor Augburt shook the monster’s
claw.
“The reason I am not killing you and your men is because I would like to offer you peace,” King
Garbal’s welcoming smile turned evil. “Give us half of Eastburg, and we all live peacefully. It’s your choice.
Deal?”
“But… your majesty, we can’t give you Eastburg. We have lived there for over 2000 years!” King
Augburt mumbled.
“Then would you rather die and let us end the existence of every single one of your humans?”
snapped the Skymonster irritatedly. “Would you rather lose half your land, or lose all your land AND your
people? I repeat, DEAL?”
The tension was getting higher than ever. Everyone in the room, except the two kings, of course,
held their breath and waited for the king to decide.
“Deal,” said King Augburt after a long period of hesitation. “I would accept anything as long as
you spare my people.”
Once again, the two kings shook hands. From then on, the Skymonster returned to where they
originated from, where they lived in peace with the humans. The Skymonsters took the west half of the
island while the humans occupied the east. Although the humans lost half of their land, they had achieved
something more important - friendship. But Skyrelm was not abandoned. During holidays, monsters and
humans make their journey west to Skyrelm, to relax on its soft white beaches and explore the appealing
city.