Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 12 | Page 127

Just as I finished, an orb of dark pink aura began to shoot upwards, then exploded into thousands of
sparks in the sky miraculously, like a firework. The globes of light swirled towards the captives and spiraled around
the lead balls and chains, making them disappear, freeing them from their bindings and causing all of them to cheer.
Then, the aura began to flow to me, enveloping me in the blinding, scorching energy, like a cocoon and carrying
me back home. By the time I was brought back to my humble abode, I was fighting my heavy eyelids, trying to
force them to stay open, though making a pig fly would’ve been easier than achieving such a feat. Slowly, I drifted
off into a dreamless slumber.
When I opened my eyes the next morning, I prayed that the previous night’s events weren’t just a dream.
However, the minute I sat up and saw the magical book with the combination lock lying next to me, I knew the
answer. To this day, I still use the book to travel back to old Shanghai to visit Sir Henry occasionally.
When I explained that I was from the future and that I wasn’t a dog, Sir Henry just grinned and added breezily in a
joking tone, ‘I knew it; I’m a genius.’
The trip back in time was the most memorable day of my entire life, and I treasure the memories I have
of those days. In fact, I hope there are more to come! Those experiences inspired me to better others’ lives, to
make the world a more harmonious, peaceful place.